Modern Weapons 소설 & 이야기

Even though she had not asked before this, that’s what instantly came into my mind when she said we would improvise weapons out of bamboo. “I know, still and all, the only thing I am on edge about the thought right now is whether these weapons would still cause pain or injuries upon on them? What if they have already come up with a range of possible alternatives to keep them safe from it, right? Just think about it, a few years have already gone by. You did also said that vampires are now already using modern technologies. What if they already have formulated medicines to cure it?” My tongue twitched at the length of what I said.

“It looks like the knights and Hunters are doing quite well. Those are some weapons I’ve never seen” Raisya was commenting on the battle so far. The rest of the Winged Gears, including Matthew, were just sitting on top of a roof while watching the battle unfold. It has been only about two hours since it started. They were so fascinated by the battle that they didn’t even realise that much time had passed. “The cannons and guns?” Matthew asked. “Yeah. I know the elves were developing them, but it seems that the other nations also copied the idea. From their performance, they are quite a defective product.”

Clif approached Zayden and whispered, "Sir, the weapons sent from the US headquarters have arrived." Zayden nodded in understanding and got up from his seat. Clif understood what Zayden meant, even though the man didn't say anything. Clif walked after Zayden from behind. They had waited patiently for the promised shipment of weapons from the AS' headquarters, and the time had come to pick them up. Zayden steadily made his way towards the warehouse housing the weapons. When Zayden arrived at the warehouse, he was astounded to see the mountains of promised weapons. A wide variety of the best weaponry for this war lay in front of him. The arsenal included not only rifles and pistols, but also s

I mutter, crossing my arms. Eldris chuckles softly. “Chaotic, yes, but powerful. Their strength lies in their numbers and their tools. You’ve seen what they call guns—those thunderous weapons that can kill from a distance. But that is only the beginning. They have machines that can cross distances faster than any wolf could run, even with the wind at their back. Cars, they call them." At this, the others stir, murmurs of disbelief rippling through the group.

she said as she hug her. Dinner was set, everyone was having their proper meal. Merfoy’s magic worked not just in battle but also in the kitchen. He teach Rico how to use the modern cooking wares, it was only design for him, more over it belongs to his imagination and create it as things on hand. “An electric stove was stall?” Geuron ask while looking inside the cabinet. “Yes, but I’m using the modern one, the one with a gas tank,” Merfoy said. “I guess this is the future,” Geuron uttered checking the lavish plates in the glass cabinets.

“I like seeing which rats try to chew through the wires.” Shiloh clenched her jaw. “She’s alive. Why would Lucian hide that?” “Because,” Ryder said, tapping ash to the floor, “hope makes soldiers sloppy. Makes ‘em dream instead of bleed. Lucian doesn’t want dreamers. He wants killers.” Shiloh stared back at the footage, Sophie’s faint glow flickering on the screen. Her stomach twisted. “And what about these?” she demanded, flipping open a folder marked Death Machines. Diagrams filled the screen: massive silver-plated cannons, armored suits with claws like steel, crossbows wired with crude tech. “All these weapons. Are they really as lethal as he proclaimed?”

I asked, leaning in. "I did a little research regarding those Ferals," he explained, "There are specialized weapons that could deliver fatal blows more effectively. Our warriors are strong, no doubt, but facing Ferals with just claws and fangs is suicide. So these weapons," he said, pointing to the illustrations on the page, "are modern, and are specialized with silver rounds cured with wolfsbane. They've proven to weaken a Feral on the first shot and kill it with at least five. We'd also need better communication devices, upgraded surveillance systems, and custom sodium chloride-tipped bolts. They're effective against both Gravokes and Ferals, and easy to train with." I nodded slowly, impre

Bosco sighed, "Speaking of militaries, the artillery these days are infinitely more advanced than the ones we saw in our old days. It was no problem for us to stop even grapeshots back in the air, but the new ones are really as strange as they were insidious. "I think they call it high-temperature armor-piercing shells? It's said to melt even steel, burning a hole in it regardless of material. We could have more hands and heads, but we'd still get hurt… If anything, I don't think even Lady Griffin can survive them."

They saw hacking devices, highly optimized rifles, pistols, combat armor, and many more goodies. “Oh my God man, I think this is heaven,” Kalen blurted out excitedly, as he bumped his dumbstruck friend on the head.

The presenter standing behind a podium in a corner of the stage switched on the projector and everyone in the hall could see ten cameras planted to point every single weapon in the glass counter display. Xavier clenched his jaw. He knew it. Izmir was not a small fish in a pond. He was planning to rule the ocean. They had automatic rifles. Hand grenades. Sophisticated revolvers. A huge range of K bars and some switchblades too, that were not for ordinary street junkies. Xavier felt his blood boiling with both anger and excitement to see the staff professionally showing off his very single item, explaining their functionality and range. He knew every bullet was different. While there were some