Regardless of the identity of Count Willie, his rumored skills did not seem to be fake. In the face of such a close-range attack, he still managed to dodge at an almost impossible angle. Only a strand of hair on his forehead was burned to ashes by the high temperature of the plasma spear. This surprised Hao Ren.
But the surprise was only for a moment. Hao Ren's attack did not stop at all. As Willie dodged, he had already turned the spear around and stabbed at the man in front of him from another angle.
"You're very cunning," Hao Ren said while attacking. "You deliberately stood so close to me and said those words just to distract me so that the old man could launch a sneak attack, right? Tsk, tsk, your plan is quite successful."
The scorching plasma spear blade cut through the air, leaving a twisted mark in the air. Wherever the spear blade passed, the furniture was torn apart, the ground was set ablaze, and precious gold and silver tableware and porcelain softened and flowed down like beeswax in the flame. Willie was shocked by the power of this "ancient weapon" and broke out in a cold sweat. His body glowed with several colors of magic. These precious protective equipment were automatically activated by the residual power of the plasma, and it was because of the existence of these magical equipment that the count was not injured until now.
But his life was not much better. Hao Ren's attack was very skillful, and no matter how the count dodged, he could not escape the attack range of the spear. His fine clothes were damaged in many places, and his men, who were not far away, could only hold up their weapons for fear of accidentally injuring the count. They did not know how to intervene.
Such a predicament finally seemed to stimulate Count Willie's ruthlessness. When Hao Ren's spear came again, he suddenly burst into a beast-like roar and then forcibly rushed in a direction that had long been blocked.
Even Hao Ren was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events. His hands slowed down, and Count Willie had already barged his way out. There was a strange sound of burning flesh, and the Count let out a blood-curdling scream. But he had managed to get out of the danger zone.
An arm fell to the ground. Just a second ago, this arm belonged to Willy. Tyrian? It was Kant, but now he had become a lifeless piece of flesh. The high temperature of the plasma flame had evaporated the wound on his arm, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Count Willie staggered to the other side of the room with his arms crossed and roared, "Idiot! Don't just stand there! Let's go! "
At this time, the heavily armed assassins finally reacted. They roared in unison and charged forward without fear of death.
Hao Ren frowned. He could tell that these were trained warriors of death. Deterrence and pain were meaningless to them. He gripped the spear tightly in one hand and took out another weapon from his dimensional pocket: the inspector's gun.
A pitch-black dagger came from the side. It was Handel, the "ancient history expert" who had been sitting next to Lamore. This guy, who had pretended to be a scholar just now, was actually a brave warrior. As he swung his dagger down, the blade shone with crimson energy. Even the air was torn apart, making an ear-piercing scream.
Hao Ren raised his spear to block the powerful dagger, raised his psionic pistol with the other hand, and pulled the trigger without looking back.
There was a burst of blue light in the air, and the air suddenly fluctuated in an empty corner, and then a crystal blue figure fell from the air. The crystal figure looked like a man holding a crossbow. He was invisible and ready to launch a sneak attack, but now his face was full of shock, and his posture was still in the state of turning around to escape. He fell to the ground, and with a bang, he turned into dust.
Handel's dagger hit the plasma spear and burst into a bright spark. He felt as if he had hit a whole diamond. The arm of the "ancient guardian" in front of him did not move under such a strong impact. He immediately realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to retreat. Hao Ren turned around and kicked him.
Mr. Handel landed in several batches, the farthest one ten meters away from the nearest one.
However, more and more men of sacrifice still charged forward fearlessly.
These people disguised as scholars, whether they were mages or warriors, were now all bloodshot, as if they had fallen into some strange violent state. They roared and rushed up to block Hao Ren's way with their lives. Long and short weapons shining with all kinds of energy slashed down like water splashing water. This time, Hao Ren finally could not block all of them. His blocking and dodging ability had always been poor. In the face of group attacks, he usually used his faith to survive, and his faith was not good either. So at this moment, the Steel Membrane Shield on his body immediately sparkled.
The shield's capacity began to decrease, and the rate of decrease was faster than expected.
Hao Ren put the shield alarm message in the corner and sped up his attack. At this moment, a strange chant suddenly came from the side.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the black-robed Lamore, who looked like he had lost his life, had stood up and was chanting magic. There was a crystal bottle at the old wizard's feet, and some kind of medicinal liquid in the crystal bottle was still shining faintly.
The magic potion used by a wizard of this level was certainly not the magic potion used by apprentices. In fact, at his level, almost no foreign objects could quickly replenish his vast and infinite magic pool. The crystal bottle on the ground contained a forbidden drug, the Drop of the Abyss, a terrible substance from the depths of the Chaos. It was said to be the blood of a dragon soaked in Carnos' dark magic. The primitive energy contained in it could replenish almost any form of power loss, and it could be replenished at once. But this potion from the Chaos also had terrible side effects. Every time it was used, it would drag the user further into the dark side of the world. Usually, it only took three times for the person who drank the Drop of the Abyss to be directly swallowed by the Chaos.
Hao Ren did not know what the Drop of the Abyss was, but the moment he saw the bottle, he knew what was going on.
This old man is a Krypton warrior! That thing must be expensive!
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Lamore's spell finally ended.
The old wizard's instantaneous Scorching Ray had amazing power. This time, after the lengthy preparation of the spell and the enhancement of the Drop of the Abyss, the magic released was, of course, more terrifying. But the warriors besieging Hao Ren had no intention of dodging. Instead, they rushed up one by one, giving up all their moves and routines just to block their opponent's escape route.
If they were not enemies, Hao Ren would have praised them for their fearless fighting spirit.
Then he was hit by a dazzling white light.
"Origin Disintegration!" Lamore's hoarse roar came from behind the white light.
The disintegration ray swept across half of the hall like a storm. Wherever the white light shone, all matter began to disintegrate at the atomic level. Things seemed to disappear into thin air, turning into nothingness one by one in the light. The white light quickly passed Hao Ren's position and continued to spread behind him — the walls of the hall, the door, the corridor behind him, the garden outside the corridor, the waterwheel and river outside the garden, the horse farm, the grove …
The disintegration ray swept across half of the Kant Manor until it evaporated a small hill outside the manor.
The battlefield was beyond recognition.
Looking down from the air, a third of the Kant Manor had turned into fine white sand, and a huge fan-shaped area was spread on the ground like a cake that had been cut off. The end of this fan-shaped area was the hills on the south side of the manor, and the starting point was the east hall of the manor's main house. At the sharp corner of this "cake" was where Hao Ren stood.
Lamore's face was as pale as paper, and the wand in his hand turned into ashes as soon as he touched it. Several mages standing beside him had already fallen to the ground. These high-ranking mages were the "fuel" for the joint casting, and they were all burned out.
After the Ancient Guardian blocked his scorching ray unscathed, the old wizard knew that ordinary spells were useless against it. He decisively chose to use the "Origin Disintegration" beyond the limits of mortals. This spell was considered to be an extraordinary power beyond the rules, part of the authority of the gods. In Collow, there was nothing that could resist it — as long as the opponent was a mortal.
He stared at the white light in front of him that had not completely dissipated. The remaining three Black Warriors were also holding their swords and swords tightly as they waited nervously. Although they knew that no one could survive the disintegration ray, they were still worried that their nightmare would become a reality.
But the nightmare finally became a reality.
A hand stretched out of the white light. With a wave of the hand, the remaining energy of the disintegration ray was torn apart, and Hao Ren, who was still unscathed, walked out of it.
Magic immunity — only against certain types of magic, but once it was immune, the resistance was 100%.
Hao Ren looked at the battlefield around him and was shocked. "You even destroyed your own house when you were crazy?"
He then saw the half body of a man of sacrifice at his feet. The assassin was swept by the disintegration ray, and half of his body disappeared. "You even killed your teammates when you were crazy?!"
Finally, he saw Lamore, who was tottering in front of him. The old wizard finally could not hold on any longer. A stream of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground.
"You even hit yourselves when you were crazy?!"
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