Chapter 129 Earth
Lucas still did not grant their wish; he also wanted to sire offspring to see if his children would possess his power.
Super Speed Healing, Omega Beams, Super Speed Healing, Bio-sensing, Genetic Stability...
If these could be inherited.
Lucas would single-handedly start a new racial lineage.
"It definitely won’t work right now. As long as Thaddeus is alive, my offspring cannot be born!"
"Once I execute that war criminal with my own hands, you won’t even be able to stop reproducing."
"During this period, I still hope you can be sensible and proactive, understand?"
The four women each displayed their skills; hmm, they were indeed very sensible.
Reproduction and Conquest have always been the two most important behaviors in human history.
Correct.
...
After a bout of passion.
On the couch deep within the throne hall, the air was filled with allure.
Lucas half-reclined on the couch and asked about business.
"Right, how are things over at the old empire?"
Hearing this, Iveta let out a cold snort.
"Hmph, the traitors are all dead. In the entire old empire, there are fewer than thirty combat-capable individuals left!"
Thirty? Billions of Viltrumites, and in the end, fewer than thirty are left? More died here than in the original work.
"If I had known, I should have brought more people last time to execute them along with those traitors, sparing us the eyesore and keeping them from tarnishing the King’s reputation!" Iveta said with some regret.
Lucas was speechless. These people treat their own kind like they’re nothing!
Looking at the entire history of war in the universe, all the fighting is just a Viltrumite civil war! (Won’t go into it, won’t go into it).
"No need for that." Lucas shook his head.
"Let them struggle; let’s see what other tricks that great Regent can come up with!"
Thirty Viltrumites would be a massive force in the universe, enough to conquer many star systems, but to Lucas, they were no different from thirty children.
If my tens of thousands of Viltrumites swarmed them, let’s see if they’re tough enough to handle it!
Lucas slowly rose. The sheet slid down, revealing his toned, statue-like physique.
Mira, like a lazy water snake, silently clung to him. Her amorous eyes were filled with an inseparable obsession.
"Emperor, what are you thinking about?" She breathed out like an orchid.
The charm of a mature big sister, ahem, can only be understood, not described.
"Emperor?" Lucas laughed, "You can’t just throw that title around. At best, I sit on a golden throne, but I have no intention of stuffing my rear into a golden toilet; that seat is reserved for that one!"
Mira pretended to understand but didn’t care. She just greedily inhaled the scent on Lucas; even his sweat was the unique aura of a powerhouse, practically the embodiment of worldly hormones.
"King, I still want more!"
"Even if you say that, I just want it!"
"I’m going crazy wanting it!"
Don’t misunderstand, Mira was talking about having children.
In Viltrumite genes, this power of attraction seems to be very strong; I remember Nolan’s father was seemingly forcibly mated by his mother.
A proper biological mother. I wonder how much psychological trauma Nolan and his father have!
"You’re the loudest every time, but you’re also the weakest!" Lucas glanced at her.
Who would have thought that among this group, Mira had the weakest combat power; the strongest was Cassandra, followed by Belesa, then Iveta, and finally Mira.
The two most arrogant ones were the weakest in combat.
"Even if I die here at the King’s side, it’s worth it!" Mira gently bit Lucas’s neck, her tongue tip curling over it.
Hiss!
"The Great Reproduction Plan will start sooner or later." Lucas scooped Mira up into his arms.
My kidneys are strong, what can I do!
He now realized it wasn’t that he was addicted, but that his constitution was too strong; the Boys universe simply couldn’t satisfy him.
Otherwise, look at those women, they’re acting like they’re in heat all the time.
"Right." Lucas suddenly remembered something, "Nolan hasn’t left yet, has he?"
Outside the gate, someone immediately went to call Nolan. "King, what are your orders?"
Nolan hurried over; he was about to leave but had been called back.
"When you go out, keep an eye out for a species. That species breeds very quickly, has purple skin, looks a bit like a mantis, and is a typical insectoid race. Their combat power is... average."
"Their growth rate is extremely fast; they can be used to propagate some Viltrumites."
"Yes!" Nolan committed this to memory, "I will keep an eye out, King!"
"Mm." Lucas nodded.
Another bout of passion ensued. After it was about done, Lucas took Belesa and Cassandra with him.
"You two, come with me." Both were delighted. To be taken out alone by the King was a great favor.
...
Lucas took the two women and left the City of a Thousand Stars; the next target was naturally Earth.
Lucas stood above the atmosphere, looking down at the blue planet, remaining silent for a long time. This was Earth. But it was different from the Earth in his memories.
There were no skyscrapers or all-night neon lights; looking out, there was only wilderness.
America at this moment only had the indigenous people; the Native American tribes were carefree, living in thatched huts, chasing each other through forests and plains, and engaging in reproductive activities when tired.
Who would have thought that years later, they would only be able to live on reservations, with the outsiders becoming the locals, while they became the "dirty foreigners"!
The time was clearly off. Earth civilization was likely still in the era of ancient dynasties.
"King, is this your hometown?" Belesa floated by his side. Lucas had said before that he came from Earth and was a powerful hybrid.
"Not this Earth, but it’s hard to explain to you. Let’s go down and take a look!"
Three figures broke through the clouds and flew to the grasslands of Africa. A group of humans was huddled around a campfire, eating raw meat and drinking blood, sharing a beast they had just hunted.
It was clear that this was the part of the primitive humans that never left. They had dark skin, wore only animal skins, and their eyes held a unique ignorance and wildness.
Lucas shook his head. At the same time, there were countless brilliant civilizations in the universe, yet his own race was still struggling to survive in such a primitive state. However, humanity had always been a late-game hero; slow to develop early on, but exploding with technology later.
But given the differences in history, it’s no wonder the Viltrumites would treat many civilizations as pets. Especially the great Nolan, right!
Just as Lucas was reminiscing, the group of humans finally discovered the three. All the noise came to an abrupt halt. In those ignorant eyes, the most primitive fear welled up.
But the three just stood silently in mid-air, with perfect appearances, like deities. The fear of these primitive humans gradually turned into awe.
"Oh... oh...!" The tribal leader dropped his bone club, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed heavily toward the three. The entire tribe followed suit.
They let out pious cries in an ancient language Lucas could not understand. In their ignorant perception, these three beings who descended from the sky could only be gods! The celestial gods they had worshiped for generations had descended!
"Interesting." Belesa and Cassandra were accustomed to this. On the countless planets the Viltrumites had conquered, they were treated as gods themselves.
Lucas didn’t casually pick up a few pieces of meat from the campfire and use his Heat Vision to burn them to charcoal; that stuff was baboon meat, damn it!
Years later, on this land, statue after statue of human figures stood tall. Then came temples built of stone. Lucas left a little shock for future archaeologists.
By the Nile, when Lucas descended, the Pharaoh was building the pyramids; tens of thousands of slaves and craftsmen were moving giant stones using the most primitive methods.
Lucas used only his Bio-field to envelop the giant stones and stack them into a hundred-meter-tall spire. Seamlessly. Without a single error.
Even the Pharaoh tumbled from his golden chariot and knelt toward the figure in the sky. Years later, the Sphinx was changed to look like the god.
The murals also completely recorded the deeds of the god who descended from the sky, using great power to manipulate the giant stones and easily build the sanctuary. Archaeologists had a collective mental climax.
...
Ancient Babylon, the Hanging Gardens, ancient India, the holy land of the Ganges, the Aegean coast, Greek city-states...
Wherever he went, he left a miracle.
And every miracle would become the oldest and most sacred legend of that civilization, passed down from generation to generation. Even in a certain Bible, the appearance and image of God...
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