Weapons Master Novels & Stories

he added smugly. As Hector spoke, a low growl echoed through him, "If my weapons fell into the wrong hands, like yours, both species would be destroyed, wolves and humans alike. Weapons such as these were designed specifically for a great war. These are not toys and, as such, will not be sold until they have been perfected. My company has sold other weapons to you guys and the military, and we will continue to do so. However, the one you are seeking will never see daylight as long as I live." Hector told him through gritted teeth. Adams' face lit up with a sinister smile as he responded, "They say death comes in swift winds, Alpha Hector."

It was indeed so unfair. "Yes. Always remember, life is always so unfair. But I highly doubt she barely survives after fighting against five, especially when this battle is no longer about hand-to-hand combats. There's a thrill when it involves using weapons. Deadly ones." Vladimir nodded to one of his men. Five seconds later, several weapons have dropped to the ground inside the battle cage. Those were sharp and elongated weapons that when you got slashed by one of those, it's either you could shun them or your body parts would be chopped into pieces.

The master built the Academy to save the young girls left out in the dark and he makes us strong so we can help him bring the order he envisions. “Yep and now we all shit rainbows and live under one happy umbrella. Alright, tell me what you need and we can work out a price for all this shit.” The collector opens the door and flicks on the light so I can see row after row of weapons. My eyes light up as I take in guns, grenades, knives and even several hunting bows. This is my kind of retail therapy and I’m about to blow a shit tonne of gold so I can take down this Alpha. All thoughts of the Master and bringing order to the world fly from my mind as I take in the smell of freshly made bullets

(Stormy) Dwarves are surely a race of craftsmen, even when they were in hard situation they were still thinking about their works. Also she was very confident about her clan expertise, she took off her shield and hammer then set them on the table, she display the simple mechanism of musket attached to it. The work were extraordinary, I can be said that it was a work of art itself, but still it still fall to the concept of Musket operation, the idea itself were ingenious but the executions were tardy. I asked Sasu for his Handgun, it’s a standard Glock 19 9mm bullets, I pulled it opened from the holster and set it on the table.

A Beast Tamer Master sometimes can understand the spirit beasts' language. A Music Master is a profession that can use instruments as weapons. They will use any instrument to hypnotize or control the mind of anyone who would hear the instrument. They could also kill someone by making their heart beats fast, and explode their eyes and ears. An Armament Master is a profession that could able to make extraordinary weapons, ships, armors, and more. A lot of cultivators wanted an Armament Master to build their weapon as they could build a divine weapon if they reached a certain level.

Peak Martial Overlord, Dominant Strength Supreme Grand Martial, Sniper Warhead, Anti-Material Missile… The terrifying vital energy emitted by the skilled assassins, the scarlet glow of sniper warheads, the flaming trail of rockets, and even the turbulent air currents stirred up by ancient weapons, were astonishing. All of them, like an indestructible torrent of energy, unleashed an unimaginable and astonishing sound wave into the air, hurtling toward Alexander. "Is that all? I don't think it's enough." Alexander remained unfazed, slowly extending his right hand and clenching his fist. With the power of a semi-Empyrean and a mastery of heaven and earth's forces, he effortlessly dispelled the

I have plenty of new rifles. Love My Mommy The Most: It's a magnetic wave scanning rifle. It's ten times more powerful than the previous batch we had. I've seen the test video, it can level a whole hill, and the power is extremely fierce. It's a weapon prohibited by the World Weapons Treaty, an absolute monster. If it were to be circulated in the market, it would definitely cause a major war. But if we use it against the mafia... Monster: Understood! Counter-Strike: Damn it, another new weapon? I really want... to beat you guys up. Can't you discuss criminal activities in front of me... My world is at peace.

Luckily, the system acknowledges flying weapons. Level 5. One hologram appeared (I’m not interested in any melee weapon now). Though it’s holding a melee weapon, I can tell it’s a veteran from its movements. I pulled the trigger, it’s able to block with his weapon. Then I shot with two bullets at the same time— and it died. What a let-down, how disappointing. Then— a hologram appeared. Hmm…? What is he holding…? An assault rifle, and he fired. “Not good…!”

Sound the alert to every ally we have. Lyra moved like lightning. The pack sirens howled to life. Wolves shifted and sprinted. I felt the old, narrow focus wash over me—hunt, protect, survive. As a technologist, I’d put a lot of myself into the pack’s defense. My ultimate failsafe was ugly and beautiful: two mechanical wolf armors, engineered to swallow bullets, deflect heat, and purge wolfsbane gas. They can camouflage, self-regenerate when damaged, and depend on a proprietary interface—skin contact, blood pins—so only my twin and I can use them. The suits are light, lethal, and designed to make a single soldier into an entire battalion.

My hands shook with the strain of holding it. Caelum laughed as he collected it from me, swinging it effortlessly. “Show off." I glared at him. “Noodle arms." He poked my arms, I stuck my tongue out at him. "Why do you use swords though? You have your claws and fangs which are just as deadly.” I asked curiously. He hung it back up, "It helps me build up self control. Because of how the curse affected my wolf, I try not to shift in a fight if I can help it and the swinging of the sword soothes me.”