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Just sacrificing dozens of pistols.

The power is so terrifying.

What if sacrificing hundreds of pistols?

Blowing up a tank with one shot?

Rhode looked strange.

Of course, based on his understanding of the power of sacrifice, sacrificing hundreds of pistols might just give him an outdated cannon.

"With such powerful force, I'll sentence you to death."

Rhode gave the new weapon a name and looked at the remaining guns.

With his marksmanship, he could only rely on luck to shoot anything beyond a hundred meters.

So, for the time being, he didn't need to consider any long-range weapons.

Under normal circumstances, a revolver was enough for close combat.

However, if he encountered a powerful magical creature, or was even surrounded by people, a revolver would not be enough.

Therefore, he still lacked a main weapon that could cause large-scale destruction at close range.

And the only one that met his requirements seemed to be the shotgun.

The shotgun has a very wide attack range, especially in close combat, where no grass can grow within three meters.

It is specially used to deal with close combat and demolition firearms.

The previous battle with the werewolf also proved the lethality of the shotgun to magical creatures.

If it were an ordinary rifle, it would be difficult to kill an ordinary werewolf.

Rhode piled up more than a dozen shotguns, thought about it, and piled up all the remaining guns.

Since he wanted to pursue the ultimate lethality, he might as well take a big gamble.

With so many guns, it's not that he can't even make a decent weapon, right?

"Sacrifice!"

Rhodes clapped his hands and the sacrifice was launched.

With a flash of light, all the guns in front of him disappeared.

In their place was a four-barrel shotgun that was completely black and engraved with dark gold patterns.

There were four black barrels, and under the barrels was a cylindrical revolver that could hold twelve rounds of ammunition at a time.

Single-barrel and double-barrel shotguns are common, but it was the first time he had seen a four-barrel shotgun.

Rhodes looked at this shotgun that was as long as an adult's arm, exuding a ferocious and fierce aura.

It was hard to imagine what could withstand a shot from this thing?

Werewolf? Vampire?

It was probably a bit mysterious.

The power of an ordinary shotgun could kill a werewolf in seconds at close range, not to mention the shotgun in his hand. He had sacrificed dozens of guns to get this weapon.

He was not surprised that he could kill the second-generation werewolf that the witch had transformed into with one shot.

Rhodes wanted to try it, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of the neighbors around him.

A pistol was fine, but the shotgun was indeed a bit noisy.

It would be hard to explain if the police were called.

"Forget it, it won't be too late to try again when we get to the other side of the space-time gate."

Rhode looked at the boxes of bullets in the room and continued to synthesize them.

The power of the guns was enough.

The power of ordinary bullets was still a little unsatisfactory.

Sacrifice these ammunition and see if they can bring him some surprises.

Rhode raised his hand and directly sacrificed a box of bullets.

The next second, several black shells appeared in front of him.

"Um...."

Looking at this box of old-fashioned ignited shells,

Rhode almost couldn't hold back his expression even though he had thought about this happening.

This is a bit outrageous.

Why can you get shells by sacrificing bullets?

"This thing, it seems useless to keep it."

There are only shells but no guns. Do you have to throw the shells with your hands?

Nonsense.

Rhode was speechless for a while and put the shells away. It's a pity that the things obtained by sacrifice cannot be sacrificed again. This thing can only be kept to fill the inventory.

On the bright side, although this kind of antique cannon has been out of print for a long time.

But, he might sacrifice an antique cannon someday.

At that time, it might be useful.

"I hope I'll have better luck this time."

Rhodes took out another box of bullets and sacrificed them directly.

Fortunately, luck didn't play tricks on him this time.

As a box of 12.7mm caliber bullets disappeared after being sacrificed, only a small pile of scattered bullets remained.

Rhodes picked up one and looked at it carefully.

The caliber was similar to that of ordinary 12.7mm bullets, but the length of the bullet was a little longer than that of ordinary bullets, and it felt heavier. There were about 1,500 bullets in this box, and only 100 of these special bullets were obtained after the sacrifice.

The value of one bullet was comparable to that of 15 ordinary bullets.

Needless to say, this power must be quite terrifying.

He kept a box of bullets for the revolver and shotgun respectively as spares, and the remaining bullets were All sacrificed.

After sacrificing more than a dozen boxes of bullets, Rhodes obtained four different types of revolver bullets.

There are also two enhanced versions of shotgun shells.

Of course, in addition to these, there are also several boxes of antique-level artillery shells and flintlock ammunition.

Overall, the harvest is good.

After finishing all these, it was already dark.

Rhodes glanced at the three-story villa in the distance, wondering if these new neighbors would have nightmares tonight.

However, there shouldn't be any problems.

As far as he remembered, the first few people who moved into the villa area had problems after living there for a while.

Evil spirits are not fools.

If people moved into the villa, there would be murders. This haunted house would have been forcibly demolished by the local government long ago.