INVINCIBLE

It is time for war.

- Help. - Better to stay hidden

and wait for him to recover.

You said you didn't love my other mom.

My real mom.

That she was a mistake.

Am I a mistake, too?

I'll always find my way back to you.

I'm gonna miss it here.

You were out almost two months.

Thaedus believes he has won this war.

That he and his allies are safe on his adopted planet.

Thragg's returning to Viltrum.

He's gonna regroup there.

If we strike Thragg now, before he's joined

by his remaining forces,

we may have a chance to end this war forever.

- -

This is the third act of sabotage

by the Relonian natives this week.

The species remains unusually defiant,

despite our clear demonstrations of Viltrumite superiority.

I recommend a planet-wide cull of the population

before they disrupt our mining operations any further.

They resist us because we are occupiers

and we are cruel.

If we restrain ourselves,

their labor will only aid in our goals.

Their labor is nothing without their fear and respect.

Decimation sets an example,

not only for them, but for the next misguided species.

Misguided?

Do Viltrumites not respect strength?

The courage to challenge one's oppressors?

They are nothing to us.

The fact that you believe otherwise makes me--

Regent Thragg.

Emperor Argall.

What is your counsel?

Thaedus, you say Viltrumites respect strength.

That is correct. We do.

But these creatures,

their strength is not true strength.

We must educate them not because of their defiance,

but because their weakness is an offense to the natural order of the universe.

You are young, Regent.

Perhaps you do not yet see the longer game--

Regent Thragg is correct.

Reduce the planet's population by 25%.

If they continue to resist,

eradicate them.

Emperor, I urge you to reconsider.

Do you?

Thaedus and I fought side by side at Capida Minor.

He was the strongest among our company,

the most ruthless.

Yet ever since he returned from his years in the Lay quadrant,

he speaks of mercy

and questions our ways.

It is troubling.

If you feel his weakness harms the empire,

take action.

Perhaps I am... mistaken.

Emperor Argall showed us our strength,

taught us our greatness,

gave us our destiny.

Because of him, all is ours.

All is ours.

The traitor has fled, but he will be found

and pay the price for his treason.

Be sure of that.

Even in death, Emperor Argall shows us

there is a sickness in our society,

poisoning us from within.

We will cut this cancer out.

You. Might you also betray us someday?

I will not, Grand Regent.

I do not believe you.

As our customs dictate,

I now assume the throne

as Grand Regent of Viltrum until one of Argall's

heirs can be found.

This is my first command.

Seek out the weakness that allowed this betrayal...

...and purge it from our midst.

Yes.

No.

It is done.

I will not repeat myself.

Yes, Grand Regent.

The blood that ran through our streets

has cleansed us.

For you, the strong,

your life is its own reward.

But our work is not yet done.

For even in death,

Argall still guides us.

We will follow his path

and take our place as the rightful rulers of the galaxy.

The universe itself will kneel.

As it was meant to be.

All is ours.

All is ours!

All is ours! All...

is ours!

I failed you, my emperor.

But I will not fail our people.

Not again.

All our intelligence agrees.

Thragg has retreated to Viltrum with no more than a few of his people.

The rest are on their way there,

but will not arrive for several days.

This is our chance,

a brief moment when the regent is vulnerable.

Um, Great Thaedus?

Don't get me wrong, I would love to kill Thragg

for, like, a million reasons. But won't that still leave us

with 40-something extra pissed-off Viltrumites out for revenge?

Since the assassination of Emperor Argall,

they have known no leader but Thragg.

His loss will leave them weak and directionless,

fighting amongst themselves as they did before.

It will not be easy,

but once Thragg is gone, the others will fall one by one.

Alone, Thragg could defeat any one of us.

But together, we have a chance to end this war forever.

The future of the galaxy

depends on us,

and we may not all return.

But it is worth any price

to show the Viltrum Empire, once and for all,

that even their strength does not make them...

We're on our way to fight this Thragg guy.

Um, it's just him,

plus two or three others,

versus eight of us, so... easy, right?

But apparently, he was specially trained from birth

to be the strongest Viltrumite ever.

Even my dad's freaking out about facing him.

Eve, I don't know.

This feels, uh...

this feels different.

And it's my last chance to record a message for you

just in case something happens,

and, um...

You know what?

You're never even gonna see this because

I love you and I'm coming back.

I cannot believe it. You, too?

I didn't say they were gross. I said I didn't want one.

Yeah, I know. No one does.

Hey, I'll eat anything.

My dad calls me the human garbage disposal.

I just never have much of an appetite when I'm nervous.

Also, those things have faces.

Your moo-cows have faces.

Okay, first, no one older than three calls them "moo-cows."

And second, they don't have faces when I eat them.

Why is everyone so nervous about fighting this Thragg guy?

No way he lives up to the hype.

You haven't seen the reports.

What do they say?

That he lives up to the hype.

We'll see.

You guys are all crazy.

You gotta eat something.

The Unopan is correct.

We must nourish ourselves before battle.

Later, we will feast on our enemies' entrails.

Or they on ours.

So this might be our last meal, huh?

Fantastic.

If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

Burger Mart drive-thru.

Boom. Triple triple. Yes.

Ooh, with loaded fries from the secret menu.

It's my thing with my dad.

Actually, if I really had to pick,

Paul's spaghetti. He's my mom's boyfriend.

He makes his own meatballs and everything.

Mm. The Brain Bowl at the Galactic Grill.

- - I am already eating it.

My final meal will be my own blood,

as I choke on it, breathing my last breath

after a legendary battle with a superior opponent.