Novel & Cerita New Weapons Deepwoken

one of the men asked. “We don’t know…” I lied. My plan to find who the snitch was. Was going smoothly. No one but Raphael and Erick knew. We have been tapping phones and Sebastian’s company, but nothing. The only clue we have is from the company employee. “We will keep you updated once we know,” I said as I nodded towards Raphael. “Now we are moving into new weapons. He had five new designs for five unique weapons. One of them made of diamonds,” Raphael said, earning murmurs on the group, “The guns should be ready by end of the week.”

As he exited the building, the sight of his squad of five elite warriors and ten more were waiting for him, each with a small backpack. “What’s with the backpack? Going on hiking?” he asked while narrowing his eyes on them. “Each bag contains a different tool, wooden stakes with wolfsbane, and silver daggers,” Dex explained. “Where’s the mobile phones Seb gave you,” he asked. “I already threw it in the human territory before coming back here.” “Good.”

Unfortunately, with him leaving without a trace, Creed was out of options now. Nevertheless, one thing was crystal clear. If Creed truly wanted to get to the bottom of the secrets purposely hidden, he needed more clues. One thing he was sure after seeing Eos kill the formless beast was that there are weapons that are far more suitable and apt for killing the breed of anomaly. He needed to figure out the origins of these unique weapons that are far more powerful than any Soul-Armas. Even more so, the revelation that an anomaly could be so hazardous and life-threatening, broke every previous understanding of the glitch.

He walked with purpose, but even that felt… off. “Sorry,” he said shortly. “Had to check on the last crate.” “Everything all right?” I asked, not bothering to mask my suspicion. Delgado gave a non-committal shrug and motioned us toward a metal table near the back of the warehouse. Three large black duffel bags rested on it, perfectly aligned. “Everything you asked for,” he said, tone clipped. “Scoped rifles. New suppressors. And the upgraded software for your drones.” Zayn moved first, always the one to assess the weapons. He unzipped the first bag and pulled out a sleek, matte-black sniper rifle with a reverence only a soldier could muster.

“We take the fight to them.” Aria’s pulse kicked hard, fear and fire tangling in her chest. “You mean...” “Yes.” His voice was low, unshakable. “We hunt.” Behind them, the surviving wolves gathered. Even broken, even bloodied, their eyes burned. This pack was built on war, on surviving storms that should have ended them. And now, something older had come knocking. Jarek stepped forward, grim and steady. “You know what that means, Kael. If we go into the Deep, we’re not just picking a fight. We’re declaring war.”

They leaned forward, almost imperceptibly. — “Catalogs that don’t carry the Delyon name.” I continued, my voice low enough to force them to pay attention. — “Swarm drone systems with AI for area suppression. Precision rifles with intelligent subsonic ammunition capable of changing trajectory. Cutting-edge active camouflage technology. Things that make this—” I pointed to the DSR-50 “—look like a medieval crossbow.” The man with the rings whistled softly. — “That sounds… Expensive.”

With a swift movement, I peeled off the carbon fiber mask, taking a deep, ragged breath of the bunker's familiar, ozone-scented air. "Fifty million dollars in military-grade tech, completely stripped from Thorne's primary logistics line," Zero said, stepping out from the halo of his server monitors. A slow, rare smirk touched his lips, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on me. "The underground boards are melting down, Vesper. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who just cut Malakai Thorne's throat in his own harbor."

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

“A portal to the dead space behind the Veil. If Maxon and the hunters complete the four anchors, they’ll be able to summon the Soulless Weapon.” Her voice broke. “The supernatural weapon capable of exterminating all magical creatures.” No one spoke. There was no need. Somewhere in the world, four points were waiting to awaken. And I, the human marked to close the door, had just realized that I was also the key that could open it.

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."