Chapter 1206

Seymour looked at Wilbur's armor and said coldly, "I guess you have some skill."

"That's only natural, but your science-based weapon doesn't seem that impressive," Wilbur mocked.

Seymour's face turned red in anger as he pulled out a strange-looking sniper rifle that was over two meters in length from his box.

That sniper was silver in color, with a smooth, slender barrel and a large magazine.

Seymour the rifle against his shoulder as he immediately aimed it at Wilbur.

Suddenly, a black spot appeared on Wilbur's body.

Seymour shouted viciously, "Brat, taste my Death Ray."

"Trevor, the Death Ray is a high-level spell. No matter what level you're at, there's a seventy percent rate of death. Seymour's rifle has already locked into you. You won't be able to avoid it. Do you think you'll really be that lucky to survive with just a mere thirty percent chance?"

Ferris had a radiant smile on his face.

Eileen suddenly frowned.

power of the Death Ray was something

was

all, you would be putting your life on the

was possible

Death Ray that ignored one's level

that specially made sniper rifle. It

the need for any casting of spells or spiritual energy, making it a high-level spell that could

that Seymour definitely had

would need at least 40 billion to

something any Tom, Dick, and Harry could

embodiment of power

me with just

of his explosive armor needed three billion dollars. Those bullets had all been made one by one by alchemists. It took time and

would cost him way more money. It needed a whole ten billion dollars to fire one

the cost of use, completely neglecting the cost

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