Seymour looked at Wilbur's armor and said coldly, "l guess you have sskill."
"That's only natural, but your science-based weapon doesn't seem that impressive," Wilbur mocked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeymour'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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhas 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
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