The Boys: Viltrumite Bloodline Panel

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

~ George R.R. Martin

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Robert slammed his bed board fiercely, letting out a roar. "Where is Ned?!! Someone, go find him! I want him to go and chop that bitch for me!"

Robert was furious.

But Hillel stood to the side, merely watching coldly.

Robert’s anger remained only on the surface, and he quickly suppressed his rage.

This matter was not suitable for making a massive fuss; the Warden of the West, Tywin, sat upon gold mines, had close ties with important ministers in the court, and possessed a notorious reputation abroad. If Cersei were truly chopped down, I’m afraid the entire kingdom would have to launch a war.

Not to mention wasting people and money, shaking the rule was inevitable.

Robert was wary of his father-in-law!

This simply would not do!

Hillel thought to himself, If you don’t fight a war, what kind of entertainment am I supposed to watch after running all the way here?

Thus, he flashed forward and blocked Robert’s path.

"Don’t be anxious, my words aren’t finished yet."

Hillel continued to stack buffs.

"If Cersei had merely been unfaithful, things wouldn’t have reached this point. Guess who was the first to discover this secret and was therefore silenced!"

Robert’s face was filled with astonishment. The only important figure who had died recently was his foster father, Jon Arryn.

"That’s right, just as you thought!"

Hillel snapped his fingers.

"As for the rest, go investigate it yourself. This is filthy politics."

Hillel’s figure vanished on the spot.

Robert’s pupils constricted, but they were instantly filled with rage.

Jon Arryn was the foster father of Robert and Ned. Back then, he protected both of them under the Mad King, so Robert and Ned regarded him as their biological father, allowing him to enjoy endless glory.

But what Hillel did not say was that even if the death of this Hand of the King had a connection to Cersei, the real mastermind was not Cersei, but Littlefinger, and the perpetrator was Catelyn’s younger sister, Lysa Tully.

"Bitch! How dare she... How could she dare!!!"

Robert let out an angry roar.

It was House Lannister.

From beginning to end, all the bad things were done by House Lannister!

Robert abruptly lifted the tent curtain and strode out of the military tent.

Everyone outside the tent was completely stunned.

The king was clearly at his last gasp and his vitality was exhausted; everyone thought he wouldn’t survive tonight.

Yet Robert actually walked out with a ruddy complexion?

Cersei could simply not suppress the corners of her mouth turning upward. She was waiting for that fat-pig husband to take his last breath, so that her son Joffrey could legitimately ascend the iron throne.

But when she saw Robert walk out with a look of rage, Cersei was completely dumbfounded.

Was she hallucinating?

How did this dying fatso suddenly stand up full of vigor and vitality?

Robert looked around and casually beckoned a goldcloak. "Go, call Ned over for me again!"

Ned hurried over, and upon seeing his old friend actually standing up, he was completely frozen in place.

"Robert, you..."

"Don’t be so surprised." Robert laughed loudly, but in that laughter, a murderous intent was hidden. "By the Seven! They will never let a valiant king die cowardly on a sickbed!"

"Ned, my old friend!" He heavily patted Ned’s shoulder. "Prepare for a war!"

With that, Robert suddenly drew the longsword from the guard’s waist, took a sudden stride, and rushed furiously in front of Cersei, overturning this lofty Queen to the ground.

There was no difference from flipping over a sow.

His cold sword edge rested against Cersei’s neck.

"Tell me!"

Robert looked down from above, his eyes filled with a ferocious light ready to devour people. "Joffrey... whose spawn is he in the end?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was stunned.

The king questioned the Queen on the spot: whose spawn was his eldest son in the end?

Not good!

This is aimed straight at them!!

Ned was even more shocked. His face, which was always like a stubborn stone, opened its mouth wide for the first time in history, unable to close it.

What on earth happened?

Compared to Ned, the one who was even more terrified was Cersei; all the color drained from her beautiful face at this moment.

Impossible!

How did Robert know?

This was her deepest hidden secret. Indeed, the three sons under her knees were not born with Robert, but were conceived with her own younger brother Jaime; not a single one was Robert’s spawn.

Robert only deserved to die on a whore’s body.

The reaction she displayed in that instant had already told Robert the entire answer.

"Hahaha..." Robert let out a miserable laugh. "You poisonous woman... You damned stinking bitch, you shameless beast! A bitch like you..."

"A bitch like you, how do you deserve to give birth to such an obedient daughter like Myrcella!"

"Damned bitch!"

Robert hesitated no longer; he thrust the longsword in his hand forward, fiercely piercing through Cersei’s chest.

This Queen who had shone brilliantly on the stage of Game of Thrones actually went offline so hastily at this moment.

She looked at the longsword in her chest in disbelief and slowly fell down.

Ned was even more dumbfounded!

He was still struggling back and forth between the two matters of Robert’s resurrection and Joffrey not being biological, and yet Robert had already killed Cersei.

The sky has fallen!

Amidst the crowd, Jaime arrived later, and as soon as he reached this place, he happened to see Robert kill his own biological sister. He went red-hot in a second, drew his sword, and charged frantically toward Robert.

"Cersei!!!"

"Protect the King!"

"All of you! Take down this traitor!" Robert let out an angry roar.

Ned reacted, immediately drew his longsword, and met that enraged kingslayer.

The surrounding goldcloaks were also thrown into chaos.

Jaime truly lived up to being a swordsman famous throughout the Seven Kingdoms; he successively defeated several guards who pounced forward, charged fiercely all the way, and arrived in front of Robert almost instantly.

But with Ned and Robert joining forces to besiege him, he ultimately found it hard to stand alone.

Robert panted heavily, yet grew more valiant with every fight. He could miss you a hundred times, with Ned maneuvering by the side, but if Robert stabbed him just once, Jaime would have to swallow his hatred on the spot.

The two of them only used a few dozen rounds to sever Jaime’s wrist.

"Ah!"

Jaime let out a miserable scream, and his longsword fell to the ground.

Yet Robert did not deliver a fatal blow.

"Lock this kingslayer up for me!" He panted heavily and ordered. "Transmit my decree, ordering the Warden of the West, Tywin, to immediately come to King’s Landing to discuss matters. I intend to appoint him before the hall as the Hand of the King!"

Immediately afterward, Robert turned his head and looked at Ned, his expression solemn as never before.

"My friend!"

He said in a deep voice. "Prepare for a war! A king’s dignity brooks no slight."

"I have the will of the gods!"

"This war is bound to be won!"

Having said that, Robert scanned the surrounding circle.

Among these people, quite a few were informants of House Lannister. His gaze finally landed on Ned.

The moment their eyes met, Ned already understood tacitly.

Not a single person of House Lannister shall be left; bury them all right on the spot!

Ned gave the order on the spot to seal off the scene and not allow anyone to enter or exit.

Matters having reached this point, everything happened too fast, and there was no longer any room for mitigation!

Even Ned didn’t know how to persuade Robert.

The Hound licked his lips. Ned said, "Where is the Mountain?"

The Hound said in a muffled voice, "Not clear!"

"You should be clear. Take men and kill him, and I will handle those of House Lannister!"

Ned stared at him.

...

Hillel crossed his arms and stood high in the sky; no one could see him.

Yet he took in everything that happened in the entire scene.

"A bit interesting. For Robert to be able to become king, he really is no good-for-nothing bag of wine and rice!"

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