Multiverse Conquest: Rise of the Saiyan Empire - Chapter 218: Arrogance

On the Rebellious States

Attacks after attacks were unleashed in endless fury!

Like the descent of the End of Existence!!

A Rain of Acid of Fire began to form on the Clouds!

Winds of the end and Fogs of Poisons grew rampant in the world!!

Lightening soared in the sky, roaring to existence, like an endless tribulation!

The scenery completely disappeared and the vassal countries at the border of the Rebellious States were completely razed from existence!!

But even though all these attacks were unleashed at once! Even though they were unleashed continuously!!

A sonorous laugh resounded through the apocalyptic battlefield, as weak branches flailed in the air…

Burned, corroded, poisoned, thundered, spoilt and cut….

The Primordial Tree who stood tall, so tall one couldn’t see the end of it…was now only a giant plaque of wood carved with traces of destruction and desolation.

The Humanoid Tree wobbled here and there….

In it’s upper part, two Giant Sword lights pierced it’s upper trunk.

On it’s back, a massive thunderbolt, was breaking it apart!!

On it’s leaves corrosion have already turned the already yellow leaves unto a purple darkish color.

Purple Green Poisoned blood flood the whole being…

Yet…

Only a laughter and happiness could be heard!

“HA”

“HA”

“H-”

However, in the middle of it’s laugher the old man inside the tree vomited the inside of his stomach…

Yet, he stood up again…

Under the wide eyes of everyone present…

This wasn’t the first time…

That they thought that they killed this obstinate bastard….

The Leader’s faces all became ugly…

Aeleis in particular, had deep anger as she screamed her attacks!!

There was only 30 seconds left!

And they still couldn’t wound one person on this tribe!

She also felt a savage destructive aura approaching with blinding speed in her position.

By the time…Aeleis knew, as she girthed her teeth:

‘We are not going to make it…’

‘He will outlast us.’

Her eyes shone with somber luster, her fists clenched in anger:

‘He…’

As she looked at the falling tree, sword energy destroying it’s organs:

‘…has won…’

Monica, Santos all had the same expressions of disbelief and anger. After so much planning…So much scheming…

They had the perfect opportunity to annihilate the tribes…And provoke the Anger of the Emperor.

If the Emperor resonates with the world when he appears, the other Fours of the Rebellion and the other Universal level Civilization would all gather to declare war on the Alteasian Empire. Now all of this is vain….

…They would have to fight this war on their own. And the reason of this was neither the powerhouses of the Atleasian Empire nor the smart Vizirs of their Supreme Council…

…But only a damn tree!!

Aeleis eyes were brimming with frustration:

‘One person!!’

‘Only one person! We didn’t even need to kill millions!! And I am sure he will make his move!!’

Indeed!!

If The Saharians killed one person, if even one soul was lost.

War would be inevitable and the Empire would be crippled.

Marek wouldn’t calm down no matter what everyone could possibly say. All the parties by the time knew it. This old man, standing here has won precious years of careful planning for the Atleasian Empire.

Aeleis spoke solemnly:

“Why get in the way of our Saharos Empire!!?”

“Why fight so much!!?”

“It’s only the remanent of a far-gone era!”

“All of you…”

She narrowed her eyes, as she looked at the tribes who were praying, thinking their demise has come.

Determined to remain and die for a cause that has been long gone!!

“Why do you cling so much, to something so vain?”

The Old Tree hearing this, laughed slowly:

“Far-gone Era…”

“HA HA HA HA”

“Little girl who is born yesterday…”

“How could you understand…”

The old man reappeared in the top of the tree, his whole body, bloodied, his verdant eyes didn’t follow his movement, indicating blindness.

His legs were torn in different angles.

The bones of his arms protruded.

“There is no such concept as Era for the Ultimate Imperium.”

“Time itself is only a negligible variable, in the face of the Imperium.”

He spoke in a rough weak voice:

“You are talented…”

“Sadly…You chose the side of demise.”

His blind eyes were directed at the sky:

“Little girl…”

“Let me tell you….I have lived for Billions of eons…”

“I have lived through the Eras and saw the rise and fall of worlds and universes.”

The words carried a timeless magnetism.

“But never once have I ever saw…Someone who didn’t regret opposing the Vega Dynasty.”

He laughed weakly:

“Let me give you advice…As the man who fought you in this war…”

“You can take it or leave it…”

“I guess it is because I always favored the talented.”

“And you, little one, are a talented…”

His words even in the borders of death….Didn’t contain, pain, hatred or regret. He spoke to those who wounded him, with a tone of clarity and indifference. Even a little pity…

“You…All of you, sprouting new dynasties of the last millions of years…”

” Be it the ones near here or the ones at the border of the Lower Primordial Realm.”

“…Are only tools…”

The Three widened their eyes, as anger appeared in their eyes.

What kind of humiliation was this?!

Because, his tone, was not a mocking one, it was simple and casual one. Like he was delivering simple information.

It made it seems like he, who was dying under their blade, pitied their condition.

“All the Lower Primordial Realm is only a cage, and you are it’s wardens…”

“It may seem farfetched for you that Universal Level Countries could be nurtured just for this kind of menial task…”

“….but that is indeed the truth…”

“You are wardens, but you are also prisoners at the same time…”

“And this cage…is made to imprison only one dynasty…”

Marek and his brothers had little smiles on…Madara had a bloodthirsty glint on his sharingan:

“Interesting…”

“You brought us to a really fun place, my brother.”

Izuna responded, with a tad of fighting spirit:

“A Cage, huh…”

“I wonder what is the scenery outside…”

“Hahahaha”

Marek nodded, a cruel smile on:

“No Matter, everyone who oppose my Atleasian Empire, shall perish…”

“Universal Empires or beyond that…”

“Everything shall submit to my Imperium.”

On the other side!

Aeleis face distorted:

“How arrogant! How conceited!”

“Just who do you think you-?!”

“Child, listen…”

The words of the dying man stopped her:

“You are talented, you also possess the Bloodline of High Gods…”

He coughed, blood multiple times, as Aeleis eyes widened in surprise:

“High Gods?”

Santos Riviera narrowed his eyes, as he sighed to the sky:

“I guess…it was time someone spoke of it…”

The Old Man continued speaking in a remote and desolate tone:

“But even Primordials who designated the very existence of Pantheons in the endless Omniverses and Realities…”

“Fled before the implacable advance of the Ancient Vega Monarchs…”

The Old man eyes held immense respect as he thought about the stories he heard from his Emperor.

“The Vega Dynasty is invincible.”

He sighed:

“You are talented and I don’t smell the blood of my people on your hands. Not yet.”

He addressed Aeleis once more:

“Curb your character and go kneel to the current Vega Emperor.”

“Beg for forgiveness and swear your life to the Imperium…”

“I could give you my Imperial Insignia…”

“Maybe the current Emperor could accept your bow..”

Marek eyes tightened for a moment, Madara smiled cheekily:

“What would you do…I wonder…”

“This girl defied you so vehemently.”

Marek sighed:

“If she chose to accept, as a token of respect to him. I would take her as my personal knight.”

The two eyes widened. The two already knew who the Emperor had in mind as his knight. He didn’t even suggest to grace her but even take her a personal knight.

This was only due to one word.

One word from that person.

It could be seen how much the Emperor respected the dying man…Nevertheless he titled his head in desolation, because…

…He already knew the answer.

Aeleis whose beautiful silver wandered for a moment in daze….Not because she was considered…But because she was baffled by the tone of the man himself.

Santos Riviera sighed deeply, it seems history will repeat itself:

“Those words…”

“This attitude…”

“It’s exactly because of this attitude…That the Four other Dynasties and the Saharos Rebelled…”

“Even when the Emperor of Vega Dynasty fell under Saharos and the other four…”

“As the battle that ruined the world unused…”

Monica also grabbed her spear, her eyes red with fury:

“When he was entrenched by those five swords…the five Damocles of the Rebellion.”

“It is said, In his eyes, only pity and indifference could be seen.”

“As if he was pitying those who dared rebel!”

Aeleis narrowed her eyes, as her beautiful face became fierce:

“You Vega Dynasty have always been conceited. As if the whole world revolves around your existence.”

“You rely on ancient glory to survive…and look down on everyone even when you are under the feet of your enemies.”

Her aura grew several folds in an instants…She was ready to use her most powerful attack at this moment even at the cost of her own health!!

“You are lunatics!”

Her aura grew as petals after another grew in the world!!

“Is your Vega Dynasty the only one worthy of existing?”

“Are the rest of us living and breathing, not worthy of your time?!”

Her aura grew, as the petals become angel wings!!

“Why is it you that only you should look down on the rest?!”

Some threads of her hair, started to turn golden…

Hearing her words, the old man laughed:

“Is the world revolving around us?”

“If you are still asking this question, even now…”

“Then forget it…Maybe it was indeed foolish of me to take pity on you.”

Aelaeis aura grew again!! As her power started to reach the Multi Solar Level!!

In her rage!! She already broke through her limits!!

The old man laughed in frenzy!!

“Silly child…”

His expression became fierce as his aura skyrocketed meeting her head on!!

“The World doesn’t revolve around us!!!”

The Giant Tree moved once again:

“Because…”

He used his most powerful attack!! As the body of the Tree withered!!

“THE WORLD IS US!!!”

She moved her sword swiftly to the side, as her hair moved gently, as if a wind was blowing on her face. Her expression was grim, but her eyes reflected ferocity:

“Good…”

“I shall end you now.”

The old man only smiled, and titled his head, as if in pity:

“Come if you want…or…do you real think I ever feared death?”

“Isn’t only a slumber in the endless Imperium?”

The old man on torn legs and scratched skin, stood up one last time, a lively laugh on…

Ajika sighed deeply as she looked up…

She tried to intervene, but she was stopped by the barrier. The Old Man didn’t want any of them to join in.

And for some reason…He even decided to stop trying opening up a way for them.

But even then, the trisbmen never stopped believing. Even if they died seeing the glory of their ancestor looking down on everything and everyone.

It would be a worthy death!!

The last clash illuminated the world!!

The Whole Continent shook, as cracks started appearing on the Tree!!

The Cracks continued to grow under the attack!!

The Cracks started eroding the whole trunk, with vehement speed…

The Shield also started disappearing, as cracks started to make it waver!!

The tribesmen all held their breath preparing for inevitable death.

The Light disappeared…

And only a rain of flowers descended on the world, as if to put an end to a glorious spectacle…

The Primordial Tree that stood up from the End of the Reign of Empress Hurem to the Beginning of the reign of Emperor Marek…

Finally met it’s end today…

Yet…

…The Three leaders who made this move…

…Didn’t look happy…

Their eyes solemn, and even a tad ugly as they looked ahead.

On top of the destroyed rampart of the barrier.

A bloodied old man fell powerlessly…He was on the ground…

He was a half foot in the grave , he was practically paralyzed, and he was blind…Yet he adorned a beautiful smile.

There was still fog because of the attack everywhere around him, yet it didn’t in anyway obstruct his senses. He spoke laughingly:

“I thought you would never make it in time.”

A prideful laugh responded to him:

“That was beautiful, old man…”

“I, Ren Pa, would love to share a drink with you, after this…”