Oliver slapped his thigh excitedly.
"Ha ha, so that means we're going to raid his nest next and face that Regent head-on?"
"You deal with the others. I'll take Thragg in a one-on-one fight!"
The entire war room fell silent the moment he said that.
Everyone looked at Oliver, who was rubbing his fists eagerly. Did he even hear what he was saying?
If he fought Thragg, wouldn't Thragg punch the shit right out of him?
"Oliver, stop fooling around. You have to stay by my side."
Mark frowned deeply as he warned his young, hot-blooded brother, who had no sense of the situation.
He knew his brother Oliver too well. He feared nothing, was desperate to prove himself, and lacked respect for the strong.
If he kept messing around like this, he might get himself killed someday.
Nolan let out a heavy sigh. He slowly walked up to Oliver and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Oliver, this isn't a game."
"You don't understand Thragg's strength. The fact that he ruled Viltrumite for so long says everything about how powerful he is. Challenging him recklessly is suicide. Leave this matter to your uncle."
Nolan's tone was stern. He had witnessed Thragg's strength firsthand.
Even if the three of them—father and sons—were tied together, they still would not be a match for Thragg.
"Fine." Oliver replied dejectedly.
Sparta withdrew his gaze from Oliver and said to everyone else,
"So I'll hold Thragg off by myself, while the rest of you clear out Viltrumite's remaining forces."
Everyone knew how strong Sparta was, but facing Regent Thragg still made them break out in cold sweat.
Yet no one objected. It was not only because they trusted Sparta's strength, but because it was the best choice in the current brutal situation.
Battle