Chapter 293: Bullet of Angry

Even though the wild lion forged by the great golden general himself has long disappeared in the waking world, and almost only exists in museums and historical documents.

But there are still various kinds of lion hunting weapons circulating in the market of the secret world today. The variety is enough to dazzle any invisible art apprentice who wants to purchase a suitable weapon for himself.

Lion hunting weapons... have become a kind of well-known signboard. As long as a weapon can be named lion hunting, it can prove the sharpness and ferocity of this weapon.

The ancient pine lion hunting bow, shaped like a huge deformed animal horn, may be taken from the horn of an extinct beast... but it is more likely to be taken from the bone mold freshly baked last week.

The rusty heavy sword still seems to have power, as if drinking the lion's blood can unlock the seal of rust... But if you really believe the seller's words, your stupid head must have been swallowed by the lion before you wield this blade and drink the lion's hot blood.

The retro thick-barreled matchlock musket, with the multi-winged judge mark engraved on the butt grip, is equipped with metal mixed with nickel iron... This should be the most common blade weapon in the secret world today, but the large number must be mixed with uneven quality.

The exquisite lion hunting revolver, the forger combines the cutting-edge technology of today's era with the mysterious skills of ancient times in an imaginative way, so that each bullet fired can have the power of casting, blade and opening, and it is sure to penetrate the hard skin of the savage lion... But there is also a high probability that it will explode and tear the flesh of the gun holder.

But most of these weapons are just in name only, just imitations made by some small esoteric workshops to follow the trend.

Just like every time a new piece of furious silver appears, the black market in the secret world will have many possible treasure maps or possible dusty sword fragments overnight... But the possibility is very small. Instead of believing the exaggerated words of unscrupulous merchants, it is better to hope that the sky will rain gems.

But the lion hunting gun that Winfreys got from the auction house is different... This thick-barreled flintlock gun is a genuine lion hunting gun, a lion hunting gun with real combat records.

The claw scratches engraved on the gun body are from an old male lion that has aged to the point of degeneration. The claw marks left by the other party at the time of death still contain the power of fury.

When the finger touches the broken multi-winged mark on the belly, it seems that you can feel the struggle between savagery and cunning, and the anger and pain when the lion died also remain in the gun body.

Whenever someone holds this gun, a constant stream of rage will surge in their hearts, a rage that is enough to burn everything!

Just like Emma at this moment, the corners of her upturned mouth are twitching uncontrollably, and the creepy laughter hides unquestionable rage!

Her eyes penetrated the layers of emerald roots that surged like waves, and looked directly at the thick emerald pillars in the dark green gaps.

In order to facilitate emergency retrieval in special situations, the tunnels of the secret warehouse in the material room were designed not to be deep, and there were not too many twists and turns, so Emma's eyes easily penetrated the shadows between the tunnels and looked into the eyes of the surprised tree-knotted human face.

Facing the surging fluorescent green tide, she did not dodge or retreat, and the smile on her face became more and more determined, more and more fanatical, more and more crazy, and more and more terrifying.

It was like waving a heavy hammer inlaid with rugged spikes, wantonly waving her happiness.

It was like pulling the trigger with a sharp barb under the fingertip to release her happiness.

The soft fingertip gently pressed on the sharp barb, and the hot blood slowly flowed out, but strangely it did not flow down, but was greedily sucked by the dry wood-like gun handle.

The resentment and murderous intent in the blood made the mark of the multi-winged judge flap its wings gently, and the dark and broken gun body began to flow with a faint sharp cold light, as if countless small knives that were difficult to distinguish were slashing around the barrel.

The continuous silver blade light flowed to the white and delicate arm of the gunman in an instant, leaving one fine blood mark after another, as if an invisible blade had slashed through... Although the blood marks were shallow, the pain was extremely fierce, as if she was being cut into pieces by a thousand knives. The pain of the flesh being torn apart inch by inch was far more intense than when Emma had suffered the bite of the moth before!

But although the multi-winged ones like to take away the souls of heroes, they like fighting and struggling more. Just like the masters they serve, they also love destruction, destruction, destruction!

Emma looked at the angry face that was deformed like a tree tumor a hundred yards away, and looked at the emerald roots that stood up like snakes in front of her. Her eyes began to brew negative light as dense as mucus.

The girl felt that the sharp blade had already climbed to her shoulder, and the pain of her skin and flesh was almost destroying her nerves!

Although such pain is far from her limit... Compared with the experience of her young and ignorant sister being bewitched and bullied by Winfreys, what is such pain? !

Although such scars are far from moving her, compared with the humiliation and shame that Winfreys inflicted on Crovitte, what is such a scar? !

Unfortunately, my will has not yet reached its limit, and my body can no longer bear it... If this ball of knife light continues to rise, the nervous system in my arm will be seriously damaged... I will not be able to pull the trigger completely!

The girl resolutely raised her head and looked directly at the face that once made her tremble with fear. The corners of her mouth rose even more exaggeratedly, and the pear dimples at the corners of her mouth seemed to bloom more and more, as if being torn apart by a rotating drill blade. open.

"Winfreth Morgan, go to hell!!!"

Ouch——

Drinking enough blood, enough anger, enough resentment, and enough pain, the mark of the Many-Winged One suddenly rotated rapidly, bursting out with some kind of extremely angry and painful beast roar!

The five blade-like wings are circling rapidly, like a saw gear, like a millstone turning, like... the five wings will also be shattered in the high-speed self-rotation, and each blade wing will disintegrate and fly out.

It was only then that the dark red flint inside the antique firearm was finally willing to scratch down, hitting the fire door hard, igniting furious sparks, igniting the black crystal gunpowder of revenge, and the roar of the destructive projectile mixed with bone powder from the fangs of the mad lion. Rush out of the gun chamber! ! !

The unruly and vicious projectiles are unwilling to obey the physical laws of the waking world!

It ran rampant unscrupulously, like a scarred but extremely angry old wolf, waving its sharp claws that could tear everything apart, rushing left and right to tear apart all the obstacles in front of it! Tear them all into pieces! ! !

The twisted and knotted emerald roots exploded in an instant, bursting into countless crystal fragments, rotten and smelly juice splashing everywhere, and the heterochromatic light flowing inside the roots was torn into tiny raindrops of light... …shameless! Dirty! How dare a despicable traitor act in the name of the radiance? ! !

How dare you tarnish the purity of the glow like this? ! !

Blasphemy! Blasphemy! After all, it is irreversible! ! !

The emerald roots in front of me were completely unable to calm down the fury of the bone-white projectiles. It even trembled with this extreme anger. The cold air had ripples visible to the naked eye, and the scars remaining in the air lingered for a long time!

It was just a short moment before his thoughts could start running, and the pain of broken roots hadn't even had time to be transmitted back to the tree body.

The bone-white projectile that shouted destruction, destruction, destruction had already crashed into the bright green emerald tree, piercing the face of the deformed tree tumor.

The huge emerald tree's movement of devouring believers stopped abruptly, and all the emerald roots were stagnant in the air, as if falling into true deathly silence.

I originally thought that Duo Yi was the colonel's son, but Operation Lin Owl turned out to be a secret from Split Wolf Side...