Chapter 573


    “Is that it?”


    As Donald drew a circle in the air, the floating bullets made a one-eighty turn.


    “You''re a Quattuor Ste Warrior!”


    Terrified, Svein attempted to hide behind Hamish, but Donald had already fired the bullets forward


    with a snap of his fingers. In the blink of an eye, Svein and the other four were peppered by bullets


    until mush was all that remained of them.


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    “Mr. Hamish... save me...”


    Svein reached out toward Hamish while lying in a pool of blood.


    He didn''t understand why thetter didn''t shield them from the barrage of bullets.


    As a Mortal Realm expert, he could''ve saved us if he wanted to.


    “Don''t touch me with your filthy hands.”


    A silver glint shed past, and Svein''s wrist was severed while a bloody cut appeared on his neck.


    Donald''s eyes narrowed upon realizing that Hamish''s weapon of choice was des.


    Even until his death, Svein never understood why Hamish wanted him dead. Nheless, Donald


    was cognizant that a young genius like Hamish would only view someone like Svein with disdain.


    “This is such a pleasant surprise. I didn''t expect the piece of trash the Campbell family kicked out to


    be a Quattuor Ste Warrior.”


    Visibly thrilled, Hamish added, “I''m sure you must have made unbelievable sacrifices to get where


    you are. Just the thought of destroying all your efforts alone is making me tremble in excitement.”


    As Hamish pointed his finger at Donald, a semi-circle shield that was formed entirely with des


    appeared behind him.


    Object maniption was a basic ability of experts from the Mortal Realm.


    To be able to control an object at will was a testament to the user''s tremendous mental energy and


    strength.


    An ordinary expert from the Mortal Realm couldn''t manipte more than three items at a single


    time, as each additional item exacted a heavy mental toll on the user.


    Consequently, Hamish''s ability to form a shield wall with arge number of des was more than


    just an impressive disy of his ability to wield arge number of objects.


    The tightness of the formation—evident from the glistening metal without any gaps in between—


    showcased his skill in maintaining the des in their respective positions.


    Unfazed by Hamish''s exhibition of his prowess, Donald sneered, “Fancy but futile.”


    The moment Hamish opened the five fingers of his right palm, the des forming the shield wall


    flew away in every direction, disappearing from Donald''s sight as if they were hiding on purpose.


    Nevertheless, Donald was well aware that the des were not hidden. Instead, they had turned in a


    horizontal ne where all one could see from the front was a narrow line. Therefore, when the


    des flew around at high speeds, one couldn''t spot them with the naked eye, creating the illusion


    that they had disappeared.


    Once again, Donald put up his transparent shield, but it didn''t evenst more than a second—it was


    destroyed the moment the des made contact.


    Left without a choice, Donald leaped back in rapid retreat. Unfortunately, his speed was still no


    match for that of the des which instantaneously sliced his outfit all over.


    “What now, you piece of trash? Are you going to continue being stubborn?” Hamish gloated.


    Truth be told, his des could fly at an even faster speed. It was just that he enjoyed toying with his


    prey.


    As Donald hid behind a pir, Hamish''s des paused their attacks after losing track of their target.


    However, Hamish was capable of using the des to seal all of Donald''s escape routes before he


    gradually walked up toward the pir.


    “Do you think you''re safe hiding back there? If I had wanted you dead, hiding behind a tank would


    make no difference.”


    No sooner had Hamish spoken than he felt a sudden yet strange aura being exuded from behind


    the pir.