Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!

Chapter 439 Situation

As Ace was busy making pills, his teammates were occupied with the emperor.

Anna was using her crows to gather information for the emperor.

Emma was healing the soldiers who entered battle, either from sneak attacks by the ogres or from injuries sustained during sneak attacks against the ogres.

Chris, on the other hand, was taking care of loose ends.

The ogres advanced on him with thunderous roars, their grotesque faces contorted in rage. Chris took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in determination. He channeled the power of fire, igniting his sword with searing flames that danced along its blade.

As the first ogre swung its massive club towards him, Chris ducked, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. With a swift and precise movement, he slashed his flaming sword across the ogre's thigh, leaving a trail of sizzling skin. The ogre howled in agony, stumbling backward.

Chris didn't waste a moment. He harnessed the power of wind, creating a swirling vortex around him. The wind shielded him from the next ogre's attack, causing its club to whoosh harmlessly through the air. Chris then sent a concentrated burst of wind towards the ogre, lifting it off its feet and sending it crashing into its companions.

The remaining ogres, undeterred by their fallen comrades, closed in on Chris. He continued to dance with his element-infused sword, striking with precision and grace, flames leaving scars on the ogres' tough, green skin. The wind continued to be his ally, keeping the ogres off balance and unable to land a solid blow.

With his flaming sword in hand and wind swirling around him, Chris continued to engage the relentless ogres in a fierce battle. His short stature was no longer a disadvantage as he demonstrated incredible agility and swordsmanship.

As a massive ogre swung a colossal club towards him, Chris moved like a shadow, his body twisting and ducking gracefully. The club whizzed past, missing him by a hair's breadth.

Seizing the opportunity, Chris retaliated with a precise slash of his flaming sword.

The blade cut through the ogre's tough, green flesh, leaving behind a trail of smoldering wounds.

The ogre bellowed in pain, stumbling backward and clutching its injuries.

Without hesitation, Chris harnessed the power of the wind once more. A swirling vortex formed around him, a protective barrier against the ogres' onslaught. As another ogre lunged with a fierce swing, its club met only resistance as it was deflected harmlessly by the gusts of wind.

The ogre's eyes widened in surprise before Chris unleashed a concentrated burst of wind, a powerful gale that lifted the beast off its feet.

The ogre soared through the air, crashing into its companions like a cannonball, causing a chaotic domino effect.

But the remaining ogres were undeterred. They regrouped and pressed forward with determination. Chris, unfazed and fueled by his elemental powers, met their advance with a symphony of sword moves.

Chris weaved between the ogres, his flaming sword leaving fiery scars on their bodies. With each swing and thrust, he inflicted pain and chaos among his foes.

The ogres struggled to land a solid blow, constantly off-balance from the swirling winds.

Chris continued to display his exceptional combat skills, seamlessly blending the power of fire and wind with his swordsmanship.

As the ogres regrouped and pressed forward, Chris gracefully danced through the chaos. With swift, fluid movements, he parried a club swing and delivered a scorching strike to an ogre's chest. The flaming blade sliced through the tough green skin, sending sparks flying as the ogre bellowed in agony.

Another ogre charged at him, but Chris was quicker, sidestepping the attack with finesse. He spun around and, in one fluid motion, delivered a spinning backslash that left a fiery arc on the ogre's abdomen. The ogre stumbled, its tough exterior now charred and searing.

The ogres, increasingly disoriented by the relentless attacks and the swirling winds, attempted to surround Chris. However, he was always one step ahead. With a powerful leap, he vaulted over an ogre's head, landing behind it. He didn't waste a second, thrusting his flaming blade into the ogre's back. The flames enveloped the ogre's body, causing it to shriek in pain.

Using the power of the wind, Chris created a localized tornado, lifting multiple ogres off their feet and sending them crashing into one another. The ground shook as the ogres collided, creating an even greater sense of chaos on the battlefield.

Despite the ogres' determination, their efforts grew increasingly futile. Chris's relentless assault and his command of the elements had turned the tide of the battle. He pressed forward, leaving a trail of scorched and battered ogres in his wake.

As the battle continued, the remaining ogres began to falter in the face of Chris's relentless assault. Their roars of rage turned to cries of pain and fear as Chris pressed his advantage.

Chris engaged another ogre. He parried a powerful club strike with his flaming sword, using the flames to disarm his foe. With a quick and calculated move, he lunged forward, thrusting his fiery blade into the ogre's chest. The beast's eyes widened in shock before it collapsed to the ground, defeated.

The wind still encircled Chris, allowing him to maintain a fluid and agile fighting style. He dodged a charging ogre, its club smashing into the ground with a thunderous crash. Chris retaliated with a graceful spinning kick, knocking the ogre off balance. Before it could regain its footing, he slashed his flaming sword across its throat, ending its threat with a fiery blaze.

The remaining ogres, demoralized and in disarray, attempted one final charge. Chris, unwavering in his resolve, met them head-on. He spun his sword in a blazing arc, creating a barrier of flames that pushed the ogres back. With each fiery swing, the ogres were driven further into chaos.

In a final, brilliant display of his mastery, Chris summoned a cyclone of wind and fire, creating a devastating vortex that engulfed the ogres. They were lifted from the ground, their cries echoing through the battlefield. As the vortex dispersed, the ogres fell to the earth, defeated and broken.

Breathing heavily but victorious, Chris stood among the fallen ogres, his sword still radiating with fiery energy.

Chris then sighed heavily.

"I wonder what brother Ace is doing now"