Alien world

Chapter 1213 Chapter 135. Another strange dream
Mottled colors gathered in front of Annan's eyes, and when they regained clarity, he was standing in a crooked alley.

Passersby were all dressed in classical wizard and sorcerer costumes, and I looked short and small, like a goblin, or contrasted by the big fool next to me.

The big fool led him to a small, shabby shop. The sign on the door had long fallen off, and it was blurred with the words: Lycamdo: Running a wand shop since 696 in the Saint Laurent calendar.

After entering the store, the wind chimes on the door made a pleasant sound. The store is very small, filled with shelves that reach the ceiling, like walking into a library. On the side is a large shooting range.

The big fool who brought him here disappeared, and then a ladder came over in front of him, with an old man standing on it.

"Mr. Potter... finally meeting you..."

"you know me?"

"Yes, yes. Not only do I know you, I know your father and mother as well. It seems like only yesterday when they bought their first wand here..."

As he spoke, the old man turned around, pulled out a wooden box from the shelf, and took out a long-sealed musket.

"The first generation magic musket, 3.4 inches long, replaces bullets after each shot. It is sturdy and reliable, and has an indomitable spirit. It is perfect for holding positions." He introduced softly.

Annan picked up the magic rifle that was almost as tall as himself, aimed at the first target in the shooting range, and pulled the trigger.

boom--

The muzzle of the gun was raised, almost hitting Annan's chin, and the bull's eye fifty meters away disappeared in an instant.

The old man was frightened and quickly took back the magic musket from Annan.

"This one won't work, let me look for it again...ah, got it." The old man took out a magic musket that was about the same length but much thicker.

"The magic revolver rifle is 2.8 inches long. It became popular in Alan after the interview and is loved by the soldiers. The machine soul is tenacious and one person is like a team. The gun body is made of fine steel and makes a whirring sound when it is swung. No one wants to be hit by it." The old man winked at him.

Annan put his hand on his shoulder, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da - crisp, metal-on-metal sounds rang out from the muzzles, tearing the target in front into pieces.

Annan was continuously shaken by the recoil and crashed into the shelf, but he still held the trigger tightly until the bullets were used up. The gun compartment made a "clicking" sound, and blue smoke came out of the red muzzle.

"No... No, it's not for you."

The old man took back the magic revolver musket that Annan loved so much, turned around, climbed up the ladder, and pulled out a wooden box from the top shelf that was not very long but extremely heavy.

When the wooden box was opened, inside lay a uniquely shaped, magazine-less shortened gun. What was striking was that the muzzle was so thick that a thumb could fit in it.

"Magic shotgun, 2.6 inches long, the machine soul is bravery, and those who are hit by it will have a small amount of flesh in their body tissues."

Annan picked it up and pulled the trigger at the new target.

boom!
A fierce flame spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, the target disappeared in an instant, and the entire wall behind it was covered with bullet holes.

Annan was also sent flying backwards by the strong recoil, hitting the shelf hard and knocking out a pile of wooden boxes.

"No, no, it's definitely not this one..."

The old man took back the magic shotgun in panic and continued to look for a new wooden box.

"We all say that the Musketeers choose the Magic Musketeers, but the Magic Musketeers also choose the Musketeers...ah, here it is."

The wooden box he took out this time was smaller than all the previous wooden boxes. After opening it, it was a pistol that was smaller than the previous ones and could be held in one hand. Seeing Annan holding it, his wrist sank from being weighed down. The old man introduced: "Magic Explosive Gun, the machine soul is forbearance and burst, the culmination of the orichalcum guns of all generations, the power, range, firing rate, and stability are among the best, any words to describe it are pale."

Annan had to hold the gun with one hand and hold his wrist with the other hand to support its weight. He swung the gun left and right to aim at the third target and pulled the trigger.

puff--

The magic bullet musket made a dull sound, like a stone thrown into a river, and the musket flew out of his hand, and the violent airflow blew away all the papers in the store. When the dust settled, a big hole appeared on the wall of the shooting range, and the pedestrians on the street could be clearly seen.

The old man's lips trembled: "Obviously, you can't control it yet."

Annan tried one musket after another. He had no idea what kind of musket the old man thought was suitable. The muskets he had tried were piled up on the counter, getting higher and higher, but the old man seemed to be happier.

"You are such a picky customer. It doesn't matter... I think we can always find the most ideal, perfect and suitable one for you here. Let me think about it..."

The old man seemed to have thought of something, revealing an emotion mixed with reminiscence and pain, and took out a wooden box from the deepest part of all the shelves.

"The Demonic Annihilation Gun... the pinnacle work of wizards, which can allow mortals to possess power comparable to that of gods. The Machine Soul is... wisdom and destruction."

The old man held up a gun that looked like a work of art with an almost pious tone.

The barrel of the magic annihilation gun is transparent, with azure light flowing inside.

Facing the old man's expectation, Annan pulled the trigger towards the shooting range exposed to the street.

laugh--

The gentle airflow from the magic annihilation gun lifted up the black hair, but to the surroundings, it was completely different - a whirlwind blew up in the store, pulling out countless wooden boxes on the shelves and swirling them around. As they were peeled off, they suddenly broke and rushed onto the street. But it didn't matter, because soon the store was also lifted up and torn apart by the strong wind, and only Annan in the middle was safe and sound.

After a long time, the dust settled. The shooting range was gone, the store was gone, and the entire street in front of it was gone. There was only a deep ravine with no end in sight.

The old man crawled back, grabbed Annan's hand and climbed up, saying excitedly: "I remember every musket I sold, Mr. Potter! I remember every musket! You are destined to use this magic musket! Do you know? There are only two magic annihilation guns in the store. One is given to you, and the other one...

The old man got very close to Annan's face: his nose was almost touching Annan's forehead: "I left that lightning scar on your face..."

"Shouldn't I use it?"

"No, on the contrary, it suits you very well."

The old man smiled with relief and his figure gradually faded away.

"Remember, this is your path..."

……

Annan slowly woke up under the tree in another world.

What a strange dream… he thought sleepily, continuing to lie under the shade of the tree, recalling the details of the dream.

It seems that he had been busy with the machine soul these days, which made him have this strange dream: the magic wand turned into a musket, and the gun that annihilated an entire street only left a lightning scar on his forehead.

But there is one thing that Annan cares about very much.

"He said, this is my way...?"

(End of this chapter)