The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

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The next day.

Soldier Boy’s entire demeanor and spirit felt different.

He put on the new combat suit Ashley had prepared and took the initiative to cooperate with the PR work.

The old popsicle had strong professional skills; after all, he was a veteran artist who had filmed many commercials, promotional videos, and movies in the past, though his old habits were still a bit heavy.

He loved to nitpick the scripts.

If he got annoyed, he would still snap a few words.

The only thing still a bit awkward was his relationship with Homelander.

Clara could no longer act as a lubricant; this woman was facing trial in court and might even end up in prison.

In the past, she could pull strings and grease palms to escape legal judgment.

But now, she could only choose to go to Vought’s private prison or take a trip to the sun; whether she could return was another matter.

But at least she was still alive.

The thawing of the relationship between Homelander and Soldier Boy occurred one morning.

That day, Homelander stepped into the elevator right on time. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand reached in and blocked them.

It was Soldier Boy.

The two stood on opposite sides, with an invisible demilitarized zone between them.

Neither looked at the other.

The elevator was quiet enough to hear each other’s breathing.

Both were Supes, and their five senses were very keen.

Homelander calculated in his heart how to break the stalemate.

His underlying code was a lack of love, and no matter how he was treated, Soldier Boy was his father.

This point certainly couldn’t be changed.

But when the words reached his lips, he felt it was too deliberate and was afraid of being suppressed by his old father’s thunderous language again.

"A flyer like you, also willing to obediently take the elevator?" Soldier Boy suddenly spoke, taking the initiative to break the stalemate.

He stared at the floor numbers on the elevator, his tone very casual, as if just making small talk.

Homelander was stunned.

Soldier Boy had taken the initiative to talk to him?

Homelander began to tremble with excitement, his mouth twitching, an indescribable excitement exploding in his chest.

He put his hands behind his back, suppressing his inner excitement, "Under non-special circumstances, I do not use my superpowers."

"Just like the Guardian, usually staying indoors, only displaying thunderous methods at critical moments!"

Soldier Boy glanced at him and nodded.

"Hmm! If you learn from the Guardian, at least you won’t end up too bad."

It was the first time Soldier Boy showed approval.

"Although the Guardian’s mouth is also foul, I have to say, he is a very thoughtful person."

Ding...

The elevator arrived.

Soldier Boy stepped out, his back dashing, without a hint of reluctance.

Homelander stood in place, watching the elevator doors slowly close.

He held onto the elevator handrail and let out a long breath.

His eyes revealed excitement.

He had originally thought that the life-and-death fight would make it even harder for Soldier Boy to accept him as a son.

After all, no father likes his son to rebel against him.

But he never expected that Soldier Boy would actually take the initiative to talk to him!!

Why was this?

While excited, Homelander was also full of confusion.

He didn’t understand what Soldier Boy liked at all; he was like a child wanting to please his father, at a loss for what to do.

"I must look into this!" Homelander muttered to himself.

...

On the other side.

Lucas’s office.

Soldier Boy pushed the door open and came in. Lucas was still watching spongebob squarepants; this yellow sponge really had a lot of episodes.

He wouldn’t be able to finish them anytime soon.

Soldier Boy was a bit dumbfounded. The dignified Guardian actually liked watching this stuff?

A yellow sponge holding a spatula, arguing with a damn octopus; what the hell was this?

"You... are watching cartoons?"

"Hmm."

"Isn’t this stuff childish?"

"Are you kidding? These are the Three Great Generals of Bikini Bottom!!" Lucas said seriously.

Soldier Boy: "..."

Fine.

This could also be considered an eccentricity.

"You came to me this time to consult on psychological problems again? Do you want to book an appointment? Charged by the hour, ten million dollars!"

"Not necessary, I can’t afford it." Soldier Boy was now penniless, "I want to tell you something! I want to participate in some operations, like the one on Little St. James Island!"

"That one is definitely gone. That was a limited-time event and cannot be brought back."

"Something similar will do. I’ve killed many enemies; no one would refuse the work of punishing evil and promoting good."

Deep down, the old gun still wanted to be a hero!

Lucas pondered for a moment, "Recently, Epstein was caught. Go pry something out."

"And there is Alastair Adana, who is locked up at Tek Knight’s place. He is the leader of the Church of the Collective. His grandfather seems to have been Vought himself. These people have all been to the island!"

"They have a long list in their hands. What you need to do is to get the stuff and bring it to me before others kill them."

After hearing this, Soldier Boy felt that Lucas truly understood him.

This job was right up his alley.

"Deal!"

With this matter settled, it was time for Lucas to attend to his real business.

There was less than a month and a half left until the next Holy War. The system said there was no penalty mechanism this time, but based on the previous experience, it probably wouldn’t be too easy.

He should conduct some training.

It definitely couldn’t be on Earth.

The growth of a Viltrumite did not rely solely on time; bloodline was just the foundation. Potential still had to be solidified through battles pushing his limits again and again, along with tempering.

Therefore, the first stop was a star dozens of times larger than the sun.

Far outside the solar system.

Lucas dove headfirst into the chromosphere of this star. Here, there was a high temperature of 30,000 degrees, which still posed a certain threat to the planetary-level Lucas.

He spread his arms, facing the surging plasma storm, and threw a punch.

The force of the punch tore through the matter on the surface of the great sun, stirring up a solar prominence dozens of kilometers high.

But that recoil force slammed hard onto his fist, causing his arm to burst inch by inch.

Super-speed Healing!

Lucas returned to his prime almost instantly.

Good!

This is the feeling!

On Earth, there was nothing that could make him go all out. His power had been in a frozen state for a long time, and over time, his body would get lazy and stop progressing.

But it was different here.

The gravity of the great star, the impact of the solar storm, the extreme high temperature and pressure—every punch thrown had a portion of stellar-level power fed back onto his body.

The flames of the despicable... ah, no...

This is called flame tempering.

Viltrumite parry, child!!

He stayed in the sun’s flames, throwing punch after punch.

For a full week, Lucas did not leave this great star. Like an indefatigable god of war, he repeatedly tempered every inch of his muscle, every bone, and even every drop of blood in that sea of fire capable of vaporizing everything.

"It seems that my bloodline has indeed mutated significantly. My body doesn’t just contain Smart Atoms, but also many other things!"

Lucas was completely naked, his body wrapped in flames.

If it were the great Regent of Viltrum, Thragg, he would not be able to last seven days after falling into the sun, not even an hour.

This is the miraculous Viltrumite.

Able to escape from the event horizon of a black hole and travel ultra-long interstellar distances, yet upon falling into the sun, their Smart Atoms are suppressed, and they are burned to charcoal.

Lucas was not stronger than Thragg, but apart from his overly complex and sensitive inner ear structure, he had almost no weaknesses.

If we are really talking about bloodline, he, this Imperial Viltrumite, was more like an emperor than Argall and more durable than Thragg.

Imperial Armor... Imperial Viltrumite—Combine!!