There is no iron in the iron you use to iron shirts. Which is, ironically, both ironic and un-ironic.
~ Jeremy Irons
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Hillel immediately unleashed his full power.
With Thragg’s strength, he instantly fell far behind by a huge margin, but Hillel quickly realized a problem: after powering up, his strength surged drastically.
However, the subsequent weakness quickly left his entire body limp and powerless, as if his kidneys had been hollowed out.
"Damn!!! Can’t going all out extend my mana bar? Give me some good skills!!!"
Hillel cursed loudly.
But he had truly reached his limit.
Everything prior had consumed too much stamina; he had been heavily injured by Thragg countless times, and had recovered each time using healing abilities.
Before this, he had also healed tens of thousands of Viltrumites.
His remaining foundation could no longer hold out until his power-up finished.
Even if he dragged Thragg into a star, the opponent would be able to fly out within a minute.
Thragg broke free directly, escaping in a flustered manner toward the outside of the gravitational field, primarily to shake off Hillel’s demonic clutches.
"Hmph! That’s just about enough!"
Hillel carried his hands behind his back with an aura of supreme badassery, acting as if he had deliberately let Thragg go.
He panted slightly and floated opposite Thragg.
"Let the battle end here."
Thragg was full of vigilance, drenched in blood, and his condition was terrible to the extreme.
The opponent fought while recovering health, while he had purely relied on hard-tanking. Managing to not fall down until now made him a pure, hardcore tough guy!
"What kind of tricks are you trying to play anyway?"
"There are no particular tricks." Hillel shook his head. "I just want to tell you a truth. Believe it or not, the scourge virus has nothing to do with me."
Thragg sneered. "You think I’ll believe that?"
"Whether you believe it or not is your business." Hillel said indifferently. "I’ll only ask you one thing: across the entire Planet Viltrum, who understands our race best and could research the scourge virus targeting our genes?"
"And who else! Holds the most bone-deep hatred toward our race?"
"There are many people in the Universe who hate us, but no one could reach this extent. The only ones who can destroy us are ourselves!"
Thragg was slightly stunned.
He had been blinded by anger, especially by jealousy, and had pretended never to have thought in this direction.
In fact, after being beaten stupid by Hillel, he had passively remembered it.
It was unlikely that Hillel would do such a thing.
The opponent could completely initiate a challenge to knock him off that throne; there was no need to do something like this.
A king ruling over billions of Viltrumites and a king ruling over tens of thousands were two entirely different matters.
Thragg gritted his teeth and difficultly spat out a name:
"... Thaddeus!"
"That’s right. It seems only after beating you up did you finally gain some intelligence!"
Hillel nodded, feeling as though he had watched an evolutionary history of the Monkey to Human.
"It’s Thaddeus."
"He first assassinated Emperor Argus, and you, an idiot, actually took advantage of the momentum to instigate The Great Purge, making us kill each other."
"After the number of Viltrumites decreased by half, he then released the scourge virus!"
"The most elite compatriots remaining from The Great Purge were also completely exterminated!"
"You... is your head made of wax!"
Hillel looked at him with a trace of mockery in his eyes.
The more arrogant he was, the more Thragg could only fly into a powerless rage.
Filled with fury, at this moment only anger remained, and he dared not rashly initiate a challenge again.
"I was just being used!" Thragg refused to admit it.
"So you should roll down from the throne. My bloodline is a better match for that seat than yours!" Hillel stated bluntly.
"Bullshit!"
Thragg clenched his fists. "Are you a descendant of Emperor Argus? I am merely the Regent. Only the bloodline of Emperor Argus is worthy of ruling Planet Viltrum!"
Hillel was furious. "I am the son of House Grinberryall, the former royal family of the Spade Kingdom. Have you ever seen Black Clover?! Even my piss is more... (Sigh, never mind, I won’t say it)"
Thragg’s face turned alternating shades of green and white.
"You are not the emperor’s descendant! You have no qualification to inherit Planet Viltrum!"
"Tsk tsk, could it be that during The Great Purge, you have already forgotten the glory of Planet Viltrum? I defeated you, so you should move your big butt away. Emperors take turns ruling, and this year it’s my turn!"
Hillel pointed at Thragg, telling him to get lost down there quickly.
Thragg was rendered speechless by Hillel’s words.
"Impossible! You insulted Emperor Argus, you have no qualification..."
Hillel directly interrupted him. "An emperor is not just a title, just as Asgard has never been just a place. I don’t need your consent. Whether it’s Thaddeus or the scourge virus, clean up the mess of the Viltrum Empire yourself!"
Hillel turned around and clenched his fists.
"Power is power!"
Thragg was stunned. "You’re leaving?"
"Yes!" Hillel said firmly. "I will establish a brand new Viltrum Empire, and you guys... Hmph! .. You traitors, just guard that pitiful glory of the old king and continue to gasp your last breaths on that dying Planet!"
After speaking, Hillel no longer looked at him and directly entered warp.
When I recover my peak, I’ll come back and beat you to death!
Only Thragg was left standing in place, dumbfounded at the edge of that star.
...
When Hillel returned to the midst of his followers, he had changed into a brand-new battle armor.
That was no longer the three stripes of the Viltrumites.
Instead, it was a battle robe dominated by red and gray, with a bright red letter V prominently printed on the chest.
That was his own battle robe.
About sixty thousand Viltrumites looked at him in unison.
Belesa floated over, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"I won!"
Hillel’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces as he opened his arms, bathing in the radiance of the red star.
"My King!"
Belesa knelt on one knee in the void.
Cassandra, Mira, Iveta, Nolan and his son... took the lead in kneeling above the void, welcoming the arrival of the new king!
All the remaining Viltrumites knelt down.
"Today is different from the past. When Argus was emperor, he made you kneel, but I, Hillel, make you stand up!"
"Raise your heads!"
"You are not allowed to kneel!"
Hillel’s voice spread into everyone’s minds.
All the Viltrumites looked at each other in dismay.
Belesa and the other three women exchanged glances, all feeling shocked.
"Do my words not count?" Hillel punched toward the void, the strong wind blowing a meteorite into smithereens.
"Yes, My King!"
Everyone stood up one after another.
"I defeated Thragg, but I didn’t deal a fatal blow and instead spared his life. According to Planet Viltrum’s established procedures, the strong are king!"
"Yet Thragg refused!"
"He refused to let me ascend the throne simply because I am not Argus’s descendant!"
Hillel said indifferently.
Often, it is precisely this flat tone that makes the matters spoken of the most infuriating.
Belesa was the first to overheat, and then the other Viltrumites present.
"Traitor!" Belesa brought her five fingers together.
"My King, you should kill Thragg. Such a traitor does not deserve your great mercy!"
Nonsense, I actually wanted to kill him!
Who knew my skills would hold me back? Otherwise, I would have blown Thragg away in minutes.
Some Great Regent—even when leaving, I had to disgust him a bit.
"It doesn’t matter anymore! I am going to take you to a brand new place and build a brand new empire!"
"There, there will be no Thragg, no Thaddeus! No damn The Great Purge!"
"... You will bathe in the glory of the new Emperor!"
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