Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 695: Worry In Heaven

It had been a month since the Dragon Empress was kidnapped by the lions.

All their plans for the Annihilation of the lion race using the reversed Conquering Essence had to be dropped as fast as possible.

A series of shocking developments ensued, shaking the internal world of the Destruction Dragons.

First, they knew that Empress Elizabeth was still alive.

At least, they could sense that her existence was still in effect, albeit very weakly.

They cut a barge into heaven. Indeed, they could. But this was the moment when many powerful and pragmatic dragon officials understood that they could not just destroy their way through this problem.

Elizabeth was in enemy hands and she could very much die if they did something.

Assuming they went ahead and invaded Leonine Heaven, the All-King could just kill Elizabeth before they got to her.

Additionally, the Creation Dragons have seized the opportunity to launch a series of unexpected offensives against the Empire of Destruction.

Emperor Zain was still recuperating but his generals had taken the opportunity. With the capture of Elizabeth and her being cut off from the rest of her race, something bad had happened.

The Destruction Dragons had lost access to their Dragon Breath techniques.

The Dragon Breath technique was the main factor that boosted the military might of the Dragon Race. It was something that they normally wouldn’t go to war with unless they had it.

The only thing that they would be able to settle for in place of their Dragon Breath was their own makeshift techniques. It wasn’t like the dragons couldn’t create similar techniques for themselves.

But a crucial ingredient would be missing.

Destruction Essence.

Destruction Essence was what made the Dragon Breath so powerful. It was what made it easy for them to clear out all enemies in their midst.

Without it, the whole civilization was significantly weaker.

The newly hatched destruction dragons were born into a world where they and their parents were constantly on the run these days. Their wormy cousins dived down from the sky, their ears causing the skies to turn a deeper shade of silver.

One dragon official after the other was killed off and the destruction dragons were starting to be pushed away from the west side of the Draconic Heaven coverage.

Not only were they panicking because of the disappearance of their Empress, but they were being suppressed from all sides.

As for the current internal politics, it was equally rubbish at the moment.

The dragon officials had split into two factions overnight. One faction prioritized getting the Empress back before anything else was done.

In their eyes, the war could wait, the battles could wait, the feeling of victory could wait. Hell, they could even just abandon all those things as long as they got their Empress.

The other faction was the Regent Supporters who wanted to follow Ibadon’s way and continue their plan. They wanted to eliminate the lions once and for all.

In their eyes, the dragon Empress was already dead, and if she wasn’t, she would soon be. Why cry over spilled milk?

Instead, they were more worried about their strongholds and the battle with the Creation Dragons

With the loss of the Dragon Empress who was a key figure of this war, many things stopped making sense.

But if they could let go of their losses, and follow Ibadon they would eventually win.

President Musty was producing reversed Conquering Essence, but there was no way to use it and he couldn’t even give it to his own horses as it would just kill them.

Speaking of horses, President Musty had been placed under house arrest in the Imperial Crystal Palace and was guarded every second by Ibadon’s loyal dragon officials.

The horses had naturally tried to protest, but how could they? A simple demonstration of what the little reversed Conquering Essence could do had kept them silent.

The horses were in dismay. Not only had President Musty doomed them, but he had given his captors the rope that they used to hang him.

It made many of them wonder why they were even stressing to get him back. The horses had come so long after escaping their fate that they were developing in a good way.

Why did President Musty have to throw it all away?

But even as many were wondering about the use of President Musty to the whole Horse Federation, some were still willing to fight for him.

Like his four vice presidents who were also his wives.

Currently, they were in a meeting in the throne hall of the imperial palace.

Ibadon was sitting on a crystal throne, his eyes scanning the figures present with him here.

The hall was dim and there was a total absence of dragon guards now.

Those dragon guards that had guarded the throne gate and patrolled the premises only did so because of Elizabeth.

But with Regent Ibadon taking the leadership position and becoming the central authority, the dragon guards had become useless.

If the dragon guards were here, they wouldn’t be protecting Ibadon, Ibadon would be the one protecting them.

Most of them had been sent out to protect their strongholds, where their battle prowess could be put to better use.

Under the dim lighting of the throne hall, Ibadon’s eyes glowed a chilling blue. It was no longer red that signified his casual nature.

The blue represented his cold and analytical side.

Ibadon had employed this side of him because he knew he could not afford to allow emotions get in the way of his goal.

He was in his humanoid form, leaning forward at the edge of the crystal throne. His elbows were resting on his knees and his hands were clasped over his mouth.

With his hair styled to give him a darker look, his glowing blue eyes became very striking and intimidating.

Ibadon was thinking.

And as one would guess, he was thinking of making some hard decisions. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Only that, for him, they weren’t that hard, just annoying.

While Ibadon sat on the throne, other figures stood respectfully in front of him.

There were ten dragon officials here, all of them tall and mighty, their bodies brimming with power.

Imperial Guard Voldemort was among them and his expression was very grim.

His slit green and black eyes looked at Ibadon, constantly glaring and looking away from those blue eyes as he thought of the worst-case scenario.

He had regrets.

Despite his chimera powers which had been honed to protect the empress long before she was born, he had failed.

Voldemort had been trained by Ibadon, more as a soldier and less like a disciple. During his training, Voldemort had been told by Ibadon that he possessed the same power type as Sakan, Ibadon’s father.

Sakane had been a chimera dragon with exactly the same powers as Voldemort. Fire and Vegetation, an unlikely mix. Hence, the toxic green scales.

Voldemort had always prided himself on this and believed that it was the reason why Ibadon trusted him so much

He had even thought that his power type meant that he was destined to be the Empress’s shield, protecting her from all the dangers the universe would send her way.

Alas, he had failed.

Imperial Guard Voldemort was torn, not because he had any special feelings for Elizabeth, but because he had failed his duty.

If he didn’t have an Empress to protect, what was the purpose of his existence? Whybwashe still alive?

These were genuine questions that had surfaced in his mind. He was forgetting who actually held the reins of power.

The only reason he even had a purpose was that Ibadon gave it to him and Ibadon was just using him for his own agenda.

The next set of figures in the throne hall were the four wives of President Musty, the four vice presidents.

One of them had an incredibly cold expression and the others looked very worried.

The one standing in the front had red fiery hair and calm eyes that didn’t match her whole vibe at all.

They were all here hoping that they could reason with Ibadon.

The last set of people here were two from the ancient feline family.

Chen and Seth.

They stood together.

Chen was large. Although not as muscular as actual muscle units in the tiger race, Chen was still very much large and easily powered over Seth.

Chen had his hands folded, his chaotic eyes scanning the room and his aura leaking out slightly.

He was just coming from a battle he had with some of the vassals of the lions. Naturally, he won, and his blood was still pumping hard from that fight.

Compared to him, Seth was relatively calm, looking as if all this did not concern him.

In truth, Seth was already thinking of how to salvage this moment. He could already see that the destruction dragons may not be that useful anymore.

Ibadon might be useful but his goal was different from Seth’s.

’Perhaps I’ll have to mobilize more help from other felines...’ Seth thought to himself.

All the figures here had different opinions on what had to be done at this moment.

And for Ibadon, the entity driven by the desire for the lion’s extinction, didn’t care about what was right or what was wrong anymore. He only cared about what had to be done.

"We shall..." Ibadon began with a cold determined voice.