Chapter 125: Thragg: I am the Regent!

Think before you desire a thing. There is every possibility that it will be fulfilled, and then you will suffer.

~ Osho

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Nolan brought his father over.

He was startled to find that the batch of Viltrumites in the area had already been replaced; those healed Viltrumites were dispersed around the periphery, guarding the center.

And right at the center, Hillel was floating cross-legged in mid-air.

His eyes were tightly closed, and the surrounding Viltrumites were lying flat and scattered everywhere.

Their complexions were pale, blood was flowing from their seven orifices, and some were even running out of their last breaths.

"Great Hillel... What about my father?"

Nolan stood in place, somewhat at a loss.

Cassandra cast a cold glance at him, only raising her beautiful finger to point towards the center.

The meaning was very clear.

Just throw the person in the middle; this wasn’t a theater where one needed to buy a ticket for a seat.

Nolan froze for a moment, then flew towards the central area, carefully putting the person down.

Only then did he notice that three figures were floating behind Hillel.

Belesa, Mira, Iveta.

The three women were expressionless, their gazes sharp as they slowly scanned their surroundings.

Much like three guarding lionesses.

Any Viltrumite who dared to approach rashly would be indiscriminately attacked by them.

Nolan’s heart tightened.

He didn’t say much more, imitating the appearance of those women as he floated to the periphery, vigilantly keeping watch for Hillel.

More and more people were coming.

One, ten, a hundred...

Those Viltrumites struggling in the scourge virus, relying on their last breath, gathered from all directions of Planet Viltrum towards this ruin.

Their purpose was only one.

To beg the great Hillel to cure them.

Hillel turned no one away.

The healing warm current flowed unceasingly toward every dying Viltrumite.

"Hoo..."

Hillel slowly exhaled a breath, a trace of fatigue appropriately appearing on his face.

"Are there still people being tortured by the plague? Fine, come together!"

His act was just right.

In reality, as long as his food intake was sufficient, healing people didn’t consume any more physical strength than fighting.

"I can wear you down for two hundred years, you brat!"

Belesa felt immense distress: "My King, ignore them!"

"No, how can you be so cold-blooded, those are our people!"

Hillel reprimanded.

Belesa’s voice was very loud. "However... if this goes on, you won’t be able to take it, what if someone takes the opportunity to launch a challenge!"

Hillel shook his head. "A true warrior will not fall because of such a small problem. If I die, then it can only be said that I am nothing more than this!"

The crowd of Viltrumites were even more moved.

Their eyes widened, their Viltrumite radar activated, and even passing flies would be slapped into powder.

Hillel was acting.

But Belesa’s concern was not; for the first time, she spoke softly to Mira and the others.

"The King’s physical strength must be replenished. We will take you over to assign manpower and go out hunting!"

"I’ll do it."

Nolan’s ears twitched slightly, and he immediately chimed in. "I know where there is a high-protein race, not far from here."

Before his voice had even faded... Boom!

The young man suddenly kicked off the ground, transforming his entire body into a stream of light that soared into the sky.

The next instant, his figure had already torn through the atmosphere and jumped into the deep space of the Universe.

That speed, that explosive power.

A flash of strange color flickered in Belesa’s eyes.

Speaking of strength, this young man named Nolan had actually grown ridiculously strong.

Even among Viltrumites, he was in the top tier.

"This kid is alright." Iveta nodded.

Belesa withdrew her gaze, let out a faint snort, and floated back behind Hillel to continue watching over him.

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Time passed day by day.

The Viltrumites healed by Hillel skyrocketed from a few thousand all the way to nearly fifty thousand.

And this process lasted for more than a month.

Fifty thousand Viltrumites were enough.

Taking down the entire Universe with this population was a piece of cake.

In this month and more, Nolan and his father practically contracted Hillel’s rations; the two of them could be considered part of the early enlightened population of Planet Viltrum.

When Nolan was accepting his coming-of-age ceremony, his father had displayed appropriate paternal love, whereas Nolan’s mother was like someone with XYY syndrome, insisting on beating her son to death.

That was why Nolan extended a helping hand to his father.

Meanwhile...

The entire Planet Viltrum, under the ravages of the scourge virus, had already died by more than half.

Billions of compatriots were thrown into outer space, forming a meteorite belt guarding the Planet.

Planet Viltrum didn’t have a satellite ring before, but now it did.

"Right."

Hillel suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Where is Conquest?"

"Has anyone seen him?"

Silence surrounded them.

All the Viltrumites blankly shook their heads.

Who would care about that huge idiot Conquest!

Hillel looked at Nolan.

"Nolan, run an errand and help me find Conquest. That old fellow should still be alive," he said.

"Yes!"

Nolan said nothing more and soared into the sky once again.

Not long after, he returned.

This time, he was carrying a burly figure on his shoulder.

It was none other than Conquest.

When Nolan put the person down, even Hillel was stunned for a moment.

Conquest, whose fierce reputation was illustrious during The Great Purge, was actually bleeding from his seven orifices at this moment, and his arms had mysteriously vanished.

Nolan said, "He collapsed alone at his doorstep; he must have been seriously ill for quite some time."

"As expected."

Hillel nodded.

With Conquest’s popularity, aside from Hillel, anyone who dared to speak a single word to him was a warrior.

Hillel shook his head and pressed a hand directly onto Conquest’s chest.

The healing power forcefully poured in.

"Strong is strong, weak is weak!"

Conquest’s original words.

Only the veteran hadn’t expected Thaddeus to have no virtue whatsoever, coming up right away with a massive virus.

Conquest’s physical condition was very poor, but under Hillel’s treatment, his genes were being repaired.

Just as the healing was halfway done.

An unexpected change suddenly occurred!

An aura so massive it was suffocating descended from the sky without warning.

The Viltrumites across the entire ruin shuddered in unison.

Those who had just been extremely weak instinctively prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring to lift their heads.

That was a tall figure; he stepped through the void and slowly descended.

Thragg.

The Grand Regent of the Viltrumite Empire.

Ever since The Great Purge began, this Regent had rarely shown his face. His last public appearance was when he reprimanded the battle between Hillel and Conquest, acting somewhat uninhibited.

Unexpectedly, for this second time, Thragg had come because of Hillel.

The aura emanating from his entire body was as strong as substance.

"Hillel!"

Thragg spoke, his voice ice-cold.

"The mastermind!"

"The conspirator!"

"The traitor!"

As soon as he arrived, he pinned three grave accusations on Hillel.

When the scourge virus was raging, Thragg had people develop a vaccine at the very first instance, but it was completely useless. The virus’s lethality was too strong, wiping out nearly half of the Viltrumites in just one month.

And on the other side of the Planet, a faction was quietly taking shape.

The great Hillel actually mastered the method to cure the virus?

Thragg rushed over at the first instance.

He took it for granted that Hillel was the mastermind.

Before Hillel could speak, Thragg took a step forward, but what immediately followed was resistance.

Belesa, Mira, Iveta... even Nolan and his father, those Viltrumites who followed Hillel, actually blocked in unison in front of Thragg.

"Regent, please do not disturb the King’s healing!"

Belesa blocked right at the front, keeping a cold face even when facing Thragg.

Thragg’s pupils suddenly constricted.

"King?"

"I am your King!"

"Argall is dead, and the current Viltrumite Empire is regented by me, Thragg!"

He acted as if he had heard a monstrous joke, his eyes becoming man-eating as well. "Or could it be that you are all traitors!"

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