Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

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.

of the Death Ray was something no

percent fatality rate was something no

putting your life on

weapon just now was already incredibly strong. Eileen thought to herself that it was possible that she would

ignored one's level was

the Death Ray into that specially made sniper rifle. It

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

be said that Seymour definitely had some brilliant ideas, as well

would need at

any Tom, Dick, and Harry

embodiment of power

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

had all been made one by one by alchemists. It took time and

of the gun would cost him way more money. It needed

just the cost of use, completely neglecting the cost of