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.

the Death Ray was something no one

fatality rate was

all, you would be putting your life on

herself that it was possible that she would not have been able to escape death

Ray that ignored one's

rifle. It added the ability to lock

energy, making it a high-level spell that could be shot

Seymour definitely had some brilliant ideas, as

at least 40 billion to

was not something any Tom, Dick, and Harry could pull

embodiment of power brought about

calmly, "Don't you think you're getting too confident? Did you think you could deal with me with just the Death Ray?" "Let's see how you overcome the Death Ray, then!" Seymour retorted angrily. This time, he

dollars. Those bullets had all been made one by one by alchemists. It

more money. It needed

completely

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