Chapter 1259 - You Even Hurt Yourselves? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Whatever the true identity of Count Willie was, he was really agile. Facing the thrust at such close range, he narrowly avoided it at an almost impossible angle. Only a strand of hair on his forehead was burned to ashes by the heat of the plasma blade. This surprised Hao Ren.

Hao Ren’s attack did not stop. As Willie dodged, he turned his lance and lunged at him from another direction.

“You’re very cunning,” Hao Ren said as he attacked. “You intentionally kept a close distance while we spoke to divert my attention so that the old man could make a sneak attack, right?”

The searing plasma blade cut through the air, leaving a twisted trail. The furniture was torn apart, the floor burst into flames, and the precious silverware as well porcelain softened and flowed like wax. Willie was shocked by the power of this “ancient weapon”. His body was shining with colorful magic lights because the precious protective devices had been activated automatically by the plasma’s heat. Therefore, he had not been injured so far.

Nevertheless, the fight was not over. Hao Ren was so skilled in his attack that no matter how Willie tried, he could not escape the lance. His fine clothes were torn, and his men, fearing that they would hurt him by accident, could only hold back. They were not sure how to intervene.

Such a dilemma finally forced Count Willie to show his true colors. When Hao Ren’s lance struck again, he suddenly burst into a roar like a wild animal and forced his way through a blocked path.

Even Hao Ren was stunned by his actions. Count Willie managed to break his way out, and the count’s miserable screams were accompanied by a strange sound of burning flesh. However, he got out of the danger zone successfully.

Count Willie’s arm fell to the ground, but the heat of the plasma fire dried up the wound on the arm. Not a drop of blood was left.

He stumbled across the room and bellowed, “You fools! Don’t just stand there! Fight!”

Only then did the heavily-armed killers roared and charged forward bravely.

Hao Ren frowned. He knew that they were trained warriors, and deterrence as well as pain meant nothing to them. So he took out another weapon: the inspector’s pistol.

A black dagger cleaved in from the side. It was Handel. The “expert on ancient history” was actually a warrior. As the dagger fell, its blade shone with crimson light and produced a sharp, piercing noise.

Hao Ren raised his lance to stop the knife. Then, he lifted his pistol and pulled the trigger without looking back.

A blue glow burst out into the air, followed by a sudden fluctuation of air in an empty corner. The next second, a clear blue crystal figure fell down. The crystal figure looked like a man holding a crossbow. He had hidden himself in preparation for a sneak attack, but he now had a shocked look on his face. He wanted to turn and run away, instead, he ended up falling to the ground and shattering into dust.

Handel’s dagger hit the plasma lance and burst into a bright spark. He felt like he was cutting a diamond. Seeing that Hao Ren did not move his arm even from such a strong impact, he knew at once that something was wrong, but it was too late to pull back. Hao Ren’s leg was already on him.

Soon after, he fell to the ground in pieces.

However, more warriors were still rushing forward without fear.

Those who disguised themselves as scholars, whether they were wizards or warriors, had bloodshot eyes as if they were caught in some kind of strange frenzy. They roared as they rushed up to block Hao Ren’s way with their lives. Weapons that shone with all kinds of energy splashed down like water. This time, Hao Ren could not block all of them. His ability to block and dodge had always been poor, so the Steel Membrane Shield on his body immediately glinted.

The shield’s capacity began to drop a little faster than expected.

Hao Ren sped up his attack. Just then, an obscure and strange chant suddenly rang from the side.

He looked around and saw that Lamore had risen. He was chanting some spells, and a crystal bottle was lying at the old wizard’s feet. Some kind of liquid medication in the crystal bottle was glowing.