Multiverse Conquest: Rise of the Saiyan Empire

Chapter 88: Killua Zoldyck

But this wasn't the end.

The Four Dukes saw the bolts they just obliterated transform into Dragons and immediately bind them!!

On top of the propelled Aeleis appeared the Monster of the Zoldyck Family, as he used his feet to violently stomped on her!

With such might that the two dug a hole on the ground!! But the one who was enraged was actually Killua!

"Talking about slaying my Emperor, in front of me."

Blood-lust oozing from his blue piercing eyes!

"SUCH GAL!!"

His face contained deep disdain in it!

"With this much strength you are not even strong enough to quench his boredom!"

He then smirked mockingly as the two finally stopped digging deeper!

"Even if my Emperor shrugs it off! I will never allow it!!"

He stomped violently on her back!

"Know your place! Trash!!"

His feet was stopped in it's tracks.

He then heard a mocking laugh:

"Is that all?!"

"Did you only come her to vent?"

"Or were you thinking this could actually hurt me?"

He immediately dodged as a white slash flew away, by the tip of his nose, splitting the sky in half!!

Killua flew up a solemn face on.

'She is not the First Knight for nothing.'

'It seems to kill her. I at least need to go Super Saiyan.'

His white hair had a slight shade of Yellow but before it could transform it disappeared:

'Nah...Forget it.'

'I wouldn't want to deprive Altair of that Pleasure~'

She reappeared in front of him, completely unharmed, she narrowed her eyes:

"Zoldyck Family, I suppose?"

He made a grandiloquent pose as he said:

"The coolest and most handsome member of the Family. Behold!"

He cried with all his lungs!

" Killua Zoldyck himself!"

He then looked at the bonded people a mocking grin on his face, more annoying than ever:

"My DearLook at you."

"The Four Great Saints venerated as powerhouses among powerhouses."

He posed theatrically his hand on his jaw as if flabbergasted by what happened:

"YetHere you areFooled by one of my teenage days pranks."

He then posed on hand on his mouth, and the other on his chest, completely exaggerating his movement as if he were playing in a drama!

"Or maybe"

"Oh my! Did you really think I sent this attack targeting Yasrib?"

"Nooo way!! You folks are so great!"

He nodded as if realization dawned on him:

"There must be a profound meaning behind your situation! Obviously!"

"Forgive me! I am still a little inexperienced. I tend to jump to conclusions to quickly."

"One of my only flaws really"

He then titled his head in desolation.

"How ShamefulHow Shameful indeed."

"I pity the country and continent you protect."

Aeleis ,silent rage in her eyes, attacked him at full power!

Yet, even if Killua in this state wasn't nearly as strong as her. In speed he was unmatched.

So he kept dodging her attacks like a breeze in the wind:

"What?"

" Did I somehow press a button?"

The four enraged beasts immediately liberated themselves from their shackles. Going in their blinding rage for blood!!

They didn't care anymore who this person is!

He just needed to die here and now!

As he saw the powerful strikes coming his way.

Strikes he wouldn't be able to tank even in Super Saiyan!!

He laughed.

Even if they are strong so what?

Killua spent two years trying to resist the killing assaults of the Legendary Super Saiyan!

Would he be afraid of that level of power gap?

He first addressed Aeleis, a teasing smile on his face.

Reminiscing about the immense anger on Altair:

"I wouldn't want to be in your place. That's for sure~"

He left as he dodged her strike again. As he saw a woman with a profound spear technique trying to corner his escapes:

"Monica Le'Overallines, 56th Lance Saint."

He then turned into lightening dispersing into the air before a Star Splitting Axe could land on him.

"Ezequiel Avaricia, 65th Axe Saint."

Before he reappeared behind a rather calm and composed man, with a sword attached to his belt. Intrigued Killua asked:

"Is the Party too loud for you?"

"Don't you want to play too? Or did I go too far and hurt your Big Boy's Ego?"

The men smiled:

"What's the point?"

"The moment you feel any one of us is getting serious you will flee like a frightened Rabbit."

He sighed as he disappeared:

"Good insight. Sword Saint."

Before appearing in front of the Strongest of all.

"Leandro Aveiredes, 11th Martial Saint."

"You don't seem very happy with me, do you?"

He narrowed his eyes as he clenched his fists.

"I will only ask this question once. Where do you come from?"

He laughed:

"Why so tense? You will find out sooner or later~"

He furrowed his brows, as he retracted his fist.

Feeling the mighty strike incoming, Killua flew in the air, thunder resonating with his body, as he started flickering between a human shape and thunderous shape, he left those last words:

"Four Dukes, wash your neck properly."

He smirked:

"Aeleis is maybe someone else's target. But you are different..."

"Wash your neck properly..."

He had provocative grin!

"The Zoldyck Family is coming for it!"

He left as he came after a Thunderous Sound.

The members of the Three Great Forces all felt like they knowledge was turned upside down.

At the Free Federation!

As the scene of the young man throwing that terror of a First Knight like she was garbage, was still hot in their mind!

The man just barged into Yasrib, faced the Four Dukes and the First Knight and still walked out, like it was nothing!

The Woman spoke:

"The Zoldyck Family, sigh...Even the First Knight had some dread in her voice as she mentioned them."

A Terrified voice came after that:

"What the hell? Who is this Family?!! We need to begin investigation right here, right now! We might be the next on their list!!"

Another person a little arrogant spoke:

"Let's not get too riled up.He didn't inflict any substantial damage on any of them. He is quick but he seemed to lack attack power"

The Chairman narrowed his eyes:

"Are you stupid? Did you already forget, the destruction of the Nadria Empire."

"This man wasn't even trying. He was barely there to make fun of them."

The Woman agreed:

"He doesn't maybe posses as much attack potency as the First Sentence, but that doesn't mean he can't fight her, even defeat her."

" In term of talent he may even be above her."

"This is already enough to make him a walking International Disaster."

Klatos Union. The Elders were in the same tense state. Nobody could even have the leeway to relish in the misery of the Saharos Empire.

The black-haired woman, sighed as she announced, like a fact:

"My ChildrenEven I, can't do anything against the advance of fate."

"The countdown started today."

"The Curtains are about to be lifted on the Darkest time in the History of the Continent."

Atleasian Empire.

When Killua reappeared by the side of his Emperor, he noticed that the meeting was over. He looked again, only to find his Mentor's complicated and longing face.

He smiled at Killua.

"You made me proud."

"They will think twice before pulling something like that again."

There was deep pride into it, like a Father praising his son.

A Second Father, that's how Killua and Karuto viewed the Emperor.

A more loving, and more caring yet powerful father figure.

And like all kids, he knew when his parent was upset.

And he knew why:

"It seems she reacted as badly as I though."

Shahrazad sighed:

"She is leaving. Probably to come up with her next move."

Marek smiled, sadness in his eyes, his heart constricted:

"That's two of my sisters, not by my side."

He made a big pause. Making all his servant's hearts bleed. He then continued more cheerfully:

"But I am sure she will back one day."

"Be it with a knife or a flower! Hahaha!"

He laughed lightly brushing it off as if it was nothing. Yet those close to the Emperor, especially Roygun and Shahrazad knew how torn he was inside. He addressed Killua:

"I want someone of the Brotherhood on her protection, at all times."

He sighed:

"She is desperate. And desperate people are reckless."

Killua nodded before disappearing.

Slowly all his Empresses, and subordinates disappeared after a few words, leaving him alone in his bitterness.

Only Lelouch, his closest confident was still by his side. Lelouch had a calm and composed face, as he waited for his Emperor to speak.

He looked at the sky, sighing like he was emptying his heavy heart:

"Elder Sister Kosem....If you were in my shoes what would you have done?"

Lelouch smiled, noticing the longing his Emperor had for his Elder Sister:

"I believe you have made the right choice, your Majesty."

"Sometimes people need to get away from each other, to better understand their own self."

He continued, a sad nostalgic face on:

"I've been in her place before."

"Hating my Family...Treating them like the Scourge of the World."

"So consumed by hatred that I have gradually lost anything that mattered to me."

The First Vizir looked out in the window as he narrowed his eyes:

"Only love can mend hatred. And only by realizing what si truly precious do people grow."

"At the end of my road...I was convinced that the Zero Requiem was the answer to my journey."

He smiled powerlessly:

"But when I saw the possibility you gave me. That I could get back everything."

"All the fighting, the glory, the wars and the mind games seemed suddenly meaningless, even World Peace couldn't hold a candle."

His eyes were somber, his powerless smile only growing bigger:

"I have found out how fragile and weak I actually am."

"In front of Nunaly, Shirley, Kallen and Rolo, in front of redemption, in front of the everyday bliss I am feeling right now...."

He shuckled:

"What was the meaning of my time as Zero, of my fight against Britannia, of my quest of revenge against Charles?"

"The love of Nunaly, Shirley, Kallen and the others was what saved me."

His tone became more ominous:

"Only by losing this possibility, that of truly being happy..."

He had a pained gaze, like he was reflecting on his past self:

"When I lost that..."

"Only then people become irredeemable, self-destructive and able to provoke the worst atrocities."

He smiled to his Emperor an admirative gaze on:

"It may be selfish. But I believe that if you continue to provide a home for her to return too, like Nunaly did for me."

He had deep wisdom and understanding in his purple eyes as he continued:

"She will never be truly desperate, and will never be truly irredeemable."

Marek sighed, a mix of gratitude and worry in his eyes:

"I hope you are right, my friend."