Dragon King's Harem Chapter 334. Hoist With One's Own Petard

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 334. Hoist With One's Own Petard

Despite the chaos unfolding behind me, my focus remained solely on Viperax. My sharp gaze bore into him, unwavering and relentless, as if daring him to challenge me further. The flames reflected in his eyes, casting shadows across his face as he watched the destruction unfold before him.

The crackling of burning timber and the roar of the inferno filled the air, drowning out any other sound. Smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting a dark pall over the scene below.

“You don't respect me, do you?!” Viperax's voice boomed, laced with frustration and indignation. His anger was palpable, radiating off him like waves of heat from a blazing fire. With a swift motion, he summoned his earth-based skills, attempting to erect a protective dome around the factory.

But before his earth dome could fully form, Al stepped forward, a calm and imposing presence. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his Shadow Barrier, intercepting Viperax's earth-based attack. The shadows swirled around him, forming a protective barrier that prevented any harm from reaching the factory.

“You shouldn't break your promise, Your Majesty,” Al's voice was firm, carrying a subtle warning. Despite the tense situation, he remained composed and resolute.

I watched the exchange with a mix of frustration and determination. It was clear that Viperax was unwilling to back down, and his attempts to protect the factory only fueled my resolve to see our mission through to the end. We had made a deal, and I intended to hold him to it. It was a shame that we couldn't use our offensive skills as much as possible.

Due to his statement, Viperax's rage reached its peak. His face turned red.

"You dare challenge me?" Viperax's voice thundered, his anger boiling over like a volcanic eruption. His face flushed crimson with rage, veins pulsating visibly beneath his skin. The intensity of his fury was palpable, filling the air with an electric tension that crackled with raw power.

His eyes blazed with fury, locking onto mine with an unyielding intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. It was clear that he was not one to be trifled with, and his wrath knew no bounds.

With a deafening roar that echoed through the air like thunder, Viperax unleashed the full force of his wrath upon us. In a dazzling display of power, he underwent a dramatic transformation, morphing from his humanoid guise into his true, formidable form.

His body contorted and shifted, Viperax's towering figure expanded and elongated, taking on the shape of a colossal serpent with powerful, muscular legs reminiscent of a lizard. His scales shimmered with a mesmerizing hue of golden black, glinting ominously in the light as if forged from the depths of the earth itself.

Atop his head, a single horn protruded majestically, gleaming like a deadly weapon poised for battle. His eyes blazed with an intense ferocity, filled with a primal rage that seemed to pierce through to the very core of our beings.

With each sinuous movement, Viperax exuded an aura of raw power and dominance, his imposing presence casting a long shadow over the landscape.

Al prepared to attack or defend us, his shadowy form poised for action. His eyes glinted with determination as he readied himself to confront the impending onslaught. Yet, despite the looming threat, I remained steadfast, my gaze unwavering as I met Viperax's furious glare with icy resolve.

“Tectonic Tempest!” Viperax unleashed his ultimate skill. The air crackled with power, and a swirling vortex of earth and rocks erupted from his gaping maw.

Tectonic Tempest was a swirling vortex of earth and rocks infused with poisonous gas, creating a massive storm that rains down toxic boulders upon the battlefield. Enemies caught in the tempest suffer from both the physical impact of the rocks and the debilitating effects of the poison, causing widespread damage and disaster.

Despite the chaos unfolding around us, I remained composed.

My eyes remained fixed on the swirling vortex hurtling toward me with deadly intent. With a calm but commanding tone, I issued my order to Al, knowing that swift action was imperative in the face of such a formidable attack. Al complied without hesitation, swiftly sidestepping to safety, his shadowy form poised for whatever came next.

"Portal," I uttered icily, my voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. In an instant, a large portal materialized before me, its shimmering surface a stark contrast against the backdrop of destruction. With a flick of my wrist, I directed the vortex toward the yawning void of the portal, its insatiable hunger eager to devour whatever entered its depths.

The swirling tempest surged forward, drawn inexorably toward the portal's gaping maw. With a resounding roar, the vortex vanished into the darkness, swallowed whole by the yawning void.

- DOM!

The resounding explosion reverberated through the air, its deafening roar echoing across the battlefield and catching the attention of all present. Viperax's shock was palpable as he whirled around to face the source of the disturbance, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized the explosion had originated from his own capital.

With a swift and instinctive movement, I, too, redirected my gaze toward the distant silhouette of Viperax's palace. Al mirrored my actions, his shadowy form poised for whatever developments might unfold.

The billowing smoke rose high into the sky, dark tendrils twisting and writhing like serpents as they climbed toward the sky. From our vantage point on the battlefield, the source of the smoke was unmistakable—it emanated from the direction of Viperax's capital, a grim portent of devastation and destruction. The faint sounds of distant screams reached our ears, a haunting echo of the chaos unfolding in the heart of the lizard king's domain.

The destruction unleashed by Viperax's attack was nothing short of catastrophic, capable of decimating entire districts and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. The fact that the attack originated from within his own capital only served to heighten the sense of disbelief and confusion that gripped the battlefield. With no other tribe capable of wielding such destructive power, there could be no doubt as to the perpetrator of this heinous act—it was none other than the lizard king himself.