The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

Belesa knelt at Lucas’s feet.

This should have been the greatest humiliation of a female warrior’s life.

But Belesa did exactly as told.

In the logic of the Viltrumite, the strong make the rules; she treated this humiliation as Lucas’s right to conquer her.

And... there was something she didn’t dare to say aloud; she actually found a strange satisfaction in this humiliation.

Lucas looked down at the woman at his feet.

Belesa was actually quite good-looking.

By a warrior’s standards, she was a genuine beauty, with long and lithe limbs; every inch of muscle on her body was well-proportioned and smooth, firm yet retaining a feminine suppleness.

Especially after years of slaughter, she had an air of sharp, heroic spirit, yet her face was extraordinarily bright and beautiful, with a high nose bridge and slightly upturned corners of her eyes.

When she looked at people, it was with an inherent disdain, incredibly arrogant.

With such looks, plenty of people on Viltrum would chase her to fight, only to be killed.

Belesa only took a liking to Lucas.

Young, powerful, aloof... it was as if they were cut from the same cloth!

Only such a man was worthy of stepping on her and humiliating her fiercely.

"Very good!"

After Belesa finished cleaning up, Lucas grabbed her by the neck and threw her away.

"You have the awareness, but you’re still lacking something. Go down and settle yourself!"

Afterward, Lucas met other female Viltrumites.

Cassandra, with silver hair, gray pupils, a cold temperament, and she spoke very little.

At first, Lucas thought she was an assassin, since she attacked the moment she came up without saying a word. But after being beaten down, the woman’s ears turned red, looking as if she were at his mercy.

There was also one named Iveta, with long, fiery red hair fluttering, a fiery temperament, and a bright, flamboyant smile.

She was the type of good woman who would smile at you and then rip your heart out.

She was the first to be defeated, but Lucas felt this woman was a bit of a yandere, clinging to him all day with a giggle, and if she couldn’t get what she wanted, she would go kill other male Viltrumites.

Every time she felt satisfied after killing, she would come back smiling.

With billions of Viltrumites, there had to be a few weirdos.

Oh right, there was also Mira; she could be considered a normal person, quite different from the previous ones. This woman was plump and mature, and in her every gesture, she carried a charm refined by the passage of time, looking lazy and alluring.

She didn’t shout about fighting and killing like the others; instead, she first stopped Lucas and asked if she could lean on him.

Lucas said no.

Then she flew away.

Two days later, she flew back, saying her younger brother was injured and asking if Lucas could heal him.

Lucas went over to take a look; Mira’s brother had half a kidney ripped out. The reason the opponent didn’t go for the kill was simple: they also wanted to pair up with Mira.

Lucas didn’t say a word and healed him directly.

As a result, the Mira siblings became his followers.

If he really had to choose a mate for reproduction, Lucas thought Mira was not bad, although this woman had a very strong purpose, simply looking for protection.

But... purple had a lot of charm!

Lucas originally didn’t intend to show mercy or leave offspring, but later, those who came after him turned out to be big (gay) dudes.

Lucas tore them apart directly.

He felt that he should have at least a little bit of a reproductive inclination, otherwise, it was easy to be misunderstood.

I am not a gay man!

Lucas decided to bring the Viltrumites a little bit of the shock of love!

The Viltrumites were a race extremely lacking in emotion; they worshipped strength and despised weakness. Even reproduction was treated like a duel between primitives, without a shred of warmth.

Warriors who grew up in such an environment were actually more eager for true affection than anyone else in their bones.

Especially the female warriors.

These were the true, fallen female warriors!

Lucas decided to use gentle treatment to exchange for their submission.

Using both soft and hard tactics.

"Your punch has even less strength than my grandmother’s. With such weak strength, you still want mating rights?"

"Eat shit!"

"Haven’t I been gentle enough to you? Is this how you repay me? Go down and settle yourself!"

The female warriors blushed.

But the result was still good; after all, every time Lucas beat them down, he would apply healing and then pass on his combat experience to them.

After all, it would be a waste not to use the experience pack of Conquest.

Those female warriors who had been cold and hard their whole lives fell in no time.

They had lived for hundreds of years, some even for thousands!

Who the hell had ever seen a Viltrumite like Lucas?

One day.

Lucas was lying in a crater recuperating, having just finished a fight with Conquest, who should be floating in outer space right now.

He hadn’t held back, and his strength was a bit too much.

He punched the old man into outer space.

But he didn’t need to worry about Conquest; at this moment, a group of women had surrounded him completely.

Belesa, Cassandra, Iveta, Mira... and a dozen or so unnamed female Viltrumites; this group acted as if they had planned it.

Their faces were full of determination.

One who didn’t know better would think they were about to burn their boats, ready to wipe out the Interstellar Alliance with three thousand Viltrumite soldiers.

"Great Lucas." Belesa, the leader, took a deep breath, "We have figured it out. Someone as outstanding as you must bear offspring for Viltrum; this is your responsibility!"

"But none of us can beat you in single combat, so we will all go together!"

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

All go together?

"What do you mean? Changing from rape to group rape?"

"Do you know this is illegal?"

"All of you, get shocked!"

Mira said with a smile, "That’s right, it’s group, no need to giggle anymore, now it’s time for us to get serious!"

This plump woman clenched her fist hard, even tearing her clothes.

Lucas was frozen by the snowy white for a long time.

Damn!

Was this woman raised on Ragnars?

In any case, these dozen or so women seemed to have reached a shocking consensus...

First, combine forces to take down Lucas, then fight each other.

Only the remaining strong ones would be worthy of sharing the great Lucas.

As long as they could conquer this top-tier powerhouse and bear strong offspring, who came first or last, who had more or less, didn’t matter.

"Lucas." Cassandra spoke coldly, a rare heat in her gray eyes: "Today we must beat you into submission, submission in every sense; our battlefield has never been just the stars!!"

"Oh, so you aren’t a mute!" Lucas scratched his head.

Cassandra’s face blushed, "There’s no need to waste words on the weak, but if you want to talk to me, I won’t refuse."

Oh?

Viltrum has such a stunner as you?

"Yes! Beat you into submission!" Iveta waved her fist, her face flushed with excitement.

"Ah!! Can I bite your shoulder hard, especially at the happiest moment? I want to eat a piece of your flesh; it must be delicious!"

Lucas stood up and slowly stretched his muscles.

"Fine, I can see it now, you are all talents!"

"Seven minutes!"

"I will play with you for seven minutes at most!"

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