Magical Shooting Sniper Of Steel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The snake changed the aim of its guns and rained magic bullets on the Hunters. Before the bullets could reach, a barrier was formed by two of the mages that blocked the bullets entirely for a while before it shattered from the continuous barrage. Although it was destroyed, it actually created a distraction. While the snake was firing, two vanguards ran up the buildings on opposite sides. Then with their swords, stabbed into the snake’s back. After that, they ran down the back of the snake with their sword still in its skin. The armour was very tough, so they actually stabbed in between the plates. As ran cut open the snake’s back, small explosions and sparks came from the open wound, exposin

That was so close, he would have been struck down by the .30 inch sniper bullet. It was coming from meters away so Simon could easily deduce that it was a military grade sniper, and it wasn’t just a military grade; it was a special type of sniper if it could be used in the dark. That means it had infrared sensor. Even with the room light on, the shooter wouldn’t be able to see him since the curtains were still covered; unless with a sensor type sniper.

“Since you’re back, just kill the boy! Why do you need to go through all this trouble?” Mr. Jenkin shook his head. “This boy is capable of killing Steelification Doyen, Zeus Yankovich, and he shouldn’t be taken lightly. I don’t have absolute confidence in defeating him either.” Mr. Jenkin asked, “I remember you have a subordinate who’s a sniper, right?” Hansel said respectfully, “I do, indeed!” Mr. Jenkin said, “Get him to work. So what if there’s a grandmaster-level fighter? So what if there’s a pre-celestial immortal? A sniper’s bullet will still take their lives.

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

It looked cobbled together, almost primitive compared to the advanced technology their enemies wielded, yet it represented their best hope—perhaps their only hope. "You and Marcus head up to the mountains and set it up," Steve instructed, his voice dropping into the authoritative tone he used when decisions were non-negotiable. "I'll head for the gates and try to hold them back. Tell the snipers to be on standby." He was already dressed in military fatigues, with sniper bullets stacked across his chest in neat rows. The familiar weight was comforting, a reminder of another life, another kind of battle. He picked up his favorite sniper rifle, a Barrett M107. The weapon was a beast—capable of

The world instantly bleeds into sharp, luminescent shades of green and white. "Max is in position," the Scottish sniper’s voice crackles softly in my earpiece. "I have a nest on the rusted loading crane across the street. Two hostiles smoking by the front roll-up doors. It's like shooting fish in a very small, very dark barrel." "Hold your fire until the grid drops," I order, my voice a low murmur into the comms. I press myself flat against the graffiti-covered brick of the shipping office's rear wall. Saint is a ghost beside me, his suppressed submachine gun raised, his breathing perfectly regulated. Through the thin walls, I can hear the muffled, low voices of the men inside.

The burn at my neck throbbed where he’d bitten me. I didn’t let him see me react. He stepped back slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he had just finished a meal. I kept my breathing steady. Controlled. Measured. He watched me—not like a warden, not like a disciplinarian. Something different. Something he hadn’t figured out yet. And that was good. “This is no game, Cole,” he said quietly. My neck stung from the bite. My cheek throbbed from the punch. The cuffs tightened around my wrists each time I moved.

His body collapsed to the ground and never moved again. Silence. The entire battlefield froze. The attackers stared in horror, their weapons suspended in midair. Their strongest assassin had fallen in a single strike. Arka stood there calmly. On the rooftop, Snake Fang froze. He shot to his feet so abruptly that his binoculars fell and shattered. His face turned pale. "It's him... How is he here...?" He finally understood. Steel Fang's fighting style was merely a shadow of this man's. Their target... ...was the monster himself.

Amy didn’t shout, didn’t give warning, her fingers were already pressing into the trigger before their eyes adjusted BANG. One down neck shot, blood splattering the metal wall like a sick painting. BANG. BANG. Two more — down before they realized the angel of death wore heels. The youngest girl screamed as bullets shredded through the air. Amy ducked low, her body shielding her like instinct. Another man lunged — too slow. She turned, fired, his brains hit the floor first. The last shot rang out as one of the men lifted his hand not in surrender, but hesitation. Amy didn’t gamble with hesitation, the velvet fell from the gun like a promise broken. She stood straight, gun smoking. Her face un

Marcel shouted, firing a prepared short-barrelled weapon to incapacitate Cairo’s men. Morgan and Alice managed to jump over a railing. Behind them, Cairo appeared. “You won’t run!” Cairo screamed, raising his pistol towards Alice. Before Cairo could pull the trigger, BANG! A bullet from an unseen sniper rifle landed squarely in Cairo’s head. The man collapsed instantly, his blood staining the factory floor.