Harold was enraged as all the pent-up emotions and stress poured into the current fight, so one can imagine that with his rage, he gave each strike his all. He upper cut Conquest out of the trench and then rotated 360 degrees as he clenched his fingers and used them to strike at Conquest's knee, dislocating it in a sickening crunch.
This was possible due to the speed of his rotation and the momentum it carried in his hand alone. Without pause, he grabbed Conquest's skull and used his knee to drive it straight into his face, forcing the titan to collapse. Seeing this, he didn't waste any more seconds and plunged both his hands into Conquest's wound and stretched it wider, revealing his organs. With one swift move, he submerged his arm inside in search of his heart.
The constant attacks and onslaught had rendered Conquest unable to focus as everything was blurry, plus all this took place in 15 seconds, so there was no time to recover. At this moment, he felt a hand roam his insides in search of something. Feeling this, he wanted to grab this person by the head and squeeze as hard as possible, and that's exactly what he did. As the hand grabbed his heart, he used both hands to try to squeeze Harold's skull with all his remaining strength.
Harold could feel Conquest's large hands clamp on him, his skull slightly cracking as if 2 steel hydraulics were compressing, trying to destroy his skull, so he continued and ripped out his beating heart with brutal efficiency. It still pumped in his palm, and he crushed it a second later, feeling Conquest's grip loosen on his head.
Still, he could feel that his skull was slightly cracked, which wasnt good. Harold breathed heavily as he slumped onto the ground next to Conquest. His rage had now subsided, not that it helped, as being angry doesn't make one stronger; he just felt calmer now.
A realization washed over him. With the death of Conquest so early, he basically ruined the plot and Mark's character development in this timeline. Without Conquests' arrival, AtomEve wouldn't have realized her true powers so soon, and Mark wouldn't have grown stronger due to their battle. So, because of him, the plot is somewhat in shambles.
However, this didn't change much; the other events will still occur one way or another, so it hasn't really changed too much. Still, he felt good about this victory; that was one less monster who would rampage on earth seeking a thrill for battle while killing bystanders for no reason.
Not that he cared, people die all the time, it's just that he didn't condone it when it's senseless, maybe if it's to achieve a tangible goal, he will understand, but senseless murder is something he has always despised ever since he read the invincible comics.
Either way, he wasn't planning on being a goody 2 shoes person like Mark, or even following the goals of the empire. He planned to live a life of his choosing, and he'll do what's needed to achieve that, and if anyone stood in his way, they would meet a similar fate to the foe beside him right now.
For now, he could only rest; hopefully, no one would come to finish him off... hopefully
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Grand regent Thragg left the throne room after a long while, seeing the destruction and the mountains of bodies, he could only fly past with indifference, deeming those dead the plague in their society, so for those who died during this purge, it was a good thing, as they had rid their ranks of the weak.
He gathered his generals incluidng general kregg and ordered an end to the purge, with the message spreading across the empire, so the fighting stopped with billions dead while the remaining strong held themselves.
Harold was one of these individuals as he held onto a large piece of rock for support while covering his wound with a torn cloth. He breathed a heavy breath hearing the massege, he allowed himself to relax against the stone and pass out, knowing they would administer medical care to him once he was found.
And as he assumed, a small ship landed near him, surgeons rushed out and placed him on a floating stretcher, then retreated back into the small ship while tending to his wounds.
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"Your more impressive and stronger than we initially thought, you will serve the empire well in the future" Harold heard this voice as his eyes fluttered open.
The pain was gone from his injury as he felt the band aids wrapped around him, he tried to sit up but his muscles ached intensely, reminding him the great battle he just went through.
Looking at the source of the voice it was his general from the academy, he was surprised to see he was still alive, simply because when he analyzed him right now he was only a rank 3 threat.
'Maybe he was fortunate enough to encounter weaker Vultrumites. But this wasn't always the case...have I grown stronger?' Harold thought as originally his General was Rank 4 threat. Now all of a sudden he's Rank 3, so the only plausible explanation is that he's stronger than before now.
The more he thought about it the more he smiled even though it hurts his jaw, one of the best parts about being a Viltrumite is that fighting and battles aren't ultimately pointless like most other species when they fight.
Sure one can gain experience from combat, but his kinds DNA made it so he can kill 2 birds with one stone. Making it possible to earn strength increase and some experience while fighting dangerous opponents.
It was akin to constant evolution, like goku, whenever he fights stronger opponents he grows stronger, or Mark Grayson, he fought the toughest Viltrumites and now he's the strongest at the end of the comics. So although things were brutal and unpredictable, he did enjoy being reborn as Viltrumite because the potential to become great was very high.
So he could only smile and thank Conquest for finding him and choosing to dare fight him, he looked at his General saying, "Sir, how long have I been out"