He cleared his thoughts, as too much thinking would distract him from executing his goals. For now, he could consider his survival of utmost importance; luckily, he had a little something to help him achieve that.
VILTRUMITE STATUS SYSTEM
Name: [Harold]
Designation: Pureblood Viltrumite
Rank: [Warrior]
Age: [250]
Genetic Purity: [Pureblooded 100%]
CORE BIOLOGICAL PARAMETERS
Strength Index: 14.5 Quintillion Tons (Continental-Class)
Speed Index: FTL Capable
Durability: Near-Indestructible
Stamina: Functionally Limitless
Reaction Time: Sub-Light Reflexes
COMBAT METRICS
Combat Experience: [235 years]
Kill Count: [150,800]
Conquest Record: [12 Planets]
Fighting Style:
Adaptive Brutality
Aerial Supremacy
Close-Quarters Dominance
Efficiency Rating: [70%]
The system activated and showcased the stats that he worked hard to achieve. Seeing his hard work bear fruit, he couldn't help but feel satisfied with how far he had come. Still, there was something about the purge that frightened him, all the killing and bloodshed wouldn't be something he would forget anytime soon, not that he hadn't spilled blood, but this one felt different and more ominous.
There is still the possibility someone stronger than him can tear his skull from his neck while hes busy with other opponents. "Whatever happens, I've come to far to die now, no matter what, I will be the strongest". One might think he was retching too far, but with a positive mindset, anything is possible as a Viltrumite.
He sconsole blared with alerts, which woke him up, grabbing the terminal he read the instructions from his terminal.
[Harold, your teammates have been relocated elsewhere, so you're on your own, but I trust you will manage. Make Argall proud, young on.]
He pushed the panel aside and stood up, with everything in place and his mind at ease with the impending doom. The door automatically opened as he walked out of his quarters. He was heading straight towards the hangar.
After a short walk, the hangar doors opened, revealing the platoon under his command, 150 Viltrumite Auxiliaries. With folded arms he entered the infantry carrier along with the purple alien soldiers, every non essential personnal vacated the hanger as the hatch open revealing the vacuum of space. The small ship left the hangar and zoomed straight towards a planet.
Upon arriving the ship landed near a base of operations and the troops marched out while Harold levitated nearby. He scanned the livily planet with alien plant life and creatures. Currently he was the only Viltrumite on the planet, but this didn't deter him. Taking the initive he flew in a direction in search of the rebels.
"If only I could ditch this empire and find Angstrom Levy, then I can hop to different worlds of my choosing."
This plan was long since envisioned, he deemed it more enjoyable to travel to a different timeline if possible, he shook his head, then chuckled, "Can Angstrom possibly open a portal to Marvel or DC? Guess we'll find out". Flying further, his excitement grew; his goals were structured properly now that he was sure of what he wanted.
first he had to survive the purge, which was easier said than done. Second, he had to successfully leave the empire before the scourge virus appeared, and then finally, he had to find Angstrom on Earth.
As long as nothing interferes with his plans, like his death, he feels confident in achieving them, especially since he's not your average Viltrumite, but a rising powerhouse recognized by many generals and the emperor himself. Even with this recognition, he still hant met these figures; he only knows about his own general.
*BOOM*
With the explosion, he flew in that direction. He came across the rebels in a gunfight with a platoon outside of his command. With confrontations like this, he didn't bother helping the troops; he would only help if they were struggling severely.
So for now, he just watched with folded arms. His hair flowed, carried by the wind as laser shots were exchanged in the dust below. And from then on, this continued with various other missions for the next few months.
Till finally, the emperor was assassinated, and his plans could commence. The news came shocking the viltrumite people, many were emotionally afflicted which surprised Harold because he deemed them cold and heartless.
But it was understandable since the majority of the people here looked up to Argall who they lived and fought for, reinforcing his ideas and beliefs. Harold shook his face as Grand regent Thraggs coronation began after a lengthy speech.
Harold didn't pay attention to his words, he only held his fist to his chest in respect to customs but deep down he already planned on who to decapitate first and who to avoid.
Fortunately thats where his analysis ability from the system comes in, it will indicate one's threat level towards him in a fight. The levels were arranged like this.
Level 1: Bug
Level 2: Easy Elimination
Level 3: Problematic, not necessarily a threat
Level 4: Equal strength, still be very careful
Level 5: PStay away from this person
With this Classifications he felt more comfortable for what's to come as his chances of survival increased, so far he felt relieved as the major of those around him right now were mostly level 1 and 2, there were a few special level 3 but those individuals were only few and were scattered further from him.
But his main goal was to check for any level 4 or 5, so far there weren't any, but he didn't relax just yet. The grand regent made his final words as he wore the fur coat of the late Emperor. His words were law, as the whole population clenched their fists ready to pounce.
"–now remove purge the traitors from our midst, and eliminate the weakness in our society."
Without another word, Harold grabbed a random lady's head and ripped it out her spine, such things were easy to accomplish when you're strong like him. He then used her spine like a whip and targeted all the level 1 and 2 threats nearby.