Chapter 123 Thragg: I am the Regent!
Nolan brought his father over.
He was astonished to discover that the group of Viltrumites at the site had already changed; those who had been cured were scattered around the perimeter, guarding the center.
And at the center, Lucas was floating in mid-air with his legs crossed.
His eyes were tightly shut, and the Viltrumites around him were lying scattered about in disarray.
Their faces were deathly pale, blood oozing from their seven orifices, and some were not even breathing anymore.
"Great Lucas... what about my father?"
Nolan stood there, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Cassandra glanced at him coldly, merely lifting a slender, fair finger to point toward the center.
The meaning was clear.
Just drop the person in the middle; this isn’t a theater where you need to buy a ticket to get a seat.
Nolan froze for a moment, then flew toward the center area and carefully set his father down.
Only then did he notice three figures floating behind Lucas.
Belesa, Mira, and Iveta.
The three women were expressionless, their gazes sharp, slowly scanning their surroundings.
They looked just like three guardian lionesses.
Any Viltrumite who dared to approach rashly would be attacked by them without discrimination.
Nolan felt a shiver in his heart.
He didn’t say much, instead mimicking the women’s posture by floating to the perimeter to vigilantly keep watch for Lucas.
More and more people arrived.
One, ten, a hundred...
Those Viltrumites struggling against the scourge virus, clinging to their last breath, converged on this ruin from all corners of the planet.
They had only one goal.
To beg the great Lucas to heal them.
Lucas turned no one away.
That warm current of healing flowed ceaselessly, pouring into every dying Viltrumite.
"Whew..."
Lucas slowly exhaled, a hint of exhaustion appearing on his face at the right moment.
"Are there still compatriots suffering from the plague? Fine, bring them all here!"
His acting was impeccable.
In reality, as long as he had enough food intake, healing people didn’t consume any more energy than fighting.
I can outlast you for two hundred years, you little bastard!
Belesa was heartbroken: "My King, stop worrying about them!"
"No, how can you be so cold-blooded? Those are our compatriots!"
Lucas scolded her.
Belesa’s voice was loud, "But... if this continues, you won’t be able to hold up, and what if someone takes the opportunity to challenge you!"
Lucas shook his head, "A true warrior wouldn’t fall because of such a small issue. If I were to die, then it would just mean I wasn’t worth much."
All the Viltrumites were even more moved.
They glared, their Viltrumite radar activated; even a passing fly would be swatted into dust.
Lucas was acting.
But Belesa’s concern was genuine; for the first time, she spoke to Mira and the others in a soft and gentle tone.
"The King’s energy must be replenished. We’ll take you to organize some people to go out hunting!"
"I’ll do it."
Nolan’s ears twitched, and he immediately interjected, "I know where there are high-protein species; it’s not far from here."
Before his voice even faded.
The young man kicked off the ground with force, his entire body turning into a stream of light as he shot into the sky.
The next instant, his figure had already torn through the atmosphere and jumped into deep space.
That speed, that explosive power.
A flash of surprise crossed Belesa’s eyes.
In terms of strength, this young man named Nolan was already ridiculously strong.
Even among Viltrumites, he was in the top tier.
"This kid is capable," Iveta nodded.
Belesa withdrew her gaze, huffed lightly, and floated back behind Lucas to continue her watch.
...
Days passed by.
The number of Viltrumites healed by Lucas soared from a few thousand to nearly fifty thousand.
And this process lasted for a full month.
Fifty thousand Viltrumites was enough.
With this population, conquering the entire universe would be a breeze.
Over this month, Nolan and his father had almost entirely covered Lucas’s food supply; the two of them could be considered part of the early enlightened population of Viltrum.
When Nolan underwent his coming-of-age ceremony, his father had shown appropriate fatherly love, whereas Nolan’s mother was like a hyper-masculine beast, determined to beat her son to death.
That was why Nolan reached out to help his father.
Meanwhile...
The entire Planet Viltrum, under the ravages of the scourge virus, had already seen more than half of its population die.
Billions of compatriots had been thrown into outer space, forming a belt of meteorites guarding the planet.
Planet Viltrum didn’t have a satellite ring before, but now it did.
"Oh, right."
Lucas suddenly remembered something and asked.
"Where is Conquest?"
"Has anyone seen him?"
The surroundings were silent.
All the Viltrumites shook their heads in confusion.
Who would care about that big idiot Conquest!
Lucas looked at Nolan.
"Nolan, run an errand for me and go find Conquest; that old guy probably isn’t dead yet," he said.
"Yes!"
Without a word, Nolan shot into the sky again.
It didn’t take long for him to return.
This time, he was carrying a hulking figure on his shoulder.
It was none other than Conquest.
When Nolan set the person down, even Lucas was taken aback.
The notorious Conquest, who had been infamous during The Great Purge, was currently bleeding from his seven orifices, and one of his arms was missing.
Nolan said, "He was lying alone at his doorstep; he must have been sick for quite a while."
"As expected."
Lucas nodded.
Given Conquest’s personality, apart from Lucas, anyone who dared to speak a word to him was a brave soul.
Lucas shook his head and pressed his hand onto Conquest’s chest.
The power of healing surged in forcefully.
"Strong is strong, weak is weak!"
Conquest’s own words.
It’s just that the old soldier hadn’t expected Thaddeus to have no sense of honor, starting things off with a massive virus.
Conquest’s physical condition was poor, but under Lucas’s treatment, his genes were being repaired.
Just as the healing was halfway through.
A sudden change occurred!
An aura, so massive it was suffocating, descended from the sky without warning.
All the Viltrumites on the ruins shuddered in unison.
Those who had just been weak and frail instinctively crawled on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
It was a tall figure, treading through the void, slowly descending.
Thragg.
The Grand Regent of the Viltrumite Empire.
Since The Great Purge began, this Regent had rarely appeared. His last public appearance was when he scolded Lucas and Conquest regarding their battle, which had been a bit reckless.
Unexpectedly, this second time, Thragg had come because of Lucas again.
The aura radiating from his body was powerful, as if it were tangible.
"Lucas!"
Thragg spoke, his voice ice-cold.
"The mastermind!"
"The conspirator!"
"The traitor!"
Upon his arrival, he immediately slapped three labels on Lucas.
When the scourge virus was ravaging, Thragg had immediately ordered people to develop a vaccine, but it was useless. The virus was too lethal; in just one month, it had wiped out nearly half of the Viltrumites.
And on the other side of the planet, a faction was quietly taking shape.
The great Lucas actually possessed the method to cure the virus?
Thragg had rushed over immediately.
He naturally assumed Lucas was the mastermind.
Before Lucas could speak, Thragg took a step forward, but a riot immediately followed.
Belesa, Mira, Iveta... even Nolan and his father, those Viltrumites who followed Lucas, surprisingly stood in unison to block Thragg’s path.
"Regent, please do not disturb the King’s healing!"
Belesa stood at the very front, maintaining a cold expression even when facing Thragg.
Thragg’s pupils shrank suddenly.
"The King?"
"I am your King!"
"Argall is dead; now, the Viltrumite Empire is under my, Thragg’s, regency!"
He looked as if he had heard a massive joke, his eyes turning predatory, "Or are you all traitors!"
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