Dragon King's Harem Chapter 331. Viperax's Anger

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 331. Viperax's Anger

Unfortunately, even with such clear evidence, Viperax did not immediately admit it. Once again, he concentrated on something else. “Wait, you have a portal skill? Why did I never know? Why have you never announced it to this world?” he asked, turning the topic of conversation once again.

Viperax's attempt to deflect the conversation was met with a firm rebuttal from me. His diversion tactics only served to heighten my determination to address the pressing issue at hand.

I leveled a steely gaze at Viperax, my patience worn thin by his evasions. "Since you were more surprised by my portal skill than that factory, I'll assume you know about it," I retorted, cutting through his attempts to derail the conversation. My tone carried a hint of annoyance, signifying my growing impatience with his avoidance tactics.

Al stood silently by my side, his expression inscrutable but his readiness to support me evident. The urgency of the situation demanded a swift and decisive response, and I was determined not to be swayed by Viperax's attempts to shift the focus elsewhere.

Viperax's expression wavered, betraying a flicker of discomfort at being called out. Yet, true to form, he quickly composed himself, his features settling into a mask of feigned indifference. It was clear that he was accustomed to navigating such confrontations, adept at deflecting scrutiny and manipulating the narrative to suit his agenda.

Due to my statement, Viperax wanted to speak again. "I never said---" Viperax's attempt to interject was abruptly cut off. His words hung in the air, left unfinished as I swiftly redirected the focus of our conversation. Without wasting another moment, I turned to Al, issuing a clear and decisive order.

"Al, evacuate the prisoners and bring them here!" I commanded, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. Time was of the essence, and we could ill afford to delay our response. The longer the captives remained trapped within the confines of the factory, the greater the risk to their safety.

Al's response was swift and unwavering, his commitment to carrying out my orders evident in his prompt reply. "Yes, Your Majesty!" he affirmed, his tone resolute as he immediately pivoted towards the imposing structure looming before us.

A transformation unlike any other began to take shape. Al’s form contorted and shifted, morphing into his true essence as a member of the shadow clan from the witch tribe.

With an eerie grace, Al's body stretched and elongated, towering to a formidable height of two and a half meters. His once flesh-toned skin took on a ghastly hue, a sickly shade of pale black-grey reminiscent of decaying corpses. The tattered remnants of his royal attire faded into obscurity, replaced by a billowing cloak of midnight black, its edges frayed and worn from the shadows' embrace.

The transformation did not end there. Al's eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, their once vibrant hues replaced by a piercing white that seemed to pierce through the darkness itself. Yet, perhaps the most unsettling aspect of his metamorphosis was the way his form seemed to defy gravity, hovering effortlessly a few inches above the ground like a specter of the night.

Al swiftly glided towards the looming factory and his form melded seamlessly with the shadows around him. His movements were fluid and swift, almost as if he were borne on the very essence of the night itself. The air around him stirred, creating a gentle breeze that whispered of his passing.

Yet, amidst the silence, Viperax's fury erupted once more. With a determined focus, he unleashed his earth skill in a desperate attempt to thwart Al's advance. The ground trembled beneath the force of his power as jagged spikes of earth surged forth, propelled by his formidable will.

But Al was not one to be deterred so easily. With a quick turn, I invoked my Shadow Walk skill, my body melting into the darkness before reappearing in a flash to intercept the onslaught. My outstretched hands crackled with energy as I summoned forth my fire skill.

‘Fire Pillar!’

Twin pillars of fire to shield me. The earth spikes collided with the fiery barrier, their momentum halted by the searing heat and crackling flames. The air filled with the acrid scent of smoke as the two opposing forces clashed, each vying for dominance in the battlefield of elements. For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as the fiery pillars stood resolute against the onslaught.

- Boom!

The explosion reverberated through the air, its thunderous roar echoing across the landscape as earth and fire clashed in a spectacular display of elemental power. The billowing smoke and swirling dust obscured my vision, casting a hazy veil over the scene before me. But despite the chaos unfolding around us, my focus remained unwavering, honed in on the elusive figure of Viperax amidst the tumult.

Through the haze, I could sense his presence, a faint glimmer amidst the swirling maelstrom of smoke and debris. My Dragon eyes, blessed with heightened senses, pierced through the veil of obscurity, allowing me to track his movements with precision. Even as the dust settled and the smoke cleared, I kept my gaze fixed on his position, my resolve unyielding.

With a firm tone, I addressed him directly, cutting through the cacophony of battle with my words. "So, the factory is your handiwork after all," I declared, my voice resolute. Though I lacked concrete evidence to support my accusation, the panic evident in Viperax's demeanor spoke volumes. It was a subtle admission of guilt, a tacit acknowledgment of his complicity in the crimes that had been perpetrated against my people.

Yet, accusing a king of wrongdoing was no small matter, fraught with peril and uncertainty. I knew that I trod on dangerous ground, playing a perilous game of cat and mouse. But in the face of injustice, I refused to back down, determined to uncover the truth and hold those responsible to account.