Alchemist In The Apocalypse: Rise Of A Legend!

Perhaps I was getting a bit ahead of myself due to my growing powers. When I considered that the outcome of the battle depended on the powerful individuals on both sides, I also included myself in the mix. Apart from the emperor, my teammates were also in that category.

It wasn't just us I considered; I also considered a significant number of the emperor's subordinates. We were a formidable force, and I couldn't envision us landing in a precarious situation.

Frankly, the sole variable I regarded in this war was the ogre king. The display of power I witnessed that day left an indelible impression on me. While I knew the emperor was equally formidable, it had been a long time since then, and uncertainties lingered. Nevertheless, I wasn't particularly concerned about the ogre king's army.

There was the thought that the ogres would surely have a few powerful individuals apart from the ogre king. Maybe it was because I was often surrounded by powerful humans that I started to underestimate the other races aside from their leaders.

I had assumed that while the emperor fought with the ogre king, facing his army would be relatively easy. Wiping them out, or at least a significant number of them, should have been doable. However, it seems my powers made me get ahead of myself.

Sure, the old mage wasn't an ogre, but he was in their army. While I've basically confirmed that he doesn't hold a candle against me, considering how he brought a scroll of such power, I knew I should not underestimate him again.

The same applied to the ogres. When I took a quick glance around, I spotted a few powerful ogres engaged in battles against our own formidable fighters, including our second in command facing theirs. It was clear that no one had gained a visible advantage over the other at the moment.

The same applied to the ogres. When I took a quick glance around, I spotted a few powerful ogres engaged in battles against our own formidable fighters, including our second in command facing theirs. It was clear that no one had gained a visible advantage over the other at the moment.

The ogres were evidently prepared for this war.

Before I could dwell further, my senses screamed again, but this time, it was relatively less intense than before. I turned to look at the old mage and saw two glowing scrolls in his hands, with the old mage's wand hovering beside him.

'Just how many scrolls does he have, and where is he getting them from? Does he have a storage ring as well?'

From past experiences, encountering those two scrolls meant bad news, but their appearance brought more questions. The last scroll released a devastatingly powerful attack, capable of countering assaults from legendary creatures, indicating its immense value. Such scrolls were undoubtedly expensive if available in stores.

The old mage not only used a scroll of that calibre but also produced two more. While I doubted the newer scrolls matched the potency of the last one, I wasn't willing to underestimate them. Even if less powerful, their value remained high. If the old mage didn't possess these scrolls before the recent status update, then he likely obtained them from the store.

This indicated the ogres' significant investment in this war, urging me to take it far more seriously. I recalled the dwarves seeking Emma's assistance to purchase materials from the store. If these scrolls weren't the old mage's possessions and were acquired similarly, it suggested the ogre king was a much bigger threat than I had initially estimated.

I barely had time to think as the scrolls finally unleashed their sealed contents. Initially assuming they were two different scrolls, I quickly realised, seeing the twin thick lightning chains hurtling toward me, that getting entangled in them would be disastrous. That much was obvious.

Fortunately, we were already in the process of withdrawing the moment those scrolls were revealed. But due to the speed at which we had approached the ogre army ranks, coming to a complete halt took longer than changing directions, giving the old mage a head start.

As we swiftly flew back into the sky, the lightning chains chasing us made the tracking effect evident. Dodging would have been simpler if not for the distractions the old mage continued to throw at us. His relentless projectile assaults forced Blue and me into evasive manoeuvres that weren't in our favour.

We twisted and turned in mid-air, avoiding the crackling lightning chains that snaked their way towards us. Yet, despite our agile movements, the mage's relentless assault persisted. His barrage of projectiles filled the skies, leaving us with limited options for evasion. Each manoeuvre seemed to lead us closer to the looming threat of those lightning chains.

We could only continue dodging and weaving through the air. For the projectiles we couldn't evade, I countered with blasts of flames.

This intense aerial pursuit continued as we watched the mana from the scrolls fade away along with the lightning. When that happened, I decided it was time to end this cat-and-mouse game once and for all.

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