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.

Ray

rate was something

putting your life

was possible that she would not have been able to escape

that ignored one's level was even

made sniper rifle. It added the ability to

of spells or spiritual energy, making it

had some brilliant ideas, as

at least

any Tom, Dick, and Harry could

most realistic embodiment of power brought

too confident? Did you think you could deal with me with just the Death Ray?" "Let's see how you overcome the Death Ray,

armor needed three billion dollars. Those bullets had all been made one

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

just the cost of use, completely neglecting the cost of making

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