Chapter 247 Subduing Anissa

Afterward, Lucas cast a healing technique, which instantly coursed through Anissa and completely healed all her injuries.

"I... lost." Anissa breathed heavily, letting Lucas grab her by the hair.

"Since you have lost, you should recognize reality." Lucas looked down from above, seeming to have anticipated this, "I can press you into the dust and trample you willfully to prove that my strength is far above yours. Under the old system of Viltrum, the will of the strong is an order that the weak cannot defy, right?"

Since Anissa valued the old system, Lucas would talk to her about the old system.

Anissa bit her lip tightly and finally nodded with difficulty.

"Then, I command you to submit and pledge allegiance from now on. Are you willing to surrender?"

"...This is betrayal." Anissa’s voice was firm.

"Betrayal?" Lucas looked down at her coldly, "During The Great Purge, I already defeated Thragg head-on. I was originally the heir to the throne whom everyone looked up to!"

"Fifty thousand elite compatriots are willing to listen to my single command and rebuild the glory of the empire in the starry sky! As for Thragg, he cannot save the empire, nor can he save the people. He clings to power and taints the purity of the empire’s bloodline! Tell me, who on earth is the rebellious traitor that betrayed the race? Can you truly not tell the difference?"

Anissa’s throat bobbed as she fell into a long silence.

The wind and sand inside the canyon gradually subsided.

Lucas reined in his aura, and his gaze swept slowly down Anissa’s body.

I have to admit, this short-haired female general possessed an astonishing physique. Her shoulder lines were sharp, her waist was supple and tight, and her long legs were slender yet explosive. Her whole body exuded the feminine charm of a top-tier predator.

Combining combat power and reproductive potential, she was truly worthy of the top-tier genes of the Viltrum race.

Sensing Lucas’s uninhibited gaze, Anissa’s previously unfocused eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she instinctively tensed her body. "You... what do you want to do?"

"The winner takes all, and the weak are at the mercy of others." Lucas smiled faintly, "Isn’t this the rule you admire the most? Then I can’t help but ask, can you abide by this rule?"

Before his voice faded, fierce light intertwined in Anissa’s eyes, and her sturdy and powerful thighs sprang up like a venomous snake, tightly wrapping around Lucas’s arms!

Lucas smoothly unloaded his strength, letting her exert herself.

However, in the next second, instead of taking the opportunity to escape, Anissa used the recoil momentum to suddenly flip over, heavily pinning Lucas onto the yellow-sands ground. The sunlight was blazing, shining down on the two of them.

Anissa straddled Lucas’s waist, her short hair disheveled in the wind, looking down at Lucas from above.

Young, powerful, handsome...

Mainly a shota!

"No need for redundant nonsense..."

Anissa’s breathing was rapid, and a trace of the most primitive fanaticism welled up deep inside her pupils. Her criteria for choosing a mate had always been baffling; she uniquely liked male warriors younger than herself, and they had to be strong enough.

This was almost impossible.

In the Viltrum race, youth meant immaturity.

Not everyone was Mark.

"You are a hundred times stronger than any male I have ever seen! The bloodline of Viltrum should naturally be demanded from the strongest king... I agree!"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I haven’t even said what I want you to do yet."

"No need for you to say it!"

A low roar came from Anissa’s throat. It didn’t sound like a female at all, but rather like a damn female Beast.

This woman’s kissing technique was also rough enough.

No wonder she could give Mark psychological trauma.

Next, fire met tinder.

Anissa was like an untamed wild horse, while Lucas accommodated her like a sponge. The continental plates seemed to be shaking, and the tremors spread for hundreds of kilometers around. Fortunately, there was no one nearby.

Aside from rock climbing enthusiasts, basically no one came to this place.

Four hours later.

Covered in sweat, Anissa slumped against the rock, panting heavily, her brows full of satisfaction.

She pulled her remaining robe over herself to cover her body, stood up unsteadily, gave Lucas a complicated look, and then turned to tear through the void and leave.

Snap!

A large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of Anissa’s neck, dragging her forcefully back into his arms like lifting a kitten or puppy.

"You’re making me look like a fool by acting like this! Which of us is the master and which is the guest? Can you not turn things upside down?! Act like you don’t know me after pulling up your pants?" Lucas pressed close to her ear, his large hand naturally wrapping around her willow-like waist.

The Viltrum race liked strong women; this was the choice of genetics.

Anissa’s body trembled, and she turned her head away. "If we have offspring, I will raise him to adulthood alone, and then we will accept the coming-of-age ceremony from both of us! I won’t disturb your life. You already have four imperial consorts in the manor. Let me leave!"

"Oh ho! Not letting you go!"

Lucas pinched her chin and gave that heroic face a wanton kiss.

"As emperor, although I have to shoulder some responsibilities, the good thing is that no one will condemn me in this regard. Having one more imperial consort or one less doesn’t matter at all. Don’t look at how fierce the four of them are; they’ve never been able to bear offspring for me and have cried anxiously countless times!"

"If you can successfully get pregnant, you will naturally gain their approval."

For a thousand years, the four women had been unable to conceive naturally. With a sympathetic big sister coming over, maybe it could work.

Having said that.

Lucas didn’t give Anissa the slightest chance to resist, directly picking up the woman and returning to the manor. According to Anissa’s logic, she was now Lucas’s trophy and had no right to independent choice.

Ah!

This damned primitive era!

After Anissa was brought back to the manor, the suppression she expected did not happen. When the four women learned that Anissa had become the fifth imperial consort, there wasn’t even a shred of surprise in their expressions.

They had spent a millennium with Lucas after all; whenever Lucas lifted his butt, they knew what he was about to do.

If he wasn’t interested in Anissa, why would he bring her back to the manor?

Moreover, over the past thousand-plus years, the four women had advised Lucas many times, hoping that Lucas would conquer a few more women to fill the harem and reproduce descendants. After all, such a huge empire could not be without an heir!

Lucas was very strong now, but who could predict the future?

However, Lucas was not enthusiastic about this—emmm... it wasn’t that he wasn’t enthusiastic; he was more active than anyone else when doing that deed, but she just wouldn’t get pregnant, leaving the four women thinking they had problems.

Now with Anissa added, there was one more possibility.

They couldn’t be said to be rolling out the red carpet, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

...

In the following days, Anissa was a bit unaccustomed to it.

As an aloof big sister whose behavior was relatively sympathetic, she carried a strong possessiveness in her bones and had the habits of a lone wolf. She never dreamed that one day she would be involved in absurd multi-person activities.

However, Lucas didn’t give her any chance to retort.

"Remember your identity, Anissa! You are my trophy, and a trophy has no room for choice!"

Anissa could only accept it, and the aloof big sister could no longer maintain her aloofness.

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