Just sacrificing dozens of handguns.
The power is so terrifying.
What if you sacrifice hundreds of handguns?
One shot to blow up a tank?
Rod's expression was strange.
Of course, based on his understanding of the sacrifice ability.
Sacrificing hundreds of handguns might just give him an old and worn-out cannon.
“Such strong power, then I'll call you Death Sentence.”
Rod named the new weapon, his gaze falling on the remaining firearms.
With his marksmanship, anything over a hundred meters away basically depends on luck.
So, there's no need to consider long-range weapons for now.
Normally, a revolver is enough for close combat.
But, if he encounters powerful magical creatures, or even gets surrounded.
One revolver wouldn't be enough.
Therefore, he still lacked a main weapon for close-range large-scale killing.
And the most fitting one for his requirements seemed to be a shotgun.
A shotgun has a wide attack range, especially in close combat, leaving nothing alive within three meters.
It's specifically designed for close combat and demolition.
The fight with the werewolf earlier also proved the shotgun's effectiveness against magical creatures.
If it were a regular rifle, it would be difficult to kill a normal werewolf.
Rod piled up a dozen shotguns, then thought for a moment and added the remaining firearms.
Since he was seeking ultimate lethality, he might as well gamble big.
With so many firearms, he wouldn't be able to get a decent weapon, would he?
“Sacrifice!”
Rod clapped his hands together, activating the sacrifice.
As a flash of light erupted, the pile of firearms in front of him vanished.
In their place stood a four-barreled shotgun, completely black, engraved with dark golden patterns.
Four dark barrels, beneath which was a cylindrical revolver that could hold twelve rounds at a time.
Single-barreled and double-barreled shotguns were common, but this four-barreled shotgun was the first he'd ever seen.
Rod looked at the shotgun, an arm's length long, exuding a ferocious and fierce aura.
It was hard to imagine what could withstand a blast from this thing.
Werewolf? Vampire?
It seemed a bit of a stretch.
A normal shotgun could kill a werewolf instantly at close range, let alone the shotgun in his hand.
A weapon obtained after sacrificing dozens of different firearms.
He wouldn't be surprised if one shot could directly kill the second-generation werewolf transformed by the witch.
Rod wanted to try it out, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of his neighbors.
A handgun was fine, but a shotgun was indeed a bit loud.
If it attracted the police, it wouldn't be easy to explain.
“Forget it, I'll test it out when I get to the other side of the spacetime gate.”
Rod looked at the boxes and boxes of bullets in the room and continued to synthesize.
The firearms were powerful enough.
The power of regular bullets was still a bit underwhelming.
Sacrificing these bullets, he wondered if it could bring him any surprises.
Rod raised his hand and directly sacrificed a box of bullets.
The next second, a few black cannonballs appeared in front of him.
“Um...”
Looking at the box of old-fashioned incendiary shells.
Even though Rod had considered this possibility, he almost couldn't hold back his expression.
This was simply ridiculous.
Why would sacrificing bullets yield cannonballs?
“This thing, seems useless to keep.”
With just cannonballs and no cannon, did he have to throw the cannonballs by hand?
Nonsense.
Rod was speechless for a moment and casually put away the cannonballs.
It was a pity that things obtained through sacrifice couldn't be sacrificed again, so this thing could only be kept in stock for now.
On the bright side, although this antique cannon was long out of production.
But, he might sacrifice an antique cannon someday.
When that time comes, he might need it.
“Hopefully this time the luck is better.”
Rod took out another box of bullets.
Directly sacrificed.
Thankfully, this time luck wasn't playing tricks on him.
As the box of 12.7mm caliber bullets disappeared, only a small pile of loose bullets remained.
Rod picked up one and examined it carefully.
The caliber was about the same as a regular 12.7mm bullet, but the bullet was slightly longer than a regular bullet and felt heavier.
The box contained about 1500 bullets, after sacrifice, he only obtained a hundred of these special bullets.
The value of one bullet was comparable to fifteen regular bullets.
Needless to say, the power must be incredibly terrifying.
He kept a box of bullets each for the revolver and shotgun as a backup, and sacrificed the rest.
After sacrificing dozens of boxes of bullets, Rod obtained four different types of revolver bullets.
And two enhanced versions of shotgun shells.
Of course, besides these, there were also several boxes of antique cannonballs and flintlock ammunition.
Overall, it was a good harvest.
After finishing all this, it was already dark.
Rod glanced at the three-story villa in the distance, wondering if his new neighbors would have nightmares tonight.
However, it shouldn't be a problem.
From his memory, the previous residents of the villa district all had issues after living there for a while.
Evil spirits weren't stupid.
If someone moving into the villa would lead to a murder, this haunted house would have been forcibly demolished by the local government long ago.