Chapter 47 The Seven Zeto Crystals.
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Melchior was lying in bed exhausted from a session of rough s*x with Rangda, posing as Helen of Troy. She had left him to recuperate his wounds after the coitus, as she was not a big fan of cuddles. Melchior could feel the sharp pain from her claws, and he embraced it, as pain was the highest form of pleasure. To his surprise Rangda came back to the room, carrying two goblets. Rangda hissed at Melchior:
- Get up! We do not have time for laziness. There is much to be done now that the filthy Zetans are finally defeated.
Melchior:
- What do you mean? We have defeated the Zetans; we have all the time in the world?
Hearing this, Rangda ran up to Melchior and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. She then hissed at him:
- That was not foreplay, so stay where you are and listen up!
Melchior realised that this was not the time to argue with the fearsome Rangda, so he did as instructed and stayed on the floor. Rangda spoke again:
- Good.
- We have defeated the Zetans, but that is not the end of my ambitions. I want to rule this galaxy as its God-Queen. To achieve that, I need to find and absorb the powers of the seven Zeto Crystals, spread throughout the galaxy.
Melchior:
- Let me guess. You want me to take my army on a stupid quest looking for useless crystals, when we should attack and invade Earth, together with my Martian-Xeno army men?
Rangda:
- Useless crystals? You arrogant t**t, take this!
Rangda lifted her staff that had a corrupted Zeto Crystal attached to it. She aimed its force towards Melchior, who suddenly started floating and experiencing an excruciating headache, sensing how the essence of his soul was about to shatter. Before letting this happen, however, Rangda released Melchior from the dark Zeto crystal’s power, and he dropped to the ground with a loud thump. Melchior could barely speak after the experience, but he managed to stutter out:
- Ooh, I’m sorry I have offended you, my Queen Rangda.
Rangda:
- I punished you for your insolence while showing you the real powers of the dark Zeto Crystals. When we gather them all, nothing can stand in our way, and your friends on Earth will feel our wrath!
Melchior coughed up some blood from Rangda’s mistreatment. Rangda studied him and brought forth a different gem, instead of dark and evil, it was a pristine, clear; an untainted Zeto Crystal. She put it on his head, and his wounds mystically healed and cured, and he felt a sense of inner peace. Rangda spoke:
- You are in luck Melchior, as I haven’t corrupted this Zeto Crystal yet.
- Now get up and listen!
Melchior did as instructed, and Rangda continued her tirade.
- As I mentioned before there are Seven primordial Zeto Crystals in the universe. I have three of them. The other four of these very rare and untainted Zeto Crystals are located within the realms of The Elves on Elvonia, The Dwarves in Goldonia, The Orcs on Grashdunt, and The Humans on Earth.
Melchior:
- What are you talking about? Orcs? Elves? Those are fantasy creatures that don’t exist!
Rangda:
- Oh, is that so? Don’t think you know everything, Melchior. The Zetans altered hundreds of species on hundreds of planets in their image during the Golden Age of their civilisation, long before Xenos were imbued by their intelligence. Being altered in the Zetans image, they have continued to live on in different planets, just like what Terrans and Martians did.
Melchior:
- I see, but if one of the primordial Zeto Crystals are on Earth, that gives us all the reasons in the world to head back there!
Rangda:
- Silence, you fool. Stop obsessing about Earth. Who do you rather fight? The Terran Council’s army with guns, fighter jets, laser cannons and artillery, or a bunch of elves with arrows and swords?
Melchior:
- So, you want to pick off the easier targets first?
Rangda:
- Of course. Invade some easy targets, and we have more than enough resources to breed or clone a huge unstoppable army.
- Now we must move. Even with the shorter distances in the Divine Dimension, it will still take months to reach the portal to Elvonia, and I don’t want to run out of resources.
Melchior:
- Yes, Mistress Rangda. I will alert the army at once!
Rangda:
- Good. I hope you didn’t tire yourself too much arguing before. The future god-queen is up for another round!
Melchior:
- It will be my pleasure.
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