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

seventy percent fatality rate was something

all, you would be putting

herself that it was possible that she

ignored one's level was even more

Death Ray into that specially made sniper rifle. It added the ability to lock

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

that Seymour definitely had some brilliant ideas,

would need at

not something any Tom, Dick, and

was the most realistic embodiment of power

said 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 was

explosive armor needed three billion dollars. Those bullets had all been made one by one by alchemists. It took time and effort, so the price was naturally

him way more money.

cost of use, completely neglecting the cost of making the