Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 696: They Shall Die With Me!

"We shall..." Ibadon began, his voice cold and pricking on the hearts of the listeners.

"Wait, Regent," Imperial Guard Voldemort stepped forward to interject, causing a side glance from the others who took a deep breath.

They had all been waiting for someone to interject first, they didn’t want to be the ones to break the ice. Thankfully, Imperial Guard Voldemort stepped forward and took the fall for everyone.

Ibadon glanced at Voldemort, his blue eyes showing a hint of annoyance.

"Regent, I’ve been receiving word that the lions are willing to trade our Empress for a worthy ransom.

I’ve been wondering why no one has talked about this?" Voldemort said.

Ibadon raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, and where have you been getting these rumors from?" Ibadon asked.

Instinctively, Voldemort wanted to open his mouth to respond but held himself back. What was he doing? He asked himself.

The rumors had been efficiently silenced for the past five days. The only reason why it was getting to Voldemort’s ears was that some scouts and messengers were loyal enough to report to him.

Ibadon didn’t want this news to be spreading, he had given precise orders concerning this.

Voldemort’s revelation that the rumors had somehow reached him made Ibadon realise that he was not being cruel enough.

"Hmm," Ibadon noticed Voldemort’s hesitation.

This was bad.

Every single microactivity occurring now was going to determine Ibadon’s next few decisions. Seth knew this.

And based on the micro and macro activities, Seth didn’t think any good thing was going to come in the future.

"Regent, what I’m trying to say is that the lions clearly wish to exchange our Empress for a ransom, why don’t we just give it to them so that we can get our Empress back?" Voldemort asked.

Ibadon removed his hands from his mouth and raised his head, flexing his shoulders. Instantly, the whole world seems to be thrown into a world of extreme gravity.

The crystal throne Ibadon was sitting on began to reveal cracks, unable to bear the weight.

The pressure came just as soon as it went, but Voldemort was already on the floor, his knees breaking apart the marble floor as he inhaled profusely.

"Who told you about these rumors?" Ibadon asked for the last time. He wasn’t going to mask again.

Seth narrowed his glowing white eyes. He could see what was to come. He shook his head in his mind, there was no saving them now.

This was the end.

He might as well start looking for other allies as soon as he leaves here.

"Some dragon scouts, Regent!" Voldemort spouted under the threat of actual termination.

Hearing this, Ibadon didn’t ask about it again.

Meanwhile, President Musty’s four wives were looking at Voldemort with cold expressions.

The one with fiery hair stepped forward, "Regent Ibadon, I implore you not to listen to the lion’s demands.

It is merely a trick for them to kill two birds with one stone."

Silence.

The dragon officials sneered at the fiery-haired wife of Musty.

Surely, she didn’t think everyone was stupid.

Actually, almost everyone in the hall had heard about the rumors of the lions asking for ransom even though Ibadon didn’t want anyone to know.

The horses knew.

They knew that the lions were not just asking for any random ransom. No, they were asking for President Musty.

So, this fiery-haired lady was just trying to treat them like fools.

They all knew that the only reason she disagreed with the ransom was to protect her husband.

Her husband was a priority here.

But there was a bit of logic in what she was saying. If the lions got President Musty, who was to say they would honour their end of the bargain and give Elizabeth back?

The lions had that kind of reputation, it was not something that they couldn’t do, so why risk it?

But that would be from the perspective of a neutral party or someone who wanted to protect President Musty.

For the dragons who were feeling empty without their Empress, giving President Musty to the lions was an act of faith.

Seth and Chen remained silent, this wasn’t their business.

Chen had been roped into this for one reason and he was going to be staying for a different reason.

He was aware of the plan that the ancient felines had been cooking up for the lions and Chen was all in for it.

Not only was it an excuse for him to maintain his control over the tiger civilization, but he was also very interested in where it was going.

He had heard about the Original Heaven and the many wonders of the universe that he hadn’t seen yet.

When he was growing up, he was shadowed by the realization that his race was just recovering from the heavy methods the lions had used in the past to almost eliminate them from existence.

This had always filled Chen with a quiet resentment against the lions. Always, he was talking about gaining power and overpowering the Primordial Tiger.

Now that that had happened, Chen focused on the next immediate thing that he could sink his fangs into.

The downfall of the lions.

When Seth explained things to him, Chen realised that there was indeed a higher heaven.

He confirmed that one didn’t necessarily have to be a Primordial in order to be special, Seth’s father was not a Primordial after all.

This further strengthened Chen’s resolve to become so strong that he could command anything.

But first, the ancient families must unite.

"The ransom...is President Musty," Ibadon said calmly.

Voldemort stood up from the ground with a look of trepidation.

"Regent, surely we can let go of President Musty, this is the horse’s problem, not ours!" Voldemort spoke, albeit in a softer tone.

Silence.

Ibadon shook his head. He stood up from the crystal throne in one fell swoop and waved his hand.

A dark portal opened up at the center of the hall.

This was an artificial portal created with the power of oblivion.

Out of this portal fell a being clad in gold.

It was a horse the size of a small house. Faded golden body with a deep dark gold mane running down his neck and the same shade of gold for his horsetail.

His hooves hit the ground, producing a heavy booming sound. The golden horse struggled to stand still for a moment before looking around to see where it was.

The golden dots it had for eyes scanned the hall, recognizing all the faces. As he turned around, his gaze met the cold blue of Ibadon’s.

President Musty shivered.

He could not talk, there was a powerful immortal-grade binding on his mouth and limbs that controlled how he moved and how he could talk.

It was a move when asked to and a speak when spoken to situation.

His wives, the four who have been with him from the beginning because of his potential, he only watched in dismay as the once mighty President of the Horse Federation could not even control his own movements.

So shameful, so despicable.

All because he had miscalculated.

No, all because he was stupid.

He had taken a completely unnecessary risk that could have been avoided if he kept it to himself.

He might’ve had a bit of victory over the lions for a brief moment but the retaliation was brutal and he was facing the consequences.

In their minds, both President Musty and his wives cursed Elizabeth. She was the one who had to go to a secluded place to attempt an evolution.

She could have just waited.

They blamed her.

And they also blamed themselves.

At least, President Musty could find comfort in the fact that his wives were still with him and loyal to him to the very end.

But was it because that was their wish or because of the loyalty he had placed in them a long time ago?

It didn’t matter.

They would probably fall into the hands of another powerful horse if President Musty died. Perhaps, they would remain single until they died, but that was more of a fantasy than reality in this wild universe.

President Musty was close to his end. He could feel it, he was the only thing standing between the All-King and his full embodiment of the Law of Conquering.

The pressure was high.

All that was left was for Ibadon to make a decision.

Ibadon, glancing at everyone, finally spoke his mind.

"I...want to rest," Ibadon said.

Although his voice was chilling, everyone could sense that restlessness and sorrow within.

"I...want to rest...peacefully," Ibadon said, this time, his eyes flashed from blue to a very frightening black.

"IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?"

The pressure dropped like a hammer on their heads. Even Seth began to sweat.

Things were nasty.

Ibadon shook his head, "The Lions must die in this era! And that is all that matters!

It is a shame that we will have to lose Elizabeth, but the dragons can always have another Primordial in the future.

I can’t wait for another era...

I shall die in this era, and every single lion in this forsaken universe will be dying with me.

That is final!"