The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

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Lucas spent half a year subduing all the Viltrumite women who approached him, the kind that were completely devoted.

There was just one problem.

These people insisted on bearing his children!

He couldn’t stop them no matter how hard he tried.

Lucas let nature take its course, but thanks to the strength of his bloodline, getting pregnant wasn’t that simple.

Seeing this, Lucas felt relieved and continued training his strength, preparing to challenge Thragg.

"If you, Thragg, can sit on a golden toilet... ah no, a golden throne, why can’t I, Lucas, sit on one?"

Waiting for some Emperor Argall bloodline.

I am the true emperor!

That day, Lucas was spending the night at Belesa’s place as usual. When dawn was about to break, the woman in his arms suddenly began to tremble violently.

Lucas woke up instantly.

They were as close as flesh and blood; how could he not wake up?

He looked down and saw that Belesa, who had been sleeping peacefully in his arms, was pale as a sheet.

Dark red lines of blood were slowly seeping from her seven orifices, and even her muscles were spasming, completely out of control.

Belesa opened her eyes, her face full of pain.

"My... my love... I feel like something is wrong!" she said with difficulty.

The female warrior was bewildered, not knowing what was happening to her.

Lucas’s pupils constricted.

He instantly understood what was happening.

The scourge virus!

But it shouldn’t have come from him; after all, he had lived on Planet Viltrum for decades. If it were him, the virus should have broken out long ago.

Thaddeus had finally made his move!

This old guy had first assassinated Argall, indirectly causing The Great Purge, and now he was deploying the scourge virus to carry out an extermination plan against his own kind.

Belesa was probably not the first person to show symptoms.

Lucas heard screams echoing across the planet.

"Damn it, that god-defying Thaddeus!"

Lucas did not hesitate for a second; he pressed down on Belesa and placed his palm over her chest.

Super-speed Healing!

Through his senses, Lucas could clearly see that Belesa’s originally perfect genetic chain was being torn, disintegrated, and even collapsed by a rampant virus.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already turned into a puddle of blood.

Only the Viltrumites, with their hardy bodies, could hold on for a while.

Super-speed Healing worked against the direction of the virus’s disintegration, piecing together, repairing, and stabilizing Belesa’s collapsing genes bit by bit.

Until antibodies were produced.

The initial version of the scourge virus was not perfect; as long as the Viltrumites could endure the early stage, they would naturally produce antibodies later.

Time passed second by second.

Belesa slowly calmed down, her complexion no longer pale, and color returned to her face.

She gasped for air, grabbing Lucas’s arm tightly.

"Am... am I okay?" She had thought she was going to die.

Although she had experienced this every night for the past few days, this feeling of being ravaged by the virus was completely different.

"You’re fine!"

Lucas looked out the window; what fell from the sky wasn’t necessarily rain; it could be Viltrumites.

At this moment, a large number of Viltrumites were falling from mid-air.

This was just the beginning.

Since the scourge virus had been released, soon, all the Viltrumites on the entire planet would face the same fate.

Including his tens of thousands of followers.

Before the virus, everyone is equal.

Sure enough.

As soon as it was light, people began to show up at his door one after another.

Those Viltrumites who followed Lucas, relying on an almost instinctive intuition, went to find Lucas the moment they felt something wrong with their bodies.

After all, Lucas had demonstrated that miraculous healing ability.

When they arrived, their states were different.

Some had strong constitutions, and the virus acted slowly on them; when they found Lucas, these people were only a little weak.

But some were not so lucky.

Lucas watched with his own eyes as a once incredibly fierce female warrior bled from her seven orifices, her genes collapsing, and she fell from mid-air while still calling his name.

At that moment, Lucas’s expression darkened completely.

Unless one is in the midst of it, who can understand the cruelty of exterminating a species, and how many Viltrumites were being slaughtered by Thaddeus.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen death.

In this hunting ground, he had personally sent away no fewer than ten thousand Viltrumites.

But those were Viltrumites who died in battle, losing to stronger opponents; they died willingly.

But now it was different.

They didn’t die in battle, but from an indiscriminate plague; they didn’t even know who their enemy was, and they died without any dignity.

Survival of the fittest?

No, this is a massacre!

The Great Purge, it is time for it to end!

"Come to me, all of you."

Lucas stood up, clenched his fists, his voice carrying an unquestionable power.

"Go, everyone who can still move, bring those infected brethren over; the King will not abandon his subjects!"

"Hurry!"

His followers didn’t understand why, but they still executed his order.

Belesa also followed him out.

Soon, a large number of Viltrumites gathered on a patch of ruins.

Some could still stand, while others had already collapsed into their companions’ arms, blood seeping from their seven orifices, dying.

Lucas stood in their center.

He was going to use his own strength to fight against an entire scourge virus epidemic.

Lucas took a deep breath; there were at least several thousand Viltrumites present, and he had to output all at once.

The warm current of healing flowed into everyone present, beginning to repair their collapsing genes.

Seeing this, a Viltrumite in the distance wanted to fly over, but was struck by Belesa, her hand cutting into his chest.

"Despicable coward!"

"You were enemies of the King, yet you dare to covet his glory!"

"Do you believe I will..."

Belesa’s hand was raised high, but before it could fall, Lucas interrupted her.

"Let him go, Belesa!"

Lucas didn’t even look up.

"But... he is an enemy!" Belesa wanted to strangle this young man.

"The Great Purge is over, I said so!" Lucas glanced at her, and Belesa subconsciously stepped back.

"Any Viltrumite who can stand on these ruins now is my kin; there are no enemies here!"

Lucas looked at the young man, feeling he looked familiar. "What is your name?"

The young man had long known of Lucas’s reputation; there was not much fear in his eyes, only a trace of pleading.

"Great Lucas, my name is Nolan, and I have come to beg you to save my father!"

Nolan?

Which Nolan?

The great Nolan!

Lucas’s brow twitched.

The era when Nolan was active should have been the end of The Great Purge, which happened to coincide with the scourge virus.

Oh, it seems that matches up.

"Bold!"

Belesa roared.

Nolan refused to retreat, his chest flesh torn, only a hair’s breadth from injuring his heart.

"Very well."

Just as Nolan thought he would be rejected, Lucas spoke, and he felt as if he had been granted an amnesty.

"Your name is Nolan, right? A very interesting young man. The scourge virus is ineffective against you!"

The genes in Nolan’s body were stable, with no signs of collapsing at all.