The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

Lucas went all out.

With Thragg’s strength, he instantly fell behind by a wide margin, but Lucas quickly realized a problem: after going all out, his power surged.

But soon, the following weakness left his entire body limp, as if his kidneys had been hollowed out.

"Damn it!!! Going all out doesn’t extend my mana bar? Give me better skills!!!"

Lucas cursed loudly.

But he had truly reached his limit.

Everything before this had consumed too much stamina; he had been severely injured by Thragg countless times and had recovered using healing.

Before this, he had also healed tens of thousands of Viltrumites.

His remaining foundation couldn’t sustain the "all-out" state until the end.

Even if he dragged Thragg into a star, the opponent could fly out within a minute.

Thragg broke free directly, fleeing in a sorry state toward the outside of the gravitational field, mainly to escape Lucas’s clutches.

"Hmph! That’s enough!"

Lucas stood with his hands behind his back, looking cool, acting as if he had let Thragg go on purpose.

He panted slightly and floated opposite Thragg.

"Let the battle end here."

Thragg was full of vigilance, covered in blood, his condition at its absolute worst.

The opponent was healing while fighting, while he had been relying purely on toughing it out. To have not fallen yet, he was truly a tough guy!

"What kind of trick are you trying to play?"

"No tricks." Lucas shook his head. "I just want to tell you a truth. Whether you believe it or not, the scourge virus has nothing to do with me."

Thragg sneered: "You think I’ll believe that?"

"Believe it or not is your business." Lucas said indifferently. "I’ll only ask you one thing: in all of Planet Viltrum, who knows our race best and could target our genes to develop the scourge virus?"

"And who else! Has the most bone-deep hatred for our race?"

"There are many people in the universe who hate us, but no one could do it to this extent. The only ones who can destroy us are ourselves!"

Thragg was slightly stunned.

He had been blinded by rage, especially jealousy, and had pretended not to think in this direction.

Actually, after being beaten into a daze by Lucas, he had passively started to recall it.

It was unlikely that Lucas would do such a thing.

The opponent could have completely challenged him and knocked him off that throne; there was no need to do such a thing.

A king ruling billions of Viltrumites and a king ruling tens of thousands were two completely different things.

Thragg gritted his teeth and struggled to spit out a name.

"...Thaddeus!"

"That’s right. It seems you only finally opened your mind after getting beaten up!"

Lucas nodded, as if watching a history of ape evolution.

"It is Thaddeus."

"He first assassinated Emperor Argall, and you, you idiot, actually took the opportunity to incite The Great Purge, making us kill each other."

"After the number of Viltrumites was reduced by half, he unleashed the scourge virus!"

"The most elite kin remaining from The Great Purge were also wiped out!"

"You... is your brain made of wax!"

Lucas looked at him, his eyes carrying a trace of mockery.

The more arrogant he was, the more impotently enraged Thragg became.

He was furious, and at this moment, nothing but rage remained, and he didn’t dare to rashly initiate a challenge again.

"I was just being used!" Thragg refused to admit it.

"So you should roll off that throne. My bloodline is more suited to that seat than yours!" Lucas said bluntly.

"Bullshit!"

Thragg clenched his fists. "Are you a descendant of Emperor Argall? I am merely the Regent. Only the bloodline of Emperor Argall is fit to rule Planet Viltrum!"

Lucas was furious: "I am the legitimate royal family, have you ever seen one! My piss is even more valuable than your blood..." (Sigh, never mind, I won’t say it).

Thragg’s face turned green and then white.

"You are not the Emperor’s heir! You have no right to inherit Planet Viltrum!"

"Tsk tsk, have you forgotten the glory of Planet Viltrum during the long Great Purge? I defeated you, so you should move your big ass. Emperors take turns, and this year it’s my turn!"

Lucas pointed at Thragg, telling him to hurry up and get down.

Thragg was rendered speechless by Lucas’s words.

"Impossible! You insulted Emperor Argall, you have no right..."

Lucas cut him off directly. "Emperor isn’t just a title, just like Asgard was never just a place. I don’t need your permission. Whether it’s Thaddeus or the scourge virus, clean up the mess of the Viltrumite Empire yourself!"

Lucas turned around and clenched his fists.

"Power is power!"

Thragg was stunned. "You’re leaving?"

"Yes!" Lucas said firmly. "I will establish a brand new Viltrumite Empire, and you all..."

"Hmph!"

"...you traitors, just cling to the pathetic glory of the old king and continue to linger on that dying planet!"

After speaking, Lucas stopped looking at him and immediately entered a jump.

Once I recover to my peak, I’ll come back and beat you to death!

Only Thragg was left in place, standing blankly at the edge of the star.

When Lucas returned to his followers, he had changed into a brand new suit of armor.

It was no longer the three stripes of the Viltrumites.

Instead, it was a battle robe with red and gray as the main colors, with a bright red "V" imprinted on the chest.

That was his own battle robe.

Fifty or sixty thousand Viltrumites looked at him in unison.

Belesa floated over, her eyes full of anticipation.

"I won!"

Lucas’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces, and he spread his arms, bathing in the radiance of the red star.

"My King!"

Belesa knelt on one knee in the void.

Cassandra, Mira, Iveta, and the Nolan father and son... were the first to kneel in the void, welcoming the arrival of the new king!

All the other Viltrumites knelt down.

"Today is different from the past. When Argall was Emperor, he made you kneel, but I, Lucas, make you stand up!"

"Look up!"

"Do not kneel!"

Lucas’s voice echoed in everyone’s mind.

All the Viltrumites looked at each other.

Belesa and the other three women exchanged glances, all feeling shocked.

"Do my words not count?" Lucas punched into the void, the force blowing a meteorite to pieces.

"Yes, My King!"

Everyone stood up one after another.

"I defeated Thragg, but I did not kill him; instead, I spared his life. According to the established procedures of Planet Viltrum, the strong are kings!"

"But Thragg refused!"

"He refused to let me ascend the throne, only because I am not a descendant of Argall!"

Lucas said indifferently.

It is often this kind of flat tone that makes the things being said the most infuriating.

Belesa was the first to turn red with rage, followed by little Cassandra...

"Traitor!" Belesa clenched her fingers.

"My King, you should kill Thragg. Such a traitor does not deserve to live in this world!"

Nonsense, I would have killed him if I could!

Who knew my skills would drag me down? Otherwise, I would have slaughtered Thragg in minutes.

Whatever, Great Regent, I have to disgust him before I leave.

"It doesn’t matter anymore! I am going to take you all to a brand new place and establish a brand new empire!"

"There, there will be no Thragg, no Thaddeus! No damn Great Purge!"

"...You will bathe in the glory of the new Emperor!"

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