Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 712: Mutually Assured Destruction

"It is done," Ibadon muttered as he turned away from the fallen horses and the dragon guards with a blank expression.

"Voldemort..." The regent uttered while shaking his head. He was utterly disappointed and vexed. But he wasn’t one to express his anger through facial expressions.

"A being so small, so weak, so insignificant," Ibadon said, referring to the All-King.

The All-King wasn’t even immortal yet. Why were so many things going in his favour?

With his black cape silently flowing behind him to conceptualise the weight of his presence, Ibadon flew into the throne hall.

The hall was silent, the throne was empty. A throne that he had preserved for nearly nine million years, waiting for the next Primordial Dragon to come.

And she came, but she was gone now.

How long would it take for the next Primordial Dragon to be born?

Ibadon thought of this as he arrived in front of the crystal throne. Without any drama or words, he brushed his cape to the side and sat down.

Would he have to wait again for another Primordial to be born? Would he have to continue serving as Regent?

No!

Ibadon rejected such a fate vehemently.

He denied it.

He denied his loss.

He denied his eternity.

The abomination.

Outside, the horses were collapsing one after the other, as they were no longer bound by the Law of Conquering.

One of the Dragon guards that he had trained betrayed him and openly disobeyed his orders.

The Dragon Empire of Destruction was experiencing internal strife, with many of its officials missing.

Sooner or later, the news will spread and everyone will know what happened today.

"Hmmm..." Ibadon didn’t know what to say, so he just hummed to himself.

His chest rose and fell calmly, and his black hair rested softly. He seemed at peace... almost.

His eyes.

Proof that Ibadon was absolutely livid.

His eyes no longer settled on one colour. They shifted between red, blue, green, and black.

The frequency of change was unstable with black starting to appear more often with time.

Ibadon wanted to scream, he wanted to rage, he wanted to rampage and destroy everything.

No words could describe his anger.

He thought of Seth and knew that the Primordial Cat had probably been in on it too.

Ibadon calmed down again, not because he was internally calm, but because he was fed up.

He was fed up with things not going the way they should have.

He was fed up with everyone denying him his revenge.

He was fed up with the universe trying to play its stupid tricks.

He was fed up with the grand scheme.

He was fed up with the rules.

He was fed up with Noel.

He was fed up with Kael.

He was fed up with the dragons.

He was fed up with the interference from Original Heaven.

He was fed up with his vulnerabilities.

He was fed up with reality.

He was fed up with existence.

Everything was standing in his way.

For ten million years, he had been denied a family, he had been denied the right to have children, he had been denied his peaceful death, he had been denied his satisfaction,.he had been denied his rest.

He had been denied.

He was being denied. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Hehehe..." Ibadon let out a very dark chuckle that caused the walls of the throne hall to vibrate slightly.

It was a strange laughter, one that didn’t make any sense. A laughter that was saturated with rage.

And then.

The rage disappeared.

Gone.

Replaced with emptiness.

Ibadon’s eyes settled on one colour. Black.

No light was reflected from the curve of his eyeballs and no edges could be seen. Just nothingness.

Ibadon raised his hand to his face. There were no gloves. He was fully healed and his bare skin touched the world.

*Snap!*

He snapped his fingers.

The sound was crisp, clear, and very loud.

So loud that it spread far enough to reach the ears of the Creation Dragons at the nearest outpost.

"Weakness doesn’t need permission, it just needs space."

Those words had been bestowed upon him many times by his grandfather, the last Primordial Dragon.

It was a true statement, something that could be applied to everything.

Ibadon was not going to give them any space anymore.

As soon as the crisp sound of his finger snap faded away, the whole Imperial Palace started to tremble.

Ibadon had a look of resolve in his eyes.

Did the lions really think he was out of options?

Ibadon looks at the crystal armrest. Very few knew that the throne of the Imperial Palace was not made out of this crystal for nothing.

It was a weapon.

A weapon Ibadon had always refrained from using because he was not assured of the certainty of its effect.

This throne was not meant to be used during random wars like the first and second Great Wars.

Rather, it was meant to be activated when the Dragon Civilization was on the brink of collapse.

It was something that should be used if the Creation Dragons got too close to winning.

This crystal throne was a god-level artifact on the same rank as Ozia’s Gauntlet. Except that this throne did not need a user for it to express its full might.

It had only been used once since its creation which was an extremely long time ago.

The reason why no one could remember an event in history where this throne weapon was used was that all the participants in that battle had been annihilated in the process.

Everyone, from the creator to the user, to the enemies on the receiving end. They had all been wiped out.

Only ten dragons were left with the knowledge of what the throne could do, so they built around it and turned it into the center of command for the whole race.

As expected of a race that practically worshiped the act of destruction.

Ibadon’s grandfather had not even been born when this Imperial Palace was built.

But the secret had been passed down and Ibadon knew of it.

Mutually Assured Destruction.

Ibadon was afraid of it, but he wanted certainty. He wanted confirmation that it would work.

And if it didn’t work? Ibadon wanted to confirm if he would survive long enough to finish the job.

Alas, fate has rushed upon him and brought tragedy forth.

Just then, the Imperial Guard Boss walked into the throne hall, noticing how every wall and every pillar of the palace was vibrating.

"Regent..." He uttered, unsure of how to feel. He felt defeated and unsafe in Ibadon’s presence.

Ibadon glanced at the blue-scaled humanoid calmly. Because he did not move his head and he no longer had any visible pupils, it looked as if he was still staring in the same direction.

This was a deeply unsettling thing to observe for the Imperial Guard Boss. He knew Ibadon was looking at him, but how?

"Assemble the arkships, ready an armada, we shall be direct and straight to the point," Ibadon said.

"Sir?" The Imperial Guard Boss was even more confused. Wasn’t the empire in turmoil? Why are they still fighting?

"The Primordial Horse is dead, Empress Elizabeth has been killed by the lions.

This is no longer a war, it is a campaign for vengeance.

Gather all the lost heavenly beacons of Leonine Heaven, she shall invade them as soon as possible."

Even with the weight of Ibadon’s tone, the Imperial Guard Boss still did not move. He was still confused.

What about the Creation Dragons? What about their heaven?

"GO!"

Ibadon finally snapped.

The blue-scaled dragon guard was blasted out of the throne hall and skidding across the hard ground outside the Imperial Palace before he could even process anything.

"ALL OF YOU! GOOOO!..."

Ibadon’s fierce roar resounded and shook the hearts of all the dragon guards listening.

This was the old Ibadon, the same one who fought Noel without any care.

Ibadon’s voice began to spread fast, carried by waves of oblivion power that scratched the surface of nearby souls.

"THE LIONS MUST NOT LIVE ONE MORE SECOND.

ONE MORE SECOND THAT THEY SHARE THE SAME UNIVERSE WITH US, THE MORE THEY TAINT US.

IT’S EITHER THEY DIE, OR WE DIE.

THIS IS A BATTLE FOR VENGEANCE, FOR SURVIVAL, FOR CONTINUITY.

FROM NOW ON,

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE,

EVERY MEAT YOU CHEW,

EVERY OFFSPRING YOU BIRTH,

EVERY DEATH,

IS ALL FOR THE EXTERMINATION OF THOSE GODFORSAKEN KINGS!

MAY HEAVEN SPARE YOU IF YOU DISOBEY MY DECREE, BECAUSE I WON’T..."

Waves join waves of shocking commands spread through the ranks and society of the empire, alerting every single Destruction Dragon to the change.

The end was nigh.

It was either one was exterminated, or both were wiped out together.

As for the lions and the All-King who had set off all these chains of events, they had their own issues to handle too.

They were unaware that Ibadon was finally coming after them with every single drop of power she had.