Dragon King's Harem Chapter 267. Ambush III (Patreon)

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 267. Ambush III

My laughter dwindled, giving way to an eerie stillness that settled over the room. An insidious smirk curled upon my lips, revealing a glimmer of malevolence that danced in my eyes. Burz's words, though uttered in trepidation, resonated within me, striking a chord of agreement that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're right," I murmured, my voice a low, menacing undertone that carried an air of calculated intent. At that moment, my gaze transformed, turning sharp and penetrating, as if I could see through the very souls of those who dared to oppose me.

With a mere flick of my wrist, I unleashed my Telekinetic power, a force invisible to the naked eye but capable of immense destruction. Without exerting any physical effort, I directed my power towards Burz's grand ax, sweeping it away from me as if it were a mere toy. The weapon flew through the air, its trajectory disrupted by my invisible power, causing Burz and the surrounding orc soldiers to be forcefully propelled backward.

The orc soldiers, caught off guard by the sudden display of power, stumbled and fell, their bodies colliding with the walls and furniture of the hall. Chaos erupted as the once confident warriors were reduced to disarray, their ambush thwarted by a force they could not comprehend.

Amidst the turmoil, Evelina seized the opportunity to come closer to me, seeking shelter in my arms. Her staff was raised, a conduit for her magical prowess, as she channeled her buffs skill to bolster our strength and defenses. A surge of energy coursing through our veins, enhancing our strength and agility, fortifying us against any further assault.

In the blink of an eye, I unleashed my Blazing Orb skill. Dozens of orbs burst forth from my outstretched hand, swirling in a magnificent display of fiery brilliance. They danced through the air, leaving trails of scorching heat in their wake as if they were miniature suns illuminating the hall.

The orbs whirled and twirled, growing in intensity with each passing moment. Flames licked and engulfed the orc soldiers, their cries of alarm and pain echoing throughout the chamber. The scorching inferno consumed their ranks, reducing them to mere ashes. The power of my Blazing Orbs was overwhelming, engulfing the entire area in an awe-inspiring display of pyrotechnics.

Even amidst the chaos and destruction, I remained vigilant. I retained a handful of orbs for protection, forming an ethereal shield around myself and my allies. The flames enveloped us, serving as a barrier against any potential retaliation. With each passing second, the heat emanating from the orbs intensified, creating an impenetrable wall of fire that deterred any further threats.

Glasha, bound by the Magic Bracelet, stood as a helpless witness to the unfolding spectacle. Her eyes widened with a mixture of awe and frustration, her desire to intervene restrained by the magical constraints that held her captive. Despite her inability to act, her presence alone served as a reminder of the perilous situation we found ourselves in.

Meanwhile, Guillotine and Eir snapped out of their feigned states. Eir's hand gripped the hilt of his gleaming sword, drawing it from its scabbard with lightning speed. His movements were a blur, fluid and precise, as he seamlessly transitioned from acting to unleashing his true prowess.

The title of the empire's finest swordsman was not merely a boast for Eir. He lived up to his reputation, showcasing his unparalleled skill with every swing and parry. His blade sliced through the air with deadly grace, finding its mark with unerring accuracy. Orcs who dared to approach him were met with swift and decisive strikes, their bodies falling in a flurry of crimson.

Guillotine joined Eir in the fray. With a surge of fiery energy, Guillotine summoned his Fire Fist. Flames erupted from his clenched fist, engulfing it in a blazing inferno. As he swung his arm in a wide arc, the searing flames extended outward, sweeping away the orc soldiers who dared to approach him.

The force of Guillotine's fire-infused punch was formidable, obliterating anything in its path. Orcs were sent flying, their bodies charred and singed by the intense heat. The sheer power of his attack cleared a path, creating a space where the dragons and their allies could regroup and plan their next move.

As the flames danced around him, Guillotine unleashed a mighty roar that reverberated throughout the hall. His voice carried the power of a dragon, echoing with authority and commanding presence. It was a roar that stirred the hearts of his allies and struck fear into the souls of his enemies.

In response to Guillotine's commanding roar, a powerful symphony of dragon roars erupted throughout the palace. The air crackled with the raw energy and might of the dragons, their voices blending together in a harmonious chorus. It was a language understood only by the dragon tribe, a call that resonated with their very essence.

The dragons, positioned strategically throughout the capital, answered Guillotine's call one by one. Their roars reverberated through the city, reaching the ears of every orc and sending shivers down their spines. It was a signal, a declaration that the dragons had risen, and the time for their dominance had come.

The dragon roars served a dual purpose: not only did they bolster the morale of their allies, but they also struck fear into the hearts of their enemies and communicated. The orcs, once confident in their ambush, now found themselves facing an unstoppable force they had not anticipated.

As the battle raged within the palace, a cacophony of chaos echoed from outside its walls. The air was filled with the deafening sound of explosions, reverberating through the city streets. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the advancing wyverns, their powerful wings beating against the sky.

The orcs now found themselves under attack from above. The piercing screams of the wyverns pierced through the tumultuous battlefield, a testament to the dragons' success in breaching the orc's tower defense.

The wyverns, guided by their draconic instincts, followed my orders with deadly precision. They targeted the orc soldiers, severing their command structure and spreading panic among their ranks. The once formidable orc tower defense crumbled under the might of the dragons and wyverns working in tandem.