Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 723: Four Seconds

The Imperial Palace was situated on top of a wide and expansive floating continent that was not small at all.

Watching it casually cruise through the heavenly gate with that regal aura surrounding it caused the hearts of the dragons to tremble.

Ibadon had even brought their Imperial Palace over, what was he trying to do?

They wondered. None of them knew the true secret of the Imperial Palace and the crystal throne within, they didn’t even know that the Imperial Palace was a mobile fortress.

They just felt that Ibadon was trying to make a bold symbolic statement to the lions and strike their morale.

Seeing the Imperial Palace, the nearby dragon officials were in a mixed mood. Should they be impressed or should they stop caring?

What was the point? Everyone should be fighting for survival, they didn’t have a Primordial anymore.

Meanwhile, Ibadon stood ramrod straight on top of the Imperial Palace. He had his arms folded against his chest and his black cape fluttered in the sheer majesty and ferocity of his aura.

His eyes, which were pure black, stared into the distance. His eyelids were squinted as though he could see everything that was happening far away.

Perhaps, he could.

"Our beloved Empress is no longer in this world with us."

Ibadon announced, his voice traversing space and time and echoing for thousands of light-years.

This announcement instantly dropped the mood of the watching dragon officials.

Some of them who were about to continue the invasion suddenly paused. Many arkships slowed to a crawl, as if the pilot was unsure if he should still continue moving forward.

"Vengeance is ours!

The lions have made us suffer, no matter how you look at it.

They are a stain that must be removed by any means necessary.

How long will we tolerate them?

How many of our kind will they continue to kill?

We must..."

Ibadon’s words were drowned out by the shocking roars from the lions.

The dragon officials turned to the opposite direction where they saw a vast number of arkships make their way here.

This amount of arkships was not accidental. It looked like they had been organised and rallied to come to this particular location.

At least a million arkships were heading toward this place at this moment and they were all being driven by Lion Kings.

The dragons looked at this fantastic and frightening scene with a mixture of fear and relief.

On one hand, they didn’t want to continue listening to Ibadon’s bullshit. On the other hand, they didn’t want to continue fighting the lions.

However, the lions seemed to be just getting started. The hulls of their arkships were stained with the blood of dragons and lions alike.

There was a possibility of forcing the dragons to submit. There was a likelihood of conquering these destroyers.

That alone was enough to fuel their rage and motivation to keep on fighting.

"What?!" A loud roar shook space and time.

A massive lion with a muscular body and four front limbs stood at the top of his arkship which was being piloted by another king.

"Did the winged lizards become scared?!" He asked himself.

Even then, these arkships were utilizing warp speed so they got to the dragons in no time.

The resulting clash was brutal.

An unknown number of lions and dragons died within the first three seconds.

Lion kings and dragon officials were dying with every breath taken by the abomination.

He counted.

How could he not count?

But Ibadon was at best irritated.

He could see, through this vast golden space that the lions called their home, that the dragons no longer had the will to fight.

Those who still wanted to fight were not that many and only made up a small fraction of the army.

Ibadon understood that if he continued forcing them, they would do something drastic.

Force was not the way to rule the dragons.

And did Ibadon care about this?

Absolutely not.

"Pests!" Ibadon declared. He raised his hand and waved viciously at the vast wave of lion arkships.

Instantly, more than three hundred thousand arkships disappeared, gone as though they never existed.

Silence.

The pause was very brief as such a display of power could make them afraid but it couldn’t make them stop moving.

The massive gap created by Ibadon’s attacks was quickly filled up as many more arkships flew over to take their spot or grab the leftovers.

The lions had something that the dragons did not.

Intent.

When Elizabeth had still been with them, they had the Destroyer’s Intent, something similar to the Conqueror’s Intent that spread through the minds of the lions and allowed Kael to become unified with his race.

But now that their morale was down and the intent was gone, they just couldn’t match the lions in intensity anymore.

A few dragon officials continued fighting with fervour and loyalty but many were starting to back away.

The dragons were smart. They used the momentum of the battle to find an excuse to be flung to a corner where there would be almost no battle occurring.

It came to pass that this vast wave of lion arkships had their pilots and riders confused.

Those whom they were fighting did not seem to want to fight back.

Why?

Soon, all of Ibadon’s loyal dragons retreated too. But they didn’t defect away from the battle, they returned to the floating Imperial Palace where Ibadon was waiting for them.

Ibadon did not frown or show any signs of anger. There was no use fighting what was not meant to be.

He allowed the loyal dragon officials and guards to perch on the edge of the Imperial Palace and the various roof posts.

All together, they watched as the Imperial Palace was surrounded from all angles by a wall of metal and magic.

There was no way in, no way out.

The vast wave of lion kings and their capabilities also sealed the exits, blocking the rogue heavenly gates and preventing anything from coming in or going out.

It wasn’t like any dragon would still make that much effort to come through, not after the implications of what happened.

Ibadon had miscalculated,.he had underestimated just how important the Primordial Dragon would be to the dragons as a whole. He underestimated just how much they relied on her as a symbolic pillar.

Elizabeth had a heavy crush on Ibadon, and because of that, she was somewhat blind to the nefarious side of Ibadon.

But it was also because of the Primordial Dragon that the dragons were willing to fight a war they did not have any benefit in winning.

With his right arm still outstretched, Ibadon looked to the arkships and powerful kings surrounding him and the Imperial Palace from all sides.

The blue-scaled Imperial Guard Boss was not far away and he looked around with trepidation and a racing heart.

This was too much, this was intense.

That was his thought as millions of cannon beams rained down on the Imperial Palace.

Millions.

A new sun rose within the Leonine Heaven, but its radiance was snuffed out by the cocoon of arkships that covered the palace.

For that moment, it looked like the lions were winning.

They had barraged the Palace with enough cannon beams to vaporize one twentieth of a galaxy. All concentrated to one point.

That should have surely done something.

Well, it did.

It caused Ibadon great discomfort and heightened his feeling of annoyance.

And then... 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

*Poof!*

It was gone.

The Imperial Palace faded out of existence.

It didn’t teleport. Rather, it moved so fast that it looked like it had teleported.

How was this known?

The Imperial Palace literally left a trail of atomised arkships and broken parts in its wake.

Not just that, the Imperial Palace broke out of the encirclement in less than two seconds. And in that same amount of time, half of the arkships vanished from existence.

All they saw was only a black flash that constantly appeared and disappeared, followed by the erasure of a whole clan.

By the time the Imperial Palace had gone far, nearly one eighth of the attacking arkships were gone.

The Imperial Palace turned into a rainbow bean that shot toward the central coverage, and from where he stood, the Imperial Guard Boss had his mouth and eyes open wide.

Less than four seconds.

This wasn’t an army of lions alone, this wasn’t an army of shuttles. No, this was an army of arkships.

All it took for Ibadon to devastate them all.was four seconds.

Perhaps, the world had forgotten just how powerful a Supreme Level Immortal was.

Perhaps, they misunderstood the sheer gap of might between Ibadon and a Low Level Immortal, talk less of an army of ordinary mortals.

Mass slaughter was Ibadon’s style of dealing with things, especially in this case.

But he was not here to waste his time in some ’’little’ army. No, he was here for a thorough extermination.

He knew from experience that wasting time killing all these lions would not actually do much in wiping the lions out, if not, he would have spent a few more seconds to ensure every last lion in that wave was deleted from the universe.

His eyes were on the Prize, the eastern coverage.

Alas, his target was also calmly waiting for him.