Chapter 1259 - You Even Hurt Yourselves?

Chapter 1259: You Even Hurt Yourselves?
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.
The potions used by a wizard of his level were certainly not common potions. In fact, ordinary potions could no longer replenish the vast pool of mana quick enough. The crystal bottle contained a forbidden drug, the Abyssal Tear. It was a terrible thing to come from the depths of Chaos. It was said to be dragon’s blood steeped in the dark magic of Carnos. The raw energy contained in it could supplement almost any form of power loss at once. However, this drug had terrible side effects. With each use, it dragged the user further into the dark side of the world. It usually took only three attempts before the drinker of the drug was directly consumed by the Chaos.
Hao Ren did not know anything about the Abyssal Tear, but he knew what was happening the moment he saw the bottle.
This old man was a goddamn microtransaction whale! And that was definitely not an ordinary magic potion!
After a lengthy spell preparation and an increase in the Abyssal Tear, the magic unleashed by the old wizard possessed greater lethality. Yet, the warriors besieging Hao Ren had no intention of evading it. They rushed up one by one to block Hao Ren’s evacuation route.


Such a brave fighting spirit… Hao Ren really wanted to praise them. If only they were not his enemies.
Then, Hao Ren was hit by a dazzling white light.

The Disintegration of Origin!
Lamore’s hoarse roar came after the white light.
The disintegrating rays swept through the hall like a storm. Where the white light struck, all matter began to disintegrate at the atomic level. One by one, everything turned into nothingness in the light, as though vanishing into thin air. The white light soon passed Hao Ren and continued to spread behind him—the walls, the doors, the long corridor behind him, the garden outside the corridor, the waterwheel, the river in the garden, the horse farm, and the grove…
The disintegrating rays swept through half the Kant Estate until they vaporized a small hill outside the estate.
Now, the battlefield was beyond recognition.
Looking down from above, a third of the Kant Estate had turned into fine white sand. A huge fan-shaped area lay on the ground like a slice of cake. The sector ended in the hills to the south of the estate and began in the east hall of the main house. At the sharp corner of the cake was where Hao Ren stood.
Lamore was as pale as paper, and his wand had turned to ashes. Several mages who stood beside him earlier had already fallen to the ground. These high-ranking mages were burned as the
fuel
for his chanting.
When Hao Ren fended off the searing rays without getting harmed, the old wizard knew that ordinary magic had no effect on Hao Ren. He immediately used
the Disintegration of Origin
, which was beyond mortal limit. This spell was believed to be an extraordinary force beyond natural laws and was part of the authority of the gods. In Collow, no mortal could withstand it.
The old wizard stared at the white light before his eyes. The three remaining warriors also waited nervously, clutching their swords. Although they knew no one could have survived the disintegrating rays, they feared that their nightmare would come true.


Lo and behold, their nightmare did come true.
A hand emerged from the white light. It waved and ripped apart the residual energy of the disintegrating rays. Hao Ren had come out of it unharmed.
He had magic immunity.
Hao Ren was shocked when he looked around.
You’re crazy! You’ve torn down your own home!

Then he saw the partial bodies of some of the warriors. The assassin was caught in the disintegrating rays, and half of his body had disappeared.
You killed your teammates?!

Lastly, Hao Ren saw Lamore staggering ahead. The old wizard had finally given up. Drops of black blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground.

And you even hurt yourself?!