Dragon King's Harem Chapter 333. Burn!

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 333. Burn!

"HOW DARE YOU!" Viperax's enraged voice echoed through the clearing, reverberating off the ancient trees that surrounded us. His anger was palpable. His eyes bulged with fury, veins pulsing against his temples as if struggling to contain the intensity of his emotions. It was clear that my accusations had struck a nerve, challenging his authority and threatening his carefully crafted facade of power.

But I remained unfazed by his outburst, maintaining my composure in the face of his fury. Ignoring his protests, I turned to Al, my trusted ally and companion in this perilous journey. With a simple gesture, I signaled for him to provide the evidence he had gathered, silently urging him to confirm the truth of our claims.

Without a word, Al reached into the hidden pouch concealed within the folds of his cloak, retrieving two small documents. He placed the documents in my outstretched hand.

Viperax's displeasure was evident in every line etched across his face, a portrait of frustration and defiance. His muscles coiled like a spring, poised to unleash another onslaught of fury upon us. But I held my ground, refusing to back down in the face of his aggression. With a firm voice, I issued a warning, a thinly veiled threat that hung in the air like a storm cloud on the verge of unleashing its fury.

"You better not do anything or it will show your complicity clearly," I declared, my tone laced with an undercurrent of menace. I knew that Viperax was walking a precarious tightrope, teetering on the edge of culpability for the crimes that had been uncovered. While the evidence against him was damning, it was not yet enough to justify open conflict between our tribes. And so, I chose to play the game of intimidation, leveraging the threat of exposure to keep him in check.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I remained steadfast in my resolve to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Unlike the orcs and Minotaurs, whose aggression knew no bounds, Viperax had not yet crossed the threshold into outright warfare. Perhaps he sensed the precariousness of his position. Whatever the reason, I knew that I could not afford to escalate tensions any further without irrevocably plunging our tribes into chaos.

With a sense of anticipation, I carefully perused the contents of the document, scouring its pages for any trace of incriminating evidence against Viperax or his cohorts. However, as expected of clandestine military records, the text was shrouded in cryptic language and obscured by layers of secrecy. Each individual mentioned was identified only by code names, their true identities veiled behind a cloak of anonymity. It was a frustratingly familiar scenario, one that left me grasping at shadows in search of concrete proof.

Despite my efforts, the document revealed little about the true extent of Viperax's involvement in the illicit activities detailed within its pages. While it provided insight into the logistics of the operation, including the location of the mechanical wings’ warehouse and their intended destination, it stopped short of implicating the lizard king directly. It was a calculated move, one designed to shield Viperax from accountability while allowing him to reap the benefits of his subordinates' actions.

Once I reached the end of the document, a derisive smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. "Oh, very interesting," I remarked, casting a pointed glance in Viperax's direction. "I wonder what's all this for?"

As if anticipating my next move, Al swiftly retrieved a model of mechanical wings and placed it in my outstretched hand. The intricate design gleamed under the dim light, its delicate features a stark contrast to the weighty implications they carried.

‘Telekinetic’, I called upon my skill. The mechanical wings lifted, hovering in the air before me as if suspended by an invisible thread. They rotated slowly, revealing every detail of their craftsmanship under my scrutinizing gaze.

I couldn't help but notice their striking resemblance to the natural wings of a dragon. The elegant curvature of each individual feather, the intricate webbing between them, and the smooth lines of the joints all echoed the graceful design of the wings that graced the backs of our mighty dragon kin.

Yet, despite their superficial similarity, there was something distinctly unnatural about these wings. I could feel a faint hum of magic emanating from them, a powerful energy that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. It was as if the very essence of wind magic had been woven into their structure, imbuing them with strength and vitality that far surpassed anything I had encountered before.

It hinted at a level of sophistication and power that went beyond mere mechanical engineering. Someone had infused these wings with magic – powerful magic – and the implications of such an act were deeply troubling.

"It's very similar to dragon's…" I muttered. Without a second thought, I summoned the fiery power of my Blazing Orb skill and directed it toward the wings, engulfing them in flames. The metal sizzled and warped under the intense heat, before finally crumbling into pieces that fell to the ground with a clatter.

The last embers flickered and died. I turned my gaze back to Viperax, my expression stern and unwavering. "I think we should destroy them. We've made the deal, remember?" I stated firmly, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air. We had reached an agreement, and now it was time for him to uphold his end of the bargain.

“I---” But before Viperax could respond, I cut him off once again, my patience wearing thin. "Magma Typhoon!" I commanded, summoning a swirling vortex of molten lava that erupted from the ground with a deafening roar.

The flames from my Magma Typhoon skill raged fiercely behind me, consuming the factory with an insatiable hunger. The swirling vortex of molten lava danced and twisted, its fiery tendrils penetrating every corner of the building like a colossal dragon swallowing its prey whole. The heat radiated outward, casting an intense glow that illuminated the surrounding area with a fiery orange hue.