Chapter 248 Son Lucian, The Last Battle

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, several years had gone by.

Over these few years, Mark successfully entered university, and his romance with Atom Eve became even more stable. Although Earth occasionally spawned a few reckless supervillains, with Mark and Omni-Man, everything always turned out safely.

Moreover, Lucas’s hard cultivation was not without results; several years later, Anissa successfully became pregnant.

As expected of a thoughtful older sister figure, she truly had a buff in this aspect!

Now, with the combination of pure bloods and Lucas’s current bloodline strength, the life fluctuations emitted by the fetus in her womb even caused quite a few anomalies, such as the resonance between the father and son’s bloodlines.

After Anissa became pregnant, the four women showed even more joy than she did because the Viltrum Empire had descendants, but privately, they contradictorily produced feelings of jealousy, specifically manifested by taking turns challenging Lucas.

Unfortunately, they belonged to the type who were bad yet still loved to play.

After being pregnant for a year, Anissa gave birth to another son for Lucas.

As soon as this child was born, he displayed astonishing talent. After Mira wiped the child’s body and reached out a finger to tease him, she was grabbed by the baby’s tender little hand, and with a slight movement, she was forcefully thrown away.

The five women in the room were dumbfounded in shock, drawing in a cold breath!

What was born?

A monster?

During his infancy, he could throw an adult Viltrumite away?

So overpowered?

Lucas stepped forward to personally test the child’s physique. Although this little fellow did not inherit Chaos Magic, he perfectly inherited his physique, and his life form was a natural fifth-dimensional creature the moment he was born.

Even his Smart Atoms did not have the slightest flaw. Even crossing the core of a star, he would never be interfered with by ion storms in the slightest to revert into an ordinary person. In other words, this son of his achieved sanctification purely through his physical body.

"Good boy!" Lucas laughed heartily.

Anissa leaned against the head of the bed without the post-childbirth weakness. Looking at the child held in Lucas’s palm, her eyes flowed with unprecedented maternal love and pride.

The mixed doubles mentioned back then no longer existed.

From now on, whoever dared to touch her son, she would slice off their head with a single hand-blade.

The child was eventually named Lucian.

Afterwards, under the influence of family warmth, Anissa sank deeper and deeper into the web of love, deeply devoted to Lucas and integrating very well into this big family, completely different from the cold female warrior she used to be.

The current Anissa was simply a virtuous wife and good mother.

A true thoughtful older sister figure.

The underlying code of the Viltrumites was like this; casual dogs could be turned into warriors of love, and once they understood what true feelings were, they could definitely sacrifice their lives for you.

This was deeply reflected in the original work.

Like Thragg’s Krg, as soon as he descended on Earth, he started playing house.

Little pampered wives one after another.

Lucan was even more of an extreme case.

His wife had been hurt by her ex and didn’t want children, so Lucan respected his wife’s wishes and directly defied Thragg’s breeding plan.

Speaking of willpower.

Seriously speaking, across the entire Viltrum Empire, everyone combined could not compare to Nolan.

Nolan had stayed on Earth for twenty years!

In twenty years, he still hadn’t forgotten the Empire’s mission, whereas other Viltrumites had only descended on Earth for a few years before they started making a fuss, working themselves to the bone for logging...

More than a decade later, under Lucas’s meticulous training, Mark’s combat power steadily stepped into the ranks of elite warriors, making him fully capable of standing on his own.

He became the true invincible.

Then, only the final battle remained.

On this day, Lucas wore an imperial battle robe, bringing Nolan’s father and son, along with thousands of pure-blood Viltrum warriors, directly descending outside Viltrum’s old homeworld!

In the desolate homeworld’s orbit, billions of Viltrumites formed a planetary belt, forging the graveyard of the Old Empire.

These Viltrumites were all killed by the scourge virus.

Thaddeus was even more extreme; with a single dose of the virus, he nearly wiped out an entire ethnic group.

Grand Regent Thragg seemed to have anticipated the arrival of this day long ago. Wearing a blood-red cape, his gaze as cold as a blade, he led hundreds of mantis-alien descendants behind him to confront Lucas’s pure-blood legion.

Most of the warriors behind Thragg had skin tinged with light purple. Although their physiques had been assimilated through genes into those of Viltrumites, down to their bones they exuded the aura of an inferior zerg race.

Lucas noticed a young girl standing by Thragg’s side. The girl was named Ursaal, a daughter targetedly cultivated by Thragg using his own genes, and also one of his most satisfied descendants.

Although she still retained characteristics of the zerg race, her combat power and talent undoubtedly inherited Thragg’s talent.

"All forces listen up — — Start the war!"

Lucas couldn’t even be bothered to look at those cannon fodder mobs. With a wave of his large hand, his cold voice entered everyone’s mind!

"Kill!!"

Nolan’s father and son took the lead, and thousands of pure-blood warriors turned into streams of light across the sky, fiercely crashing into Thragg’s purple-skinned legion!

Instantly causing a massacre.

Amidst the flames of war filling the sky, only Lucas and Thragg stood tall at an altitude of ten thousand meters, facing each other from afar.

Boom!

Thragg’s vital energy exploded all over his body, like a comet, instantly bursting right in front of Lucas, but stopping abruptly a hundred meters away.

His eyes stared fixedly at Lucas, whose face remained youthful.

A thousand years ago, during The Great Purge, the two had fought to a draw among the planets.

As the Regent, a draw was a disgrace!

Back then, Lucas did not incite a civil war of kin killing kin, but instead raised his arms in a call, leading over fifty thousand clansmen to flee far into the starry skies.

Thragg originally thought he could sit securely in his position, but never expected that the scourge virus couldn’t be contained at all, brutally slaughtering billions of clansmen to extinction. He had originally thought that half dying would be the limit.

When the number of clansmen plummeted to just over thirty people, Lucas had already established the new empire.

In terms of achievements, Lucas protected tens of thousands of compatriots; in terms of reputation, the benevolence and righteousness of the new empire resounded throughout the Universe; in terms of combat power, the Lucas before him was unfathomable, crushing him in every aspect.

Thragg knew clearly that on any level, Lucas was more deserving of the title of emperor than he was!

He was even stronger than Emperor Argall!

"Lucas... Do you think you have victory in your grasp?" Thragg roared hoarsely.

Lucas carried his hands behind his back, his tone contemptuous: "Thragg, look at those twisted monsters behind you. Those inferior scum... are they even worthy of being called Viltrumites?"

Veins bulged on Thragg’s temples: "This is for the continuation of the Empire! For the future of the race!"

"No! Following you, the Empire only has a dead end."

Lucas coldly interrupted him: "We Viltrumites have endless lifespans, yet you fused pure bloodlines with ephemeral insect eggs! Several centuries from now, will Viltrumites still be that same race as before? Deep down in their bones, do your bastard descendants yearn more for disgusting bug nests or the vast starry sea?"

Thragg’s expression was twisted to the extreme, roaring: "As long as we can recapture the orthodoxy of the Empire, all these sacrifices are worth it!"

Lucas shook his head slightly: "You look like you’ve been possessed by the God of Death from the Warp, then that makes it simple—die!"

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