Just a few minutes.
Several amulets had been made.
Rod put away the amulets.
Suddenly remembering something, he took out his weapon from his dimensional pocket.
A double-barreled shotgun the length of a forearm.
“I need to upgrade my weapons too.”
He had realized when facing the werewolf that the witch had transformed into that the power of this gun was a little too weak.
It could still barely kill an ordinary werewolf with one shot.
But against the werewolf that the witch transformed into, two shots to the head only caused it some injuries, and didn’t reach a fatal level.
And this was just against werewolves.
Although werewolves were strong, they weren’t even ranked among the many magical creatures.
Legendary griffins, cyclopes,
These higher-level magical creatures could easily kill a werewolf.
Not to mention those dragons that could destroy a country with just a thought.
Could he even kill a dragon with this shotgun?
He’d be laughing if he could even break through its hard dragon scales.
Although he might not meet such powerful magical creatures, it’s still better to be prepared.
“If one shotgun can’t kill it, then just use more.”
Rod stroked his chin lightly.
He didn’t believe that there was anything that couldn’t be killed.
Any dragon, celestial master, or devil.
If it can’t be killed, the only explanation is that the firepower isn’t strong enough.
Truth is only within the range of artillery, if a shotgun can’t kill it, then use missiles.
If missiles can’t kill it, then use nukes.
Even gods will die with enough firepower.
Can’t handle it?
That just means that the firepower isn’t enough.
He might not be able to get his hands on a few missiles, but he could get a few shotguns.
As long as there’s money, he could get as many as he wants.
That’s the Land of the Free.
He rode his bike to the city, bought a used pickup truck.
Rod inquired around and found an unregulated gun store and directly bought a batch of legal firearms.
Although the gun store owner gave him a strange look, there was no reason to let a big fat sheep walk out the door.
He directly emptied their gun inventory.
Back home, Rod looked at the pickup truck, almost completely filled with guns.
He couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to buy a gun in America.
And it was cheap as hell.
A small-caliber pistol only cost about a hundred dollars.
A slightly better revolver was only two to three hundred dollars.
Rifles were mostly above five hundred dollars, but no more than a thousand dollars.
Only the price of sniper rifles was a little more expensive, requiring a thousand dollars.
He bought a whole truckload of guns for only a few hundred thousand dollars.
He unloaded the guns from the truck and sorted them by type.
Pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, and rifles.
Rod selected a pile of pistols and began to offer them as sacrifices.
Although the power of shotguns was terrifying, pistols were more practical in most cases.
Small size, focused killing power.
Unlike shotguns, their wide range of damage was easy to accidentally injure others.
With so many guns, he wondered what he could get in return.
“Sacrifice!”
Whoosh!
A light flashed in the dim room.
Rod had dozens of different models of pistols in front of him.
As the sacrifice ability activated, all the pistols instantly disappeared.
A ball of black light bloomed in Rod's hand and slowly condensed into a black revolver.
A series of red spiral patterns on the black gun body.
It looked both beautiful and deadly.
He sacrificed a bunch of guns and only got one back?
Rod narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the black revolver on the ground.
It was heavy!
It looked no different from an ordinary revolver, but it weighed at least three times as much as an ordinary revolver.
Fortunately, his physical body was beyond human, so this small weight was nothing to him.
But, what use was it that the gun was heavy?
In the end, it still came down to the power of the bullet.
Rod was puzzled.
The essence of his sacrifice ability was equivalent exchange, the value of what was sacrificed was equal to the value of what was gained.
He sacrificed dozens of guns and only got one back, this wasn’t a fair exchange.
He had sacrificed so many times, this was the first time he had encountered this situation.
Rod thought, opened a box of ammunition, took six bullets and loaded them into the revolver.
After the revolver was loaded, he looked out the window at a large tree.
He raised his hand to aim, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A muffled gunshot, Rod saw the red pattern on the gun body flicker with a faint light.
The flames erupted!
A bullet shot out.
Boom!
The moment the bullet hit the tree, it pierced through the thick trunk.
Hiss!
Rod felt a slight pain in his wrist and was astonished.
He came to the tree and looked at the fist-sized hole in the trunk.
Obviously, this wasn’t the kind of damage that an ordinary revolver could do.
This power was probably comparable to a large-caliber sniper rifle, right?
Rod recalled the moment he fired just now.
It seemed that there was an unknown force attached to the bullet, which made the bullet fly faster.
Moreover, even the power of the bullet was enhanced.
An ordinary revolver could actually explode with such power.
He had directly created a magic weapon!