Dragon King's Harem Chapter 330. Clear Evidence

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 330. Clear Evidence 

Argod’s PoV

Exiting the portal, we found ourselves in a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of moss and earth. A massive structure, resembling a stone castle, loomed not far away, its chimneys exhaling plumes of smoke – a sign of its operational status. The forest stood as a natural curtain, veiling the factory within. Yet, amidst the sea of greenery, a telltale glint of green crystal in the distance caught my eye, perched atop a tower at the heart of a palace – a mimicry of the dragon tribe's architecture.

The resemblance irked me, the lizard tribe's attempt at imitation almost comical. They seemed desperate to adopt the grandeur of dragon structures, their efforts falling short in the glaring differences. The palace, with its poorly replicated design, stood as a testament to their aspiration, but it only served to highlight the vast gap between our tribes.

Viperax's fiery rage painted the air with swirling flames as he unleashed his fire skill. The irony of a lizard sporting dragon-like abilities wasn't lost on anyone. His affinity for fire seemed more like an attempt to emulate the essence of a dragon than to leverage his true strength in earth manipulation.

Al, standing across from him, swiftly erected his Shadow Barrier in response to the impending blaze. It was an impressive display considering Al's status, and the fact that he could effectively deflect Viperax's fire was proof of his skill.

My own reaction was quick. With a thought, I activated my 'Shadow Walk' skill, morphing into a shadow and reappearing beside Al. Viperax's flames danced futilely against Al's protective barrier.

I extended my hand, fingers poised with purpose. 'Freeze,' I commanded, unleashing my own skill.

The stream of ice surged forward with a determined force, crashing into Viperax's fiery onslaught. The clash erupted in a cacophony of sound – a deafening boom accompanied by the sizzling hiss of elemental conflict. The collision of fire and ice sent shockwaves through the air, creating a turbulent dance of opposing forces.

Once the clash unfolded, a thick veil of steam enveloped our surroundings, obscuring visibility. The atmosphere became charged with tension, and through the rising mist, the shadowy figure of Al moved with purpose. Without awaiting my orders, Al harnessed his Shadow Manipulation skill once again, exploiting the cover provided by the swirling steam.

Taking advantage of the obscured battlefield, Al's shadow power resonated through the shadows, and they responded swiftly. The shadows multiplied, appearing in greater numbers than before, and they moved with enhanced speed. With calculated precision, they closed in on Viperax, weaving around his frozen form and binding him in a web of darkness.

The shadows acted as restraints, preventing Viperax from unleashing further havoc or resorting to additional elemental skills. Al's mastery over the shadows was evident as they tightened their grip, efficiently neutralizing any threat posed by the lizard king.

Through the dissipating mist, Viperax's restrained figure became visible, encased in both the remnants of my freezing skill and the shadows' grasp. I addressed Viperax with unwavering determination. "Viperax, you have agreed to carry out this collaboration, stop attacking me and my assistant!" I asserted, my voice cutting through the residual echoes of our elemental confrontation. Viperax struggled within the grasp of Al's shadows, his fiery rage still flickering in his lizard eyes.

His response was a thunderous roar, a defiant proclamation. "That should be my line! What do you want, Argod?!" he bellowed, the anger reverberating through his words.

With a calm yet resolute demeanor, I pointed toward the imposing structure not far from us, the very epicenter of our dispute. "Like I said, I want to solve the problem between our tribes, and I've decided to start with the factory," I declared. My hand gestured firmly towards the building, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. My gaze remained fixed on Viperax, my eyes unwavering.

"That building is the factory," I reiterated, my words carrying the weight of a final ultimatum.

The day prior, I conducted a meticulous investigation using my Spy Worms and the piercing clarity of my True Sight skill. This location, a stone's throw from the lizard tribe's capital, perfectly aligned with the witness's detailed account. My findings painted a grim picture. The factory, shrouded in secrecy, served as a clandestine prison for the witnesses I had gathered. The captives hailed predominantly from the dragon tribe, with one from the Serpent tribe and a lone fairy. Their conditions were nothing short of heartbreaking.

Venturing into the factory's dungeons, I found the chilling reality of their plight unfolding before me. The dragon captives now bore the cruel marks of lizard-inflicted brutality. Severely wounded wings, some beyond recovery, told tales of relentless torment. Limbs, too, showed the unmistakable signs of malicious assault. Among them, one dragon teetered on the brink of death, the life force within them flickering in the dim dungeon confines.

The dire state of my kin fueled a sense of urgency within me, propelling me to expedite the plan we had devised. The very notion of a collaboration with Viperax hinged on the shared responsibility to rectify the atrocities committed within the walls of this factory. The visceral scenes etched in my mind fueled the determination to bring an end to the suffering endured by my fellow dragons, as well as the other innocent captives.

Al gestured towards the distant lizard capital as he addressed Viperax. "As you can see, Your Majesty," Al began, his tone steady and unwavering, "it's under your nose. The location isn't far away from the capital, and we can still see your proud palace from here."

I maintained my focused gaze on Viperax, waiting for his response. The evidence was laid bare, the factory's ominous presence mocking the obliviousness or complicity of the lizard king.

Viperax, caught between the weight of the truth and the web of his own deceit, struggled to find words. The proximity of the factory to his capital, visible even from our vantage point, left no room for plausible deniability.