Chapter 119: These Viltrumite Women Are Crazy!!

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.

~ Bertrand Russell

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"The great... Hillel!"

It was unknown who muttered those two words in the crowd.

Great!

An existence so powerful that no one could match, yet willing to show mercy.

This title, which was originally used in the Viltrum dictionary to praise the emperor, was truly bestowed upon Hillel like this and spread like a virus.

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Just when Hillel thought everything was secure, trouble he didn’t expect came looking for him.

Simply put, it was a group!

That was a group of female Viltrumites.

Unlike those big-bellied, fierce, and masculine ones, these female Viltrumites were almost all tall beauties with smooth lines, and beneath their softness lay a combat power even fiercer than that of men.

The way they looked at Hillel was different from those men.

The male Viltrumites wanted to prove their strength and honor by killing Hillel, but the female Viltrumites considered much more.

What burned in their eyes was not killing intent, but naked possessiveness.

Hillel didn’t care too much at first.

After all, he had ruthlessly killed Andressa, who was also a female Viltrumite, and put in a certain World, he would be flamed to death.

But on Planet Viltrum, no one cared what gender the opponent was, even if it were a plastic bag.

Until... there was such a batch of true warriors.

True... women!

That was a breathtakingly beautiful female Viltrumite who pounced on him without warning.

That punch was fast and fierce, carrying full battle intent.

Hillel instinctively counterattacked, wondering whether to do some chest-expanding exercises, when the opponent suddenly spoke thunderously.

"The great Hillel! I will beat you into complete submission!" She grinned, her eyes burning.

With a look of desire to mate multiple times.

Hillel was stunned for a moment.

Wasn’t this pitch a bit too direct?

"Cut it out, do you know that’s illegal? Where I come from, someone like you would be tied to a wooden stake and electrocuted continuously for three days and three nights!" Hillel said, crossing his arms.

The Viltrumite straddle?

No! Absolutely not!

For Viltrumites, reproduction was a right belonging only to the strong.

Only the strong deserved to give birth to stronger offspring.

And the only way to reproduce with a strong person was to defeat him!

Forcing a home run!

Just like fucking cavemen.

Hillel had no idea at all that he had become the hottest commodity in The Great Purge; he had fought his way through the entire field, even suppressing Conquest, and his personality was fucking great!

Weakness?

What the hell do you guys know! This is called the Benevolent King!

"Defeat me, and you have the right to refuse!" The woman looked at him greedily.

"Just as the rumors say, your age isn’t even a century old. It’s simply... fantastic!"

"Get out of here, stop acting so coquettish, can you bring some positive energy instead!" Hillel directly pushed away the woman who pounced on him, his face speechless.

I came to The Great Purge to train, aren’t you breaking my virginity with this? Not that I’m a virgin..

It was true that he was lustful, but someone like her who delivered herself to his doorstep made him a little scared!

No one paid attention to Hillel’s resistance.

Even his batch of followers subconsciously didn’t come up to help.

The logic of these people was very simple: This is a good thing! How could the great Hillel have no offspring? Have a few more, have a few more!!!

Those female Viltrumites became more and more excited.

In their cognition, the stronger the man, the less easily he would yield.

The more Hillel refused, the more it aroused their desire for Conquest.

Therefore, in the days after that, besides having to cope with Conquest’s challenges, Hillel also had to occasionally deal with these female Viltrumites; he didn’t deal a fatal blow, and simps were meant to be walked.

Moreover, this group of people followed almost unconditionally, with only one request.

Challenge, conquer, and then the Viltrumite straddle.

That was how the procedure went.

But Hillel never held back, beating people down on the spot and directly getting stuck at the first step unable to proceed.

Hillel’s logic was also very simple.

If I struck so ruthlessly, you guys would surely give up eventually, right?

As a result, those female Viltrumites’ peach blossom eyes grew heavier, their fighting became increasingly crazy, and sometimes it wasn’t even fighting anymore—as they fought, their legs would wrap around him.

No, you guys are acting so coquettish one by one, was that a proper fight?

Can we have some positive energy?

"Why don’t you kill us? Could the great Hillel really be a weakling!"

One day.

A female Viltrumite named Belesa finally couldn’t help it anymore; she stabbed her palm into Hillel’s shoulder, and a small pearl actually slid down the corner of her eye.

"Woman, mind your tone when speaking to me!"

Hillel directly pinched her cheeks and lifted her up.

"Then kill me!"

Belesa punched Hillel in the chest, but only produced a bruise.

"Otherwise, reproduce with me!"

"On what grounds? I gave you the chance to challenge me; it’s you guys who are useless!"

Hillel directly threw her to the ground.

Belesa sprang up instantly, and Hillel grabbed her wrist, smashing her heavily into the ground.

Belesa attacked time and time again, and Hillel retaliated time and time again.

Never holding back at all.

"Kill me!!!"

Belesa’s eyes were red; she didn’t understand why Hillel neither agreed to reproduce nor was willing to deal a fatal blow to her.

The other female Viltrumites were all floating around, not charging up together.

What they wanted was the sole right to the straddle; even if they won by ganging up, whose would it count as in the end?

It couldn’t possibly be together!

"There’s been enough mutual slaughter among kin; look around, how many of our compatriots died in this Great Purge?" Hillel pressed Belesa’s head into the ground.

Belesa’s lower garments had been torn during the fight, revealing a pair of meaty and beautiful thighs.

But Hillel showed not a shred of tender affection.

"Weakling! You are just a weakling!!!"

"This is the Regent’s command; do you dare to question Thragg?"

"Coward!"

Blood oozed from the corner of Belesa’s mouth, and she spat at Hillel’s neck.

"Regent my ass!"

Hillel slammed Belesa to the ground, kept his legs together, turned around, and floated toward high ground.

Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically split into two columns.

Hillel sat on the heights like a king looking down upon his subjects.

"Belesa!"

Hillel shouted sternly.

Belesa shivered almost instinctively and raised her head, only to see Hillel raise his hand slightly.

"Have you ever seen a dog?"

"No!"

"Then forget it, crawl over here to me; if you dare to fly, I’ll tear your legs off!"

Hillel issued his command.

Belesa turned her head aside. "I won’t obey a coward’s command!"

"Come over!"

Hillel stomped his foot, and the continental plates seemed to tremble.

Belesa’s body softened.

He... he is so fierce!

Belesa crawled on the ground, inching her way up to the heights until she reached Hillel’s feet.

Hillel hooked Belesa’s chin. "To be honest, you look quite good."

"Judging a warrior solely by appearance is merely a disgrace to me!"

Belesa tossed her head.

"Is that so? I don’t doubt your honor as a warrior!" Hillel stood up, clenching his fists as if controlling everyone’s lives.

He looked at Belesa. "But I seriously doubt your charm as a woman. I like tough women, but their toughness must be for me to fight, not used against me, understand?"

Belesa’s body softened.

"You... what do you want to say?"

Hillel grasped Belesa’s neck, forcefully pulling her into his embrace.

"Simple, you spat blood all over me, lick it clean for me!"

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