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In just a few minutes, several amulets were made.

Rhodes put the amulets away.

Suddenly he remembered something and took out his weapon from his personal space.

A double-barreled shotgun the length of his forearm.

"Weapons also need to be strengthened."

When facing the werewolf transformed by the witch before, he found that the power of this gun was a bit too weak.

When dealing with ordinary werewolves, it was barely able to kill them with one shot. When dealing with the werewolf transformed by the witch, two shots to the head only caused a little injury to the opponent, which was not fatal at all.

This is only against werewolves.

Although the strength of werewolves is good, they are not ranked among the many magical creatures.

The legendary griffins, cyclops and other high-level magical creatures, any one of them can easily kill werewolves.

Not to mention those dragons that can destroy a country with a thought.

With just this shotgun in his hand, he wants to kill a dragon?

He should laugh out loud if he can break the hard dragon scales on the opponent.

Although he may not encounter���This is a powerful magical creature, but you must be prepared for any eventuality.

"Since one shotgun can't kill it, then get a few more."

Rod stroked his chin gently.

He didn't believe there was anything that couldn't be killed.

What dragons, heavenly masters, demons.

If they couldn't be killed, the only explanation was that the firepower was not strong enough.

Truth is only within the range of artillery. If shotguns can't kill, then use missiles.

If missiles can't kill, then use nuclear bombs.

Even gods will die as long as there is enough firepower.

Can't handle it?

That only means that the firepower is not enough.

He can't get a few missiles, but he can get a few shotguns.

As long as you have money, you can buy more or less.

This is the beacon of freedom.

He rode his bike to the city and bought a second-hand pickup truck.

Rod asked around and found a less formal gun store, and directly purchased a batch of legal guns.

Although the owner of the gun store looked at him a little strangely, there was no reason to let go of the big fat sheep that came to his door. He directly cleared out a wave of gun inventory.

When he got home, Rod looked at the pickup truck, and there were several The car was almost full of guns.

I have to sigh that buying a gun in the Lighthouse Country is as easy as buying vegetables in the supermarket.

Moreover, the price is extremely cheap.

A small-caliber pistol only costs about one hundred dollars.

A slightly better revolver is only two or three hundred dollars.

Most rifles are more than five hundred dollars, but no more than one thousand dollars.

Only the price of sniper rifles is a little more expensive, costing thousands of dollars.

He only spent a few hundred thousand dollars to buy this car of guns. He unloaded the guns from the car and classified them by type.

Pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, rifles.

Rhodes selected the pile of pistols and started to sacrifice directly.

Although the power of the shotgun is terrifying, most of the time, pistols are more practical.

Small in size, and the lethality is limited.

Unlike a shotgun, the killing range is not as wide, and it is easy to accidentally injure others.

With so many guns, I don't know what can be sacrificed.

"Sacrifice!"

Swish!"

A ray of light flashed in the dim room.

Dozens of pistols of different models were piled up in front of Rhodes.

As the sacrifice ability was activated, all the pistols disappeared instantly.

A ball of dark light bloomed in Rhodes' hand and slowly condensed into a black revolver.

On the black gun body, there were red spiral patterns.

It looked charming and deadly.

He sacrificed a bunch of guns, and he got such a gun?

Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up the black revolver on the ground.

It was heavy!

It looked no different from an ordinary revolver, but it weighed at least three times that of an ordinary revolver.

Fortunately, his current physique was inhuman, and such a small weight was not a burden for him.

However, what's the use of just the weight of the gun?

In the end, it still depends on the power of the bullet.

Rhodes looked strange.

The essence of the sacrifice ability is equal exchange. The value of the sacrificed and the obtained is equal.

Sacrificing dozens of guns and getting one gun in return is not an equal transaction.

He has sacrificed so many times. , this is the first time I have encountered such a situation.

Rhodes thought, opened a box of bullets, picked up six bullets and put them into the revolver one by one.

After the revolver was full of bullets, he looked at a big tree outside the window.

He raised his hand to aim and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a low gunshot, Rhodes saw a faint glow of red pattern on the gun body.

Fire burst!

A bullet flew out.

Boom!

The moment the bullet hit the tree, it directly pierced the thick tree trunk.

Hiss!

Feeling the slight tingling from his wrist, Rhodes was surprised.

He came to the big tree and looked at the fist-sized hole on the tree.

Obviously, this is not the damage that an ordinary revolver can cause.

This power is probably comparable to a large-caliber sniper rifle, right?

Rhodes recalled the moment he just fired the gun.

It seems that there is an unknown force attached to the bullet, making the bullet faster.

Moreover, even the power of the bullet has been enhanced.

An ordinary revolver can actually burst out with such power.

Did he directly create a magic weapon?