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And then—I SWEAR—his divine weapon twitched. TWITCHED. I screamed. He turned, ameused and wet, and said, “Did you just scream at my manhood?” I slapped the water. “I did not scream at it. I screamed because it moved! It was like it had a personality!” He smirked. “It likes you.” I was half-mortified, half-ready to test the stormproof rating of his lips. “Don’t look at it if it offends you.” “Oh, it doesn’t offend me. It threatens national security.”

Of course, this weapon had to be aimed with precision. He also designed the graviton, a device that uses the magnetic force of two particular metals to pull a werewolf down toward the other metal. He was also the inventor of the terrorizer. The soldier's weapon of choice. The metal clasped around the werewolf's neck, compelling it to revert to human form or risk being choked.

"Ooooh, this one's a WEAPON. A real one. Next time they pounce, pull the string—let's see who's still laughing! Ahahaha!" I clutched all their random junk and bawled harder. Damn psychos... they actually care.

"You sure you're going to do it yourself, sir?" Lion shuddered as he watched Theo sharpen the Cold Steel Recon 1, one of his most deadly self-defense weapons, a folding knife. "I can accompany you, sir." "No need." A cold aura radiated freely from his master's adonis face. Lion lowered his head, used to rejections like the one he had just received. "Is there any special report from the Amerald regarding the headquarters and subsidiary companies?"

They knew anyone with a weapon could be deadly. I half expected her grin to be fanged. “You’re all so imaginative in the game of death. But Andre is mine.” Patrick, poor, naïve bastard, asked, “What if you regret it?” Caterina looked around at the assorted weapons I’d gathered over the years—everything from guns to knives to brass knuckles. She lingered over the classic handgun. If she knew how to wield a shotgun, then she knew how to fire a handgun. But had she killed anyone before?

Otherwise, you'll regret it! When Caelum said that, he took out a specially made firearm and slammed it on the table before him. The firearms were a genetic weapon made from Country A. It was specially created to counter martial arts warriors, and they were incredibly terrifying. Harvey did not even glance at it and said, "Gaspar's getting old, and he's exploiting his age. But seeing that we're supposed to pay respect to our elderly, I won't kill him. But for you… Do you think I'm too scared to kill you?"

Cakra then turns three of his right arms into the cannon, Gatling, and rifle, and he shoots the guy in the midair with three of them that he falls to the ground. The guy stands up barely and says, “HOW DID YOU....” Alfi approaches the guy with his lengthened and expanded crowbar which looks like a solid spear and says, “Weapon number 6: Tipit, a crowbar which can be lengthened and expanded. Not only that, but it can also nullify your attack.” Alfi then kisses his bracelet and his Iru is flowing to his spear. The spear is layered by fire and there’s something burning fire on the edge. Alfi aims the spear at the guy.

a man in fatigues laughed, "He's skinny enough to fit under a door." His companion worn a torn jean jacket and, dirty beret, "Go home, little girl. Your mom would have a fit if she knew where you are right now." Theria sighed and gestured to Warren, "It's time to unleash the beast." "It seems like such a waste of energy," Warren yawned, "What if we need it for El Silbon?" He moved his hands, and the spectral pistol blades appeared. The men laughed harder, "Oh, the little tiger cat has some claws," The bartender slapped the bar in a state of euphoria, "We are so scared of your ghost weapons. They'd probably pass right through me."

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

the man said, pulling a heavy, matte black pistol from an ankle holster I hadn't noticed while I was busy grinding against his lap. “ Those are purifiers. Radicalized humans with more money than sense and a hard-on for genocide.” “Gbooooom!!! , The wall to our left exploded. Dust and dry walls sprayed the room, blinding me for a second. "Grawkh! Wheeze... hugh-ck!"A jagged, racking cough tore through my chest, leaving me doubled over and gasping for air. Through the haze, I saw a silhouette, tall armored, and wearing a gas mask that made it look like a giant insect. They attempted to fire.