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.

Death Ray

seventy percent fatality rate was something no one dared to

you would be putting

incredibly strong. Eileen thought to herself that it was possible that she would not have

Death Ray that ignored

rifle. It added the ability to lock

need for any casting of spells or spiritual energy, making

Seymour definitely had

that would need at least 40 billion

something any Tom, Dick, and Harry could

embodiment of power

the gun, Wilbur said calmly, "Don't you think you're getting too confident? Did you think you could deal with me with just the Death Ray?"

dollars. Those bullets had all been made one by one by alchemists. It took time and effort, so the price

more money. It needed a

completely neglecting the

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