Marvel Book of Magical Events

Level IV body armor should be able to defend against 5.56*45mm small-caliber rifle armor-piercing bullets, but it will inevitably be unable to cope with .75-caliber ammunition at close range. To say that it is insufficient is a compliment. The 20mm warhead is almost an anti-armor artillery shell. It faces high-value targets with protective capabilities such as armored vehicles, aircraft, and fortifications. The current conventional personnel bulletproof armor is not suitable for explosive bombs. Said to be as fragile as a piece of paper.

Faced with these time reverberations that came from the subconscious to the material universe, he didn't even bother to use too many supernatural powers. He just attached his spiritual power to the explosive bombs and used continuous, precise, and rapid shooting to clear away any and all that appeared in the universe. The Holy Trinity mercenaries in front of him. Sometimes he doesn't even need to shoot, he just approaches the shadowy ghosts, and they evaporate like snowflakes under the scorching sun, leaving no trace behind - including the bullets and anti-tank missiles between the virtual and the real - those Soldiers cannot even realize that they are not real. They still chant battle slogans and call for comrades and superiors who do not exist because they only sketch fragments from one-sided memories.

To these despicable things that were not even ghosts, the corona of power radiated from his soul was like molten gold. Too bright, too hot, easily burned out like a dewy memory. If someone looked directly into his soul, he would be like the mummies of the mystic family, whose body would be burned dry by heat enough to affect reality.

His shooting was accurate.

Every time he pulled the trigger, the hot air erupted from the gun's muzzle would blow up dust on the ground. It was like he was walking on the floating ripples of a gray lake. He only carried a magazine filled with twenty rounds, but every time he pulled out the drum, esoteric spells created new explosive shells out of thin air and filled it. He could feel the electronic components and machinery that made up this bolter singing happily. It couldn't wait to spit out flames and unleash its innate instinct of destruction. It was fully cooperating with every pull of the trigger. , smoothly swallowing the hot propellant gas, stabilizing the movement of the bolt after each bomb is fired. It longs to be held, longs to be used, longs to be soaked in the blood of righteous slaughter, longs to roar with the sound of pure hatred.

These extradimensional reverberations should not be here, and the library should be the safest place for Karma Taj. The bolter seemed to sense his wrath, crying out for justice and for the culprit to pay. You will taste their blood, girl. The Emperor pulled the gun and pushed a new bomb into the chamber. Soon, I will feed you with their souls.

The bullet fragments streaked across the skin at an astonishing speed, and it took a few seconds for blood to start oozing after the skin was cut.

To the victim, this graze is a bullet bite. The ghost bullet caused the oozing blood to freeze, but then every movement she made caused the hard frost to tear at her skin, causing more blood to flow - at this moment she was running wildly along the wool tracks on the ground. Ever since the deceased in her memory appeared, she began to worry about her defenseless witch friend. The remorse in that moment was far more painful than the bullet grazing on my ankle later. The burst of adrenaline failed to make Lara Croft immediately aware of the pain. She only felt that she hit something, then hid in the bunker and fired two shots.

With the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, a heavily armed corpse fell at her feet, and then turned into smoke in the blink of an eye. She was not surprised by the sight in front of her, because she had seen this situation more than once. After the initial surprise, he quickly accepted the reality, that is, he had no idea what was happening here.

The boundary between illusion and reality is getting blurred. Lara Croft feels that the darkness around her vision is getting deeper and deeper, and her mind is getting more and more dizzy. The remaining conscious self-diagnosis tells her that she is now suffering from hypoxia. , hypoglycemia, hypotension and other states. The choking smell of the propellant was almost suffocating, until she ran into a place with warm radiant light. Ghostly steam rose from her skin, and the illusory ice crystals clinging to her clothes and skin evaporated in the blink of an eye. It was like jumping from the ice and snow into a bathtub filled with hot water. Her frozen limbs began to feel warm and comfortable, but Lara Croft had no time to pay attention to such details at the time. She saw someone on the edge of her consciousness raising the muzzle of a gun. .

If she could recall her thoughts later, it would have been despair.

She knew that she was too reckless, jumping into this passage where enemies might be present without prior reconnaissance and detours. She couldn't imagine that there would be an enemy placing such obvious indicators on the ground without taking any measures. If those who didn't know where to start from, If the Holy Trinity soldiers appeared out of nowhere and wanted to kill her, now would be the best chance. Unsurprisingly, she heard gunshots coming from her side again. The sound was loud enough to shatter her eardrums and almost stopped her heartbeat, interrupting her subconscious counterattack. She knew she was facing death.

He saved me, I don't know how he got to me.

If you want to sleep with him, just say so. I'm not going to shoot you, at least not this time.

Bayonetta used her wine glass to cover the corners of her raised mouth. This kind of thing has happened before. Usually her solution is to use a bottle instead of a pistol. After all, this is London, not New York, and the place she goes to is a high-society salon instead of an American bar - when When she met this kind of woman in New York, she would pull out a gun far more often than she would smash a wine bottle - she was not one of those California women who wore long fake nails, spent a lot of money to wear a bikini and tan under a UV light, and tried their best Women imitating the Kardashian family only pull each other's hair when they argue. If I shoot every woman who wants to get him into bed since he is thirteen years old, then the ammunition reserve of this manor will definitely be insufficient. The witch shrugged, He was very popular at that time, you will definitely I can’t imagine how much flies he attracts when he’s wearing only a shirt in the summer.”

Lara Croft took this as a lively joke.

I admit he's charming, but not that exaggerated. She smiled and shook her head. She knows the charm of Bayonetta and Joan of Arc. Even if she is a woman, it is difficult not to be moved by such beautiful bodies. Rather than participating in person, she wants to see the physical interaction like Greek sculptures. She likes this. A highly ornamental picture. Let me continue. I know nothing about this matter at this time. I can only tell you what happened when he found me.

Wizard Hamil had no idea what was going on in the library. He was not worried about what Salomon would encounter when he entered the library alone, because he knew that the things inside were not difficult for Salomon. He knew that this job was very important, and the missing spell could only be made up after all extradimensional creatures were expelled. Therefore, Master Hamil found several helpers and at the same time took back the key-shaped magic weapon from Master Xiao Wang.

Master Wu Guiyue, Master Modu, Master Casilios. Master Hamil bowed ceremonially, and then let others see the key in his prosthetic hand, I believe everyone understands those spells.

I know the spell, but I don't know what's going on here. Modu's mental state was obviously much better. After a period of self-reflection and self-examination, his self-control and spell abilities have returned to their former glory. Master Hamil is very pleased with this, because there are not enough manpower to run the organization. We must know what happened in the library and how it happened, Master Hamil.

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