Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 172: Scary Ophelia

The battlefield was ablaze with the fiery energy of Alfred’s Flame Domain. The flames intensified, making the air shimmer with heat, as Alfred and his underlings, their power augmented, launched a barrage of flame-based attacks at Ophelia and Drakina.

Alfred, his face twisted into a smirk of arrogance, mocked them amidst the chaos. "Is this too hot for you to handle?" he taunted, his voice dripping with derision as he unleashed a series of fiery assaults.

Despite the ferocity of Alfred’s attacks, Ophelia and Drakina remained largely unaffected. Ophelia dodged the incoming flames with agile grace, her movements fluid and playful. She looked over at Drakina and shouted over the roar of the flames, "Hey, you take the big boss! I’ll deal with his little minions."

Drakina, her expression as stoic as ever, nodded in response. She moved towards Alfred with a calm, measured pace, her eyes locked on him, ready to engage.

Meanwhile, Ophelia engaged the underlings with her characteristic mix of craziness and skill. She laughed as she evaded their attacks, her guns firing in quick succession. "Come on, is that all you’ve got?" she jeered, her words mocking their efforts.

Alfred, focusing on Drakina, unleashed a series of powerful fire attacks. "Let’s see how you handle this, stoic one!" he shouted, his flame attacks growing in intensity.

Drakina countered each of Alfred’s strikes with precision, her weapon movements calculated and efficient. Her face remained impassive, but her actions spoke of her formidable skills as a warrior.

The battle raged on, with the Ascendants trying desperately to overpower the two women. The flames crackled and danced around them, creating a surreal, dangerous backdrop to the intense combat.

Alfred, growing more frustrated with Drakina’s resilience, intensified his attacks. "You’re tough, I’ll give you that. But I’m just getting started!" he bellowed, a mixture of admiration and annoyance in his voice.

Ophelia, meanwhile, continued to toy with Alfred’s underlings, her laughter echoing amidst the chaos. She moved with an effortless grace, her twin guns blazing as she took down one Ascendant after another.

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In the midst of the blazing battlefield, Ophelia was a whirlwind of motion as she engaged Alfred’s underlings. Each of them wielded flame-related abilities: flame swords, flame fists, flame throwers, and flame bullets – a variety of fiery attacks designed to overwhelm any opponent. Yet, despite their ferocity, all of Alfred’s underlings were Tier 3, and Ophelia was more than a match for them.

Dancing around the flames, Ophelia hadn’t even resorted to using her Elemental Cascade yet. Instead, she was relying on her basic weapons, creations of her own ability, Cybernetic Central. She switched seamlessly between twin guns, rifles, shotguns, and cannons, a smirk playing on her lips as she effortlessly countered their attacks.

"Is that all you’ve got? It’s like a warm-up exercise for me!" Ophelia taunted, her voice filled with amusement. She dodged a Flame Sword with a graceful sidestep and then quickly turned, firing her shotgun directly at an approaching underling.

Even though she was outnumbered, Ophelia’s power was overwhelming. She moved with such agility and precision that the underlings struggled to keep up with her. As the battle progressed, Alfred’s Tier 3 underlings began to tire, their movements growing slower and more laboured.

Ophelia laughed mockingly as she observed their faltering efforts. "Come on, guys, don’t tell me you’re getting tired already!" she jeered, firing her cannon and knocking back several underlings with a single shot.

The underlings regrouped, trying to coordinate their attacks, but Ophelia was always one step ahead. She used the terrain to her advantage, leaping over fallen debris and sliding under sweeping flame attacks.

Every now and then, she would glance over to where Drakina was engaged in combat with Alfred, a playful glint in her eyes. "Hope you’re having as much fun as I am, Drakina!" she called out, firing off a round from her rifle.

The underlings, now visibly exhausted and outmatched, began to falter under Ophelia’s relentless assault. Her energy seemed boundless, her laughter and mocking words echoing through the Flame Domain, a stark contrast to the desperate efforts of Alfred’s men.

While the battle in the Death Land raged on, but Ophelia, amidst the fiery chaos, was beginning to feel a sense of boredom. With a dramatic sigh, she declared, "Alright, let’s finish this."

The red-clad underlings of Alfred, although uncertain and visibly shaken by Ophelia’s overwhelming strength, rallied their courage to continue the fight. They charged at her together, hoping their combined force would be enough.

But Ophelia just smirked at their effort. "Too slow," she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. With a nimble leap, she easily evaded their joint attack. In the air, she activated her Elemental Cascade, choosing to use simple water element bullets this time. The twin guns materialized in her hands, sleek and deadly.

She landed gracefully and, without a moment’s hesitation, turned and shot one of the men in the head from behind. The suddenness of her attack sent shock waves through the remaining underlings. Their faces twisted in fear, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Wh-what is she?" one of the underlings stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

But Ophelia wasn’t done yet. Her movements became a blur, her speed almost supernatural. She appeared in front of two underlings standing in a line and quickly switched her weapon to shotgun mode. With a single, powerful blast, she took them both out.

The underlings’ expressions were frozen in terror as they fell, their last thoughts filled with disbelief at the speed and ferocity of Ophelia’s attack.

Moving swiftly, Ophelia then shifted to sniper mode. She aimed and fired, taking out another underling with deadly precision. The speed and efficiency of her attacks were terrifying, and the remaining underlings began to falter, their resolve crumbling under the weight of her relentless assault.

Their faces were etched with fear, and their voices were filled with panic. "We can’t beat her... she’s too strong!" another underling cried out, his voice breaking.

Ophelia laughed maniacally at their fear, enjoying the chaos she was creating. "Come on, don’t give up now! The fun’s just getting started!" she mocked, her eyes alight with a wild, crazed excitement.

The underlings were now in full retreat, their initial bravado replaced by a desperate desire to escape Ophelia’s wrath. But Ophelia, reveling in her power, continued her ruthless pursuit, picking them off one by one with her diverse arsenal.