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

seventy percent fatality rate was something no

all, you would be putting

that it was possible that she would not have been able

Ray that ignored one's level was even more

made sniper rifle. It added the ability to lock onto a

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

definitely had some

at least 40 billion to

not something any Tom, Dick, and

the most realistic embodiment of power brought about by

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

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

would cost him way more money.

completely neglecting the cost

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