Novel & Cerita Arcane Jinx Grenades

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]

She stopped flying away and created a shield with her light energy and hid behind it as several arrows struck it but weren't able to break through it. As Hannah remained crouched behind her shield, she looked down and noticed the purple sparks coming from down below and instantly became worried. "A dampener," She said. With incredible speed, Hannah sped back down to the bottom to help her husband because she was certain that Gentel must have been the one to have used the grenade and if she had made contact with Garin, it meant that he was defenceless against her. Just as she was about to reach the ground, the dampener expired and the purple energy coming out of it seized. Fawn spun her sword

Cassidy could lengthen it if she needed to, but it sounded like she had another idea. Jo dug into her bag of tricks and managed to produce three silver nitrate grenades. She didn’t think she had that many, but she was glad she did. She gave one to Brandon, one to Zane, and readied the third herself. The men spread out so they could hit the Vampires on the perimeter. For all they knew, there were a million more Vampires inside of the cave, but for now, this might help them put some distance between themselves and the monsters.

he shook his head, "This could still be a random attack. Could even be a vigilante vampire who overheard and decided he could take you." "He still escaped, Jake," Izzie sighed, "If you are right and it was a vigilante that didn't tell anyone else, then hell sure as hell be going to tell them now." "He won't get far," Jake assured her, "I had jelly beans already loaded, silver nitrate will be coursing around his system now, he won't get far before it hits his heart." Jelly beans were a sort of ammunition they used. They were small silver balls, that were filled with silver nitrate. They were designed to pop a few seconds after an impact, releasing the silver nitrate into the system.

Ben Carter stared in horror at the horde rushing towards them like zombies outside the window. “Jack!” Aria suddenly screamed, “Right! Three o’clock! High energy! It’s the Council’s ‘puppet’!” A group of men in black, blending into the National Guard, ignored the chaotic gangsters, moving with ghostly speed, raising a specially made weapon that gleamed with silver light! “It’s ‘Aconite’ poison gas and ‘Silver Core’ armor-piercing rounds!” Jack instantly recognized the weapons; they were specifically designed for hunting werewolves!

The murderous, lethal fury in his obsidian eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a desperate, frantic need to ensure she was safe. He lowered his weapon, taking a massive step toward her. But as Julian turned his back on the broken mercenary, Marcus made his final, fatal play. Marcus reached into a hidden pouch on his tactical webbing. He pulled out a small, heavy metallic cylinder equipped with a flashing red digital timer. It was not a conventional explosive. It was a localized, high frequency electromagnetic pulse grenade. "If the Vanguard cannot have the master key," Marcus spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete, his thumb hovering directly over the detonator switch, "then no one can.

Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them. Skidding to a halt, Vivaldi snaps a Hunter's neck like a dry twig, the sickening crack echoing through the night. With a grunt, he yanks an arrow from his shoulder and sends it hurtling back toward the group, piercing a Hunter's eye with a grotesque squelch. One by one, he takes them down with the brutal efficiency of a supernatural hitman. In a desperate bid for survival, one Hunter yells, "Evergardenade!" My eyes widen in alarm—I know exactly what that means. It's the Misty Evergarden Grenade, a potent weapon designed to incapacitate even the m

She saw the devilish smile on Trixie's face and knew she was about to do something that was going to pissed Mina off, and that's when she saw it. “Oh Mina is about to kill Trixie this time.” Shawna whispered as everything around them seem like it was in slow motion. “ Trixie pulled two grenades out her coat and used her teeth to pull the pins. “HEY MINA BATTER UP!” Trixie yelled as she threw both grenades at the same time. Mina turned around hearing Trixie yell already knowing whatever she was doing was about to be fucked up. As soon as she turned her head back to look at Trixie, she saw the grenades flying through the air. Onyx saw them too and started to run away from the creature as Mina

He pointed to the north region of the map. "We'll enter from the East, where their security is relatively close to nothing. And that's where we use our arrows. At least that will save us strength." I nodded as he continued to explain. "You know this fire thing you're starting will only draw the attention of many werewolves." I pointed out. A devilish smile sprung to life on his face. "That is where the Grenade part comes in. And trust me this are not ordinary Grenades. It contains silver dust. Hence once it explodes, any werewolf who inhales around it's surrounding will become temporarily weak. Giving us the upper hand."

She stepped forward again. Alec growled. “Zara—” “I know what I’m doing,” she snapped. Then she knelt. Directly in front of Juliette. Face to face. The smell of sulfur and old perfume surrounded them. Zara reached into her boot and removed a sleek, black device—EMP grenade, military-grade. Roman whispered into her earpiece, “You’ll have ten seconds. Tops.” “Just enough,” she replied. She pressed the activation trigger and slid the grenade under Juliette’s chair.