Chapter 249 Reencounter with Trevor

"Die!!"

Thragg roared furiously. Over the past millennium, his combat power had also reached an unprecedented peak. Just by flexing the void, he could forcefully step out a vacuum fault across the entire atmosphere.

His fist peak, carrying a crushing pressure capable of tearing apart celestial bodies, fiercely smashed toward Lucas’s glabella!

However, facing this strongest life-risking strike from Thragg, Lucas merely casually shifted by half an inch.

The fist wind brushed past Lucas’s hemline, failing to injure him in the slightest.

Within an extremely short time, Lucas countered with a backhand straight punch, hitting squarely on Thragg’s undefended abdomen!

There was no Earth-shattering energy explosion, but under this unremarkable punch, Thragg’s abdomen bulged heavily backward by a large chunk. The violent force vented and exploded, passing right through his back and producing an annular wave of air.

"Pfft—urgh!!"

Thragg was struck as if heavily battered, his eyeballs instantly bloodshot and bulging. He spat a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs into the void, which directly froze into ice, and his entire body curled up in pain like a shrimp!

Step, step.

Lucas walked as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard, floating before Thragg and looking down at the Regent.

As a leader, Thragg was clearly unqualified. He had proactively initiated The Great Purge era, causing the Viltrum race to plummet by half. When encountering the scourge virus attack by Thaddeus, he also failed to make any remedy.

Afterwards, upon learning that Mark was the bloodline of the former king, Thragg once again harbored the idea of silencing him rather than returning the throne to the empire’s heir.

He was powerful, but he was also greedy for power.

"Thragg, do you truly believe that a thousand years have passed, and you and I can still maintain a tie like back then?"

"These thousand years of time... I have grown a fraction stronger than you! A vertical straight line—you will never be able to surpass me again!!"

"No... impossible... absolutely impossible! How could you be strong to this extent?!" Thragg coughed blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lucas expressionlessly reached out, and like lifting a chick, he grabbed Thragg’s throat and lifted him into mid-air.

"There is nothing impossible."

Lucas said in a calm tone: "My child has already been born. Just upon birth, he could flip adult Viltrumites over onto the ground! By the day of his adulthood, this Universe will have no rivals left, and his iron hooves are destined to trample every corner of the parallel Universes!"

"And before the era of the new epoch opens, you... and your Old Empire, must be buried in the depths of history. The Viltrum race does not need to walk toward the future holding a painful past!"

Finishing his words, Lucas brought his right hand together like a blade and casually waved it!

Sizzle!

A blinding blade radiance slashed across the sky, smooth to the extreme!

The Regent Thragg hadn’t even reacted before that graying head fell from his neck, instantly thrown high up alongside a gushing pillar of blood!

Lucas backhandedly grabbed Thragg’s decapitated long hair, lifted him in his hand, and transmitted his thoughts into the minds of every Viltrumite.

"Thragg has been executed! Why haven’t you stopped and surrendered yet?"

The moment the voice fell, the previously tragic battlefield instantly plunged into dead silence!

Everyone looked at Lucas in disbelief, only to see that in his hand, he was indeed holding Thragg’s head.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Among that group of purple-skinned legions bred from the insect race, there were still hundreds of half-breed Viltrumite newborns who, embracing a counterattack before death, lunged and killed toward Lucas. They had already been instilled with extremely loyal thoughts by Thragg.

Unlike other Viltrumites, who at least possessed a shred of rationality.

"Impure-blooded scumbags, you are not Viltrumites, you are outsiders!"

Lucas’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

The weapon attached to his right arm, amidst a slight shift of his mind, began to click and reorganize, instantly transforming into a long spear radiating chilling radiance.

This weapon had already reached the strength of the multiverse level.

A single strike down could easily annihilate a single Universe.

"I say, this spear will slaughter all those half-breed traitors!"

Lucas threw the long spear without even using much force, and the spear transformed into a divine ray and flew off. Lucas kept his wits about him, temporarily leaving behind the half-breeds like Ursa who hadn’t taken action.

All others were executed.

The more than thirty pure-blood Viltrumites of the old home planet could also be kept; they were not beyond saving.

People like General Kreg, Thula, and Lucan—as long as they were let loose on Earth, it would fall in minutes.

In just a few breaths’ time, those hundreds of purple-skinned Viltrumites didn’t even manage to emit screams before their heads were completely pierced through by the long spear, instantly being annihilated into ashes.

At this point, the entire scene was dead silent.

Even his compatriots on Lucas’s side held fanaticism and awe in their eyes when looking at him. They had to fight to the death to defeat opponents, yet Lucas merely threw a weapon and instantly annihilated hundreds of people.

This combat power had long exceeded the boundaries of the Viltrumites.

Their emperor was likely the strongest Viltrumite in history.

Anissa stepped out into the air, majestically scanning the surviving remnants of Thragg’s old subordinates below, as well as the survivors led by Ursa.

She sternly shouted, "Thragg is already dead. There is no need for you to keep guarding the empire’s graveyard. The battle is over!"

The surviving pure-blood warriors looked at each other in dismay. Looking at Thragg’s unresigned head, and then looking at Lucas—even Anissa among them had submitted to the new emperor—what necessity was there for them to fight again?

Both sides were of the Viltrum race.

Moreover, the opposite side’s bloodline was purer, looking much more pleasing to the eye than this bunch of purple-skinned people.

"We are willing to surrender. The battle is over!"

Following the surrender of these Viltrumites, a prompt sound popped up from the system side.

[Ding! Current "invincible" main plane Conquest rate: 100%]

Lucas slowly closed his eyes, and the power within his body received a boost. This time’s divine power growth wasn’t exceptionally exaggerated, but on the rule level, Lucas’s essential comprehension of various powers seemed to have achieved leaps and bounds of growth.

For example, time, reality, soul, causality...

...

The great battle came to a close.

Lucas ordered people to extract the gene sequences of billions of compatriots and store them in the empire’s gene bank, which might be useful in the future. Afterwards, he burned all the corpses of the other Viltrumites completely, leaving not a shred of ash.

As for those thirty-odd pure-blood warriors, they were uniformly escorted to Earth, supervised by Nolan, letting them experience the warmth of civilization on Earth and cleanse their tyrannical minds.

As for those massive numbers of purple-skinned half-breed offspring, they were all broken up and incorporated into the bottom ranks of the empire’s pioneering legion, strictly disciplined and tempered by military law.

Thragg’s daughter, Ursa, was personally brought to Lucas’s side to be trained. This young girl’s talent was quite strong; with cultivation, she should be able to surpass Thragg.

Next, Lucas stayed here for decades longer.

In these decades of time, under the cultivation of his parents, Lucian’s combat power advanced by leaps and bounds.

Anissa and the other four women could soon no longer teach this child.

Lucas could only take him along to help enhance his strength.

At only thirty years old, Lucian was able to command the entire Viltrum race. Even the combat power of Emperor Mark, plus even Ursa, and stacked with a berserker beast daughter, were not a match of a single blow for him.

Viltrumites believed in the strong; Lucas passed the throne to Lucian, and no one dared to oppose.

"Next, I will lead the empire to prosperity!"

Lucian donned the new-style battle robe of the Viltrum emperor, full of vigor and high spirits.

The narrative belonging to the younger generation began.

"Not bad! This child has a boundless future!"

Lucas nodded, floating in the void with Anissa accompanying him. This short-haired female warrior was tightly hugging Lucas’s shoulders at this moment, leaning her head against his chest, completely acting like a little girl.

"It’s simply like a dream!" Anissa softly murmured, her brows filled with satisfaction.

"Indeed!"

This Universe was fully conquered; next was his son’s galactic era, and an old thing like himself should retire into seclusion with his beautiful wives.

Lucas lived in seclusion on Earth with the five women.

Lucian still heavily relied on his father and several mothers.

But every time he couldn’t find his parents’ traces, making his mood quite depressed, feeling that the old man completely threw the burden to him and went off to enjoy himself.

"This old fogey!"

On the other side, Lucas looked at the several women and nodded with satisfaction.

"Let’s roll, Brother System, back to the CW Universe! After finishing that, head over to the yellow weasel’s place and find a stable job for our ancestral treasure."

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