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Even though the wild lion forged by the great Golden General himself has long since disappeared from the waking world, it almost only exists in museums and historical documents.

However, there are still a variety of lion hunting weapons circulating on the market in the hidden world today. The variety is enough to dazzle any apprentice of the invisible arts who wants to purchase a suitable weapon for himself.

Lion-hunting weapons... have become some kind of resounding signature. As long as a weapon can be named "Lion-hunting", it can prove the sharpness and ferocity of the weapon.

The ancient green pine lion hunting bow is shaped like a huge and deformed horn. It may be based on the horn of an extinct beast...but it is more likely that it is based on a bone mold that was freshly baked last week.

The rusty heavy sword still seems to contain power. It seems that as long as you drink the lion's blood, you can unlock the seal of rust... But if you really believe the seller's rhetoric, then you must drink the lion's blood when you wave this blade. Your stupid head has been swallowed whole into the belly of the lion before the blood.

A retro thick-barreled matchlock spear with a multi-winged judge's mark engraved on the butt handle. The ammunition is made of metal doped with nickel and iron... This should be the most common bladed weapon in storage in the hidden world today, but there are many The quantity will inevitably be mixed with uneven quality.

The forger of the exquisite lion hunting revolver organically combines the cutting-edge technology of today's era with the mysterious skills of ancient times in an imaginative way, so that every bullet fired can have both casting quality and precision. The power of the blade phase and the enlightenment phase will certainly be able to penetrate the hard skin of the savage fierce lion...but there is also a very high probability that the chamber will explode and the gun-holding palm will be torn into pieces.

But most of these weapons are just in name only, they are just imitations of some small esoteric workshops following the trend.

Just like every time a new piece of Furious Silver appears in the world, the black market in the hidden world will have many more possible treasure maps or possible dusty sword fragments overnight... but the possibility is extremely slim. Rather than believing the exaggerated words of unscrupulous traders, it is better to hope that the sky will rain gems.

But the lion hunting gun that Winfres got from the auction house is different... This thick-barreled flintlock gun is a genuine lion hunting gun, and it is a lion hunting gun with a real record of performance.

The claw blade scratches engraved on the gun's body came from a certain aging male lion that had degenerated due to old age. The claw marks left behind by the other party when he died still contained the power of rage.

As he stroked the broken multi-winged mark with his fingertips, he seemed to be able to feel the brutal and cunning struggle. The anger and pain of the lion's death also remained in the gun body.

Whenever someone holds this gun, there will be a steady stream of rage in their heart, a barbaric rage that is enough to burn everything!

Just at this moment, Emma's raised corners of her mouth were twitching uncontrollably, and there was undoubted rage hidden in that creepy laughter!

Her eyes penetrated the layers of emerald roots that surged in like waves, and looked directly at the thick emerald pillars between the green gaps.

In order to facilitate emergency retrieval in special circumstances, the tunnel in the supply room's secret warehouse was not designed to be deep and not too winding. Therefore, Emma's eyes easily penetrated the shadows in the tunnel and connected with the astonished tree. The man with the tumor looked at each other.

She faced the surging green tide, but she didn't dodge or take a step back. The smile on her face became more determined, more fanatical, more crazy, and more intimidating. .

It was like wielding a heavy hammer studded with rugged spikes to wield her happiness.

It was like pulling a trigger with sharp barbs under the belly of his finger to release her happiness.

The soft fingertips gently pressed against the sharp barbed thorns, and the hot blood slowly flowed out, but strangely it did not flow down, but greedily sucked on the gun butt handle like dry wood.

The resentment and murderous thoughts in the blood caused the mark of the multi-winged judge to flap its wings lightly, and a looming sharp cold light began to flow through the dark and broken gun body, as if there were countless knives that were hard to distinguish and were flying around the barrel. Stroke.

This continuous silvery sword light flowed to the fair and delicate arm of the gun holder in an instant, drawing tiny blood marks one after another, as if there were invisible blades scratching... Although the blood marks were thin, the pain was It was extremely violent, as if she had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and the pain of her flesh being ripped apart inch by inch was far more intense than when Emma had suffered moth bites in the past!

But although the multi-winged ones love to take away the souls of heroes, they prefer fighting and fighting. Just like the masters that the multi-winged ones serve, they also love destruction, destruction, destruction!

Emma looked at the angry face that was as deformed as a tree tumor a hundred yards away, and looked at the emerald root eyes that stood up like snakes in front of her, and began to brew negative light as dense as mucus.

The girl felt that the sharp blade had climbed to her shoulders, and the pain of ripping open her flesh was almost destroying her nerves!

Although this kind of pain is far from her limit... Compared to the experience of her young and ignorant sister being bewitched and bullied by Winfrey, what is this kind of pain? !

Although such scars are far from moving her, compared to the humiliation and humiliation that Winfrey inflicted on Clovette, what are such scars? !

It's a pity that my will has not reached the limit of endurance, and my body is already unable to bear it... As the sword light continues to rise, the nervous system of my arm will be severely damaged... I will not be able to fully bear it. Pull the trigger!

The girl resolutely raised her head and looked directly at the face that once made her tremble with fear. The corners of her mouth rose even more exaggeratedly, and the pear dimples at the corners of her mouth seemed to bloom more and more, as if being torn apart by a rotating drill blade. open.

"Winfreth Morgan, go to hell!!!"

Ouch——

Drinking enough blood, enough anger, enough resentment, and enough pain, the mark of the Many-Winged One suddenly rotated rapidly, bursting out with some kind of extremely angry and painful beast roar!

The five blade-like wings are circling rapidly, like a saw gear, like a millstone turning, like... the five wings will also be shattered in the high-speed self-rotation, and each blade wing will disintegrate and fly out.

It was only then that the dark red flint inside the antique firearm was finally willing to scratch down, hitting the fire door hard, igniting furious sparks, igniting the black crystal gunpowder of revenge, and the roar of the destructive projectile mixed with bone powder from the fangs of the mad lion. Rush out of the gun chamber! ! !

The unruly and vicious projectiles are unwilling to obey the physical laws of the waking world!

It ran rampant unscrupulously, like a scarred but extremely angry old wolf, waving its sharp claws that could tear everything apart, rushing left and right to tear apart all the obstacles in front of it! Tear them all into pieces! ! !

The twisted and knotted emerald roots exploded in an instant, bursting into countless crystal fragments, rotten and smelly juice splashing everywhere, and the heterochromatic light flowing inside the roots was torn into tiny raindrops of light... … Shameless! What a waste! How dare a despicable traitor act in the name of the radiance? ! !

How dare you tarnish the purity of the glow like this? ! !

Blasphemy! Blasphemy! After all, it is irreversible! ! !

The emerald roots in front of me were completely unable to calm down the fury of the bone-white projectiles. It even trembled with this extreme anger. The cold air had ripples visible to the naked eye, and the scars remaining in the air lingered for a long time!

It was just a short moment before his thoughts could start running, and the pain of broken roots hadn't even had time to be transmitted back to the tree body.

The bone-white projectile that shouted destruction, destruction, destruction had already crashed into the bright green emerald tree, piercing the face of the deformed tree tumor.

The huge emerald tree's movement of devouring believers stopped abruptly, and all the emerald roots were stagnant in the air, as if falling into true deathly silence.

I originally thought that Duo Yi was the colonel's son, but Operation Lin Owl turned out to be a secret from Split Wolf Side...