The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

Just as Lucas was tempting King Robert Baratheon, a subtle consciousness descended and began probing towards Lucas.

But it was still blocked outside by Lucas’s mental shield wall.

The owner of that consciousness did not give up; it chose to possess King Robert Baratheon.

Before long, King Robert Baratheon’s eyes suddenly became clear and profound, as if they contained ancient wisdom.

"Who are you?" Through King Robert Baratheon’s mouth, the mysterious consciousness spoke slowly.

The Three-Eyed Raven?

As far as Lucas knew, most of the gods in Game of Thrones could only send prophetic dreams, not directly possess someone.

Except for one anomaly: the Three-Eyed Raven.

"Get lost." Lucas frowned.

Strictly speaking, the Three-Eyed Raven was not a god; it was at most a rogue AI that would suddenly find a host and stir up trouble.

Lucas vaguely remembered that before the hackers leaked the script in his past life, this was the guy who took over Bran’s body and ascended the Iron Throne.

It could be said to be the biggest winner in Game of Thrones.

"I have surveyed the past and present, and in the vast ocean of the past and future, there is no inheritance regarding you! You possess not a shred of divine power, yet you are unfathomable."

"I have no intention of exploring your origin, but perhaps we can cooperate!"

The Three-Eyed Raven offered an olive branch.

"Cooperate?" Lucas scoffed, his eyes full of disdain. "I’m not here to play house with you. This world belongs to me. Whether it’s the New Gods or the Old Gods, the Great Other or the Lord of Light, all of you can just get the hell out!"

"At your level, you can’t even reach a divine rank. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about cooperation?"

"Watch out, or I’ll blow up that old tree of yours!"

The Three-Eyed Raven fell silent.

It could not see through Lucas’s origin.

In its vast ocean of information, such a man simply did not exist.

This man had no divine power, but that aura of life far exceeded its scope of understanding.

Lucas couldn’t be bothered to waste words on the Three-Eyed Raven.

He raised a hand, and a massive Bio-field instantly surged into King Robert Baratheon’s body, protecting his mind and forcing the Three-Eyed Raven’s consciousness out.

The Three-Eyed Raven tried to resist.

But Lucas casually channeled healing into King Robert Baratheon’s body.

The Three-Eyed Raven’s parasitism was not omnipotent; for many healthy bodies with strong mental willpower, it simply could not invade.

"Ugh..."

King Robert Baratheon jolted awake from his stupor.

He sat up blankly, feeling entirely comfortable; the excruciating pain that had been tormenting him had actually vanished without a trace.

"Where... were we just now?" King Robert Baratheon looked at Lucas by the bedside.

It was as if he completely didn’t remember what had just happened.

"You don’t remember? That’s fine, let me help you recall!"

Lucas suddenly extended a finger and lightly poked at the location of King Robert Baratheon’s wound.

The previously healed internal organs were pierced through once again.

The excruciating pain instantly made King Robert Baratheon let out another scream.

But it seemed no one outside heard his voice; only Lucas stood there, appreciating the sight of King Robert Baratheon rolling around in pain.

"Our conversation was interrupted just now. Bear with it; you have to suffer before you can enjoy the sweetness!" Lucas slowly shook the blood off his hand.

King Robert Baratheon was covered in sweat, looking at Lucas’s finger in terror. The other party hadn’t even used a weapon, yet had almost pierced him through.

"I’ll agree to everything! As long as I can survive, I’ll do whatever you want!"

King Robert Baratheon was finally afraid.

Lucas nodded in satisfaction, and only then did he heal King Robert Baratheon again.

The excruciating pain vanished completely.

King Robert Baratheon lowered his head and incredulously lifted his clothes; the previously mangled wound didn’t even have a single scar left.

"The Seven Above..." King Robert Baratheon’s voice was trembling, "My wound... my wound is actually healed!"

"Now it’s time to fulfill your promise!"

"Move your fat ass and... kneel before me!"

King Robert Baratheon’s face stiffened.

"You are insulting a king!"

He roared. As the supreme monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, how could he kneel to someone else!

Lucas stepped up and poked him with a finger again.

Round two.

King Robert Baratheon continued to roll around on the bed in pain.

"Screaming?"

"Keep screaming for me!"

"Do you believe I can administer a unique whipping to your queen right in front of you?"

King Robert Baratheon was obedient again.

Lucas squatted down and pulled the fat pig’s ear in front of him. "I can heal you, so naturally I can also let you die. I can even bring you back to life, and then torture you over and over again a thousand times!"

"That is what you call unable to live and unable to die!"

"So, are you sure you want to speak to me in that tone?"

King Robert Baratheon’s fat face turned beet red.

"I’m sorry! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

King Robert Baratheon completely gave in.

"Very good!"

Lucas healed him again.

King Robert Baratheon obediently knelt down. This Stag King who had once hammered the Dragon Prince to death at the Trident was now kneeling on one knee, submissively performing a rite of submission to Lucas.

"That’s right!"

Lucas nodded in satisfaction. "That’s a good boy! As for whipping Cersei Lannister, don’t worry, that was just a joke. I have no interest in your blonde bitch!"

"Now, you can issue orders again."

King Robert Baratheon looked up. "I don’t understand... please give me a hint, what should I do?"

"War, of course!"

Lucas said slowly.

King Robert Baratheon was stunned.

"In consideration of your submission, I will be merciful and tell you one thing: your queen is a shameless whore." Lucas said leisurely, "The three children she gave birth to for you, not a single one is your seed, understand?"

"Impossible!"

King Robert Baratheon instinctively objected.

Lucas said, "How is it impossible? Your House Baratheon has always had strong, resilient seed. Even if you had a child with an eccentric person, it would still have to be black hair and black eyes, without exception. Not even the Dragon family’s genes could change that!"

"Yet Cersei Lannister gave birth to three children for you in a row, all with blonde hair, and one of them is a psychopathic seed..."

"You didn’t even have the slightest suspicion? Then I overestimated your intelligence!"

King Robert Baratheon’s face turned green and red from what was said.

Strong seed was indeed a characteristic of House Baratheon, but what if Cersei Lannister was a chaste bitch?

Blonde hair was just an exception.

Passed down from generation to generation, bloodlines are always diluted; it wasn’t impossible for a mutant to appear in his generation!

"You didn’t even notice that the intimacy between Cersei Lannister and Jaime was beyond that of normal siblings. This is called incest, do you understand?"

Lucas continued to twist the knife.

What did he mean?

This mysterious person in front of him was actually implying that his three children were all the seed of Cersei Lannister and Jaime?

This... this is depraved!

How could Cersei Lannister dare!

"The Seven Above!!"

"No wonder Jaime would rather give up his position as heir to the Warden of the West to become a Kingsguard, never marrying or siring children for his entire life!"

"So he was serving as that whore’s knight, not the King’s knight!"

King Robert Baratheon was furious.

It all made sense!

Everything was explained!

No wonder the blonde bitch by his side was becoming more and more numerous, and even the kingdom’s heirs had all become the seed of House Lannister!

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