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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 267. Ambush III
My laughter dwindled. An insidious smirk curled upon my lips, revealing a glimmer of malevolence that filled my eyes.
"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. 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.
Amidst the turmoil, Evelina seized the opportunity to come closer to me, seeking shelter in my arms. Her staff was raised. She cast her buffs skill to bolster our strength and defenses.
In the blink of an eye, I unleashed my Blazing Orb skill. Dozens of orbs burst forth from my outstretched hand, swirling in a display of fiery brilliance. They danced through the air, leaving trails of scorching heat 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. The scorching inferno consumed their ranks, reducing them to mere ashes.
Even amidst the chaos and destruction, I remained vigilant. I retained a handful of orbs for protection, forming a shield around myself and my allies. They served as a barrier against any potential retaliation.
Glasha, bound by the Magic Bracelet, stood as a helpless witness to the spectacle. Her eyes widened with a mixture of awe and frustration. I knew she wanted to intervene but she restrained by the bracelet.
Meanwhile, Guillotine and Eir snapped out of their feigned states. Eir's hand gripped his sword, drawing it from its scabbard with incredible 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. 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 fists, engulfing it in a blazing inferno. As he swung his arms 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.
As the flames danced around him, Guillotine unleashed a mighty roar that reverberated throughout the hall. His voice carried the power of a dragon with authority and command.
In response to Guillotine's commanding roar, a powerful symphony of dragon roars erupted throughout the palace. Their voices blended together in a harmonious chorus. It was a language understood only by the dragon tribe.
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.
The battle raged within the palace while sounds of chaos echoed from outside its walls. The air was filled with the deafening sound of explosions. The ground trembled beneath 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. It was a proof that the dragons had successed in breaching the orc's tower defense.
The wyverns, guided by their draconic instincts, followed my orders. 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.
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