When had Flaxans ever let their antennae droop? When they grew old, or when they died?
And why was Caspar silent? Was he really that light?
The moment he realized it, the old emperor abruptly stopped moving.
He did not want to look, yet a faint hope urged him to confirm it.
He could not resist that hope.
First, in the corner of his eye, he saw his son's withered antennae. Then came his faded skin, and then—
"Ah... Cas... I..."
The old emperor could no longer form words, because he had seen his beloved son's head.
After seeing Manli off, Leon privately messaged Neos:
[Viltrumite Honor Student: Neos, do you know how to cleanse a civilization? Preferably the kind that leaves them unable to resist for a very long time.] [Viltrumite Honor Student: I'll explain where I am and what happened.] [Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: I know a little about that.] [Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: Since it isn't your main world, do you have enough points? I want to go over there.]
Chapter 66: Not That Kind
Yellow Weasel wanted to come over?
Leon had not expected that.
He had only meant to say that he wanted to deal with Flaxan Planet, a place that had invaded Earth several times, in a more reliable manner.
Viltrum did have more permanent solutions.
He could push the planet away from its original orbit, and the resulting drastic climate change would be enough to wipe everyone out.
Or, more directly, he could smash the planet apart.
All of those options required careful consideration...
But unsurprisingly, Leon's stats were probably not yet at that level.
Especially when it came to blowing up a planet. For Viltrumites, whose offense generally far exceeded their defense,
his best