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Maybe when I already finish using the bottle of the antiviral drug. Her gaze then fell on an AK rifle..... eight thousand points. Although she already had a gun and other weapons to kill monsters, the particular rifle still caught her attention again. Not bad if I get this too, Ivy thought as she read through the rifle description displayed before her. [AK Rifle .....Combat Grade Weapon] Price: 8,000 points Category: Mid-Range Firearm {A durable and highly reliable assault rifle built for harsh combat environments and prolonged survival situations. Designed with strong recoil control, rapid-fire capability, and excellent penetration power against low-to-mid-tier monsters.}

I whisper into the sky as I drift off to sleep. *** Droplets of fire fall from the sky. Liquid embers pool, puddles and streams on the ground. Soot, ash and smoke are all around me. I’m terrified as I search for him. In the distance, I can see the massive silhouette of his wolf. There he is. My mate. He will reach me. Fire continues to rain down, and suddenly, his sapphire eyes and coal black coat are all I can see. “Unega! Unega!” He’s shoutin’ through the mind-link, but I’m so confused and disoriented from the smoke.

“Down!” I had my arm around Jace’s shoulders as I pushed him forward to the floor, and my other arm was around Malachi, and I gripped Levi’s jacket tightly. “Hylja sála!” Blue flames enveloped all of us as the bullets tore through the windows of the restaurant with deafening bursts.

The suppressor coughed softly, and the operative collapsed into the doorframe. These weren't Liora Voss’s mercenaries, nor were they Vance-Ross’s MI6 cleansers. Their gear was unmarked, matte-black composite armor with zero thermal signatures, utilizing suppressed short-barrel submachine guns designed for close-quarters assassination. We burst through the back door into the freezing Scottish rain, plunging straight into the thick pine woods behind the cottage. Behind us, silenced automatic gunfire chewed through the wooden walls of our sanctuary, shredding the linen curtains and shattering the tea mugs we had left on the counter an hour ago.

Their black armor looked like it was liquidifying under the chandelier light, smooth surfaces shifting slightly with each step. Seeing this, Alexei immediately sprung into action, and flipped the salt grinder toward the floor. The smoke device detonated instantly. Thick gray clouds burst across the living room. “Now,” he said. I nodded and moved swiftly from the corner. One soldier lunged through the smoke towards me with a speed that nearly threw me off balance, but my knife was faster. It slashed across his chest as deep as I could. But I stepped back in horror and shock as the blade made a clanging sound like it hit steel made of titanium.

The street was a war zone. Smoke curled from burning SUVs, their tires shredded and melting into black puddles. Gunfire rattled off walls and shattered glass, the whine of bullets stitching the air with invisible threads of danger. Lucian crouched behind a half-collapsed wall, chest heaving, eyes tracking the swirl of men advancing from all sides. Beside him, Ayra’s SMG barked in short, controlled bursts, each round slamming into armored men with a sickening punch.

I ran past the sculpture and down the narrow passage, hearing footsteps behind me but not caring enough to turn around. My vision blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly or judge distances accurately. I quickly covered my nose when I saw the black smoke moving in sinuous, swirling patterns, almost like liquid darkness. It had a shimmering, oily quality, reflecting the faint light from Stalagtor’s luminescent eyes. Though the smoke was primarily black, it occasionally pulsed with eerie glows of deep purples and greens, hinting at a supernatural energy and ancient magic. Even after covering my nose, it was difficult for me to slow down my breath.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

RUMBLE RUMBLE ZRSSSSHHHH! AAAAAAH! CLANG! CRASH! “The Black Witch!” “Take cover!” Swords, spears, even shields, and armored body parts rained down on the battlefield. Anything that was heavy and strong enough that could be used as weapons floated up into the air and then rained down like comets. It was not enough to stop them, though. Many of them were , and they could push forward even when it was raining weapons.

* * Pow! Fierce air projectiles are fired at Undre relentlessly. It's similar to what Ravyn's gun is capable of, but it's much quieter. But the slender figure used a knife coated with the black curse marks to timely deflect and dodge every shot. He attempted to counterattack but was unable to break through the rain of air bullets to approach the dual gunner. The impatient Undre spoke up. "Quite impressive that the 'Airbursts' found me sooner than expected… But is it okay to waste your time with me?"