Free Web NovelChapter 62: 62: Viltrumite Outpost Battle
All is ours.
~ Viltrumite Empire
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"Poor Homelander, being played in the palm of someone’s hand."
Hillel stood at an altitude of five thousand meters, still taking in everything happening in the room.
It was impossible for him to miss the good show of watching Homelander get humbled.
In the early stages, Homelander still had a chance to change, not ending up like in the later stages, having his skull cracked open by Butcher with a crowbar.
A pathetic, tragic way to die.
Now, when Butcher finds Homelander, he will discover his wife and enemy living happily together, raising a supe child!
Ufff!
That’s some serious cuckoldry!!
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Time flew by.
In short, this month was very fulfilling.
Unfortunately, there were still too few opportunities for deep and shallow communication with Maeve.
The Queen often howled at the moon.
The experience she brought was completely different from Annie January’s.
After all, the Queen had a warrior build, with durability far greater than Annie’s. She was muscular, with a big, juicy ass and a sharp V-waist and sexy abs. She was the Wonder Woman of this world.
An extra-durable body meant extra fun.
Annie was a sweet girl as well as a sexy blonde babe. They both had their own charm. He liked to see the sweet Annie’s lewd face and wild side, and the badass Maeve’s wimpers under him, as well as her flustered side.
The thirtieth day.
Nighttime.
Hillel stood alone on the roof of Vought Tower.
The system panel lit up.
[Viltrumite Outpost Battle Countdown: 00:00:59...] fгeewebnovёl.com
[Teleportation about to begin]
[Note: During teleportation, the main world time will remain completely frozen until the host returns]
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Hillel looked down at himself and covered his body with the Viltrum battle robe.
With a white base, crimson patterns spread along his torso, like lava flowing over a glacier.
In the center of his chest, a red "V" emblem, with sharp lines and glowing edges—he was the true orthodox V-generation!
He stretched his neck, his bones making cracking sounds.
[Teleportation countdown: 10...9...8...]
He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body.
[4...3...2...1——]
[Teleportation started]
...
His vision twisted.
Unlike the feeling of entering light-speed jumps, the entire space before his eyes was folded, torn, and reorganized, as if an invisible giant hand had picked him up from Earth and thrown him to the other end of the universe.
When his vision cleared...
Hillel found himself standing on the surface of a strange planet.
The first feeling was: Heavy!
This planet was much larger than Earth, and correspondingly, the gravity was at least four times that of Earth.
For an ordinary person, four times the gravity would make it impossible to even stand.
But for Hillel, it was only slightly heavier.
He gazed intently. Under his feet was dark purple rock, the cracked surface extending to the end of his vision, with dark green lava surging in the fissures.
The color of the sky was like Namek, presenting a dark green, thick like a layer of solidified venom.
The air was filled with the mixed smell of sulfur and metal, and the temperature was extremely high. The surface temperature alone was at least over three hundred degrees.
Three suns hung in different positions, crimson, dark orange, and a pale white one, casting overlapping shadows on the ground.
"Damn it, where did you send me? Can I get a GTA map? Is this even the Milky Way?"
Hillel cursed loudly.
If it weren’t for the Viltrumite Bloodline, any supe coming to this planet would be instantly roasted into charcoal.
Even someone of Homelander’s level could not survive here for long.
In the distance, a huge spire stood on the horizon, over three thousand meters high. The tower body was made of some black mineral, the surface covered with runes that Hillel could not understand.
And around the spire.
Bugs.
Densely packed, they were everywhere.
It was a type of green crustacean alien creature, ranging in size from human-sized to over a dozen stories tall, crawling and wriggling on the ground, emitting infrasonic hisses.
As for the number... as everyone knows, the Zerg’s reproductive ability is No. 1 in the universe.
They did not attack Hillel.
Instead, they crawled in the same direction, bowing together, as pious as if on a pilgrimage.
The top of the supreme spire.
A person stood there.
A... man!
He hovered at the top of the spire, arms crossed over his chest, overlooking the entire planet.
This man’s physique was more robust than any superhero Hillel had ever seen. His muscle lines looked like they were carved from granite. His skin was a deep bronze color, covered in old scars.
Scars are a warrior’s glory.
But the person opposite looked fierce as hell!
That suit.. Familiar! Too familiar!
The more Hillel looked, the more familiar it became. The man had short gray-white hair, a face so resolute it was almost cruel, and a jawline that looked like it was chiseled by a knife and axe.
He was wearing a gray-white battle robe. The style was quite similar to the one on Hillel.
However, the opponent’s was simpler and more rugged.
The rune mark on his chest—three stripes!
The symbol of the Viltrumite Empire.
It’s over!!
Hillel cried out that it was bad.
Damn it, can’t you just let me fight Black Widow? Give me a better ranking match!!
What kind of heaven-defying matchmaking mechanism is this?
Just as Hillel was thinking about whether it was too late to leave, he saw that Viltrumite warrior staring straight at him.
Not cool, bro!
Cheating?
The man slowly descended from the top of the spire, each step as if he were walking on air.
Full of style.
The Zerg creatures crawled even more humbly as he passed. Some smaller ones were directly crushed by his footsteps, splashing green body fluids everywhere.
That’s the stuff!
That’s really the stuff!
One look and you could tell it was a pure Viltrumite Bloodline.
He landed in front of Hillel, less than twenty meters away. The two stared at each other across the distance.
"Viltrumite Bloodline?" the man asked with a question, his voice deep and rough.
"And strong."
He tilted his head, his amber eyes looking Hillel up and down.
"Who are you? I haven’t received any notice about reinforcements. This planet has been my territory for three hundred years, and no clansman has ever set foot here."
Hillel sized him up, and the system popped up a prompt.
The Viltrumite in front of him possessed weak-meteorite-level strength, with reaction and movement speeds infinitely close to the speed of light.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Nolan’s level.
Omni-Man’s defense was at least planet-level.
Even so, Hillel felt the pressure doubling. The aura on the opponent was a killing intent that could only be forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"I am..."
"Soldier!"
Before Hillel could finish, the man rudely interrupted him, his tone turning cold suddenly.
"Answer my question. Who sent you? What is your purpose?"
He took a step forward, and the rock under his feet shattered directly, stepping out a pit with a diameter of over ten meters. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
The man’s gaze fell on the emblem on his chest.
The runes were strikingly different.
The rune on Hillel’s battle robe was a "V".
While the symbol of the Viltrumite Empire was three stripes.
The man’s expression changed from indifferent to shocked and incredulous.
"Heretic!!!"
The man roared.
The entire planet’s crust was resonating.
The ground beneath their feet, with Hillel as the center, radiated spider-web-like cracks outward, extending for dozens of kilometers.
A million Zerg creatures were frightened by this roar, fleeing in all directions, trampling on each other, with corpses strewn everywhere.
"I! Matt Grael! Viltrumite Empire 7th Expeditionary Army, Outpost Garrison Soldier!"
"Three hundred years! I have guarded this planet for the Empire for three hundred years!!"
"And you traitors who have abandoned the pride of the Empire, you fallen heretics, dare to step into my territory!!!"
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