附近人200快餐

Chapter 2993 No One

This was something that Drake had been working on forever because he had the Marksman Ability Index, but he didn\'t have the supplementary strength to become a bowman. Ultimately, no matter how good his marksmanship, he would always be limited by how powerful a bow he could draw. In addition, he didn\'t seem to have the natural affinity for Bow Force that Leonel did either.

But with Gun Force, he saw hope to fixing his weakness. It would fix all of his offensive prowess problems in a single bound, and then rather than being a backline ranged unit, he could even take the vanguard.

But Leonel could also tell that the weapons he had created to make use of Drake\'s Idol were actually limiting it, not helping it. This wasn\'t because Leonel\'s Crafts were too weak. The problem was that what he had created were too limited.

It was only after using Gun Force that Leonel realized something shocking. What Drake had created wasn\'t Gun Force, per se... but it would probably be more appropriate to call it something like Gun Powder Force. He focused on the explosive elements of modern weapons so that it could easily be translated from form factor to form factor. Whether it was a gun, a sniper rifle, a machine gun, or a rocket launcher... Gun Force could be applied to them all.

When Leonel realized this, he seemed to understand why Drake had taken decades to reach this point. He didn\'t just want to whip out a few pistols and be done with it. He wanted to unleash unholy hell onto the battlefield.

Leonel looked up and met Drake\'s gaze. The rookie had a wide grin on his face and Leonel couldn\'t ever remember seeing him so happy. And the battlefield spoke volumes about the reason why.

The boys were simply wreaking havoc.

Joel swung his glaive in a wide arc. Blessed by Gun Force, every swipe came with an explosion, catapulting enemies into pieces. He took a step and cleaved a head off that shot into the air and exploded like a grenade. Then, seemingly with eyes on the back of his head, he took a half off the polearm of his glaive and aimed a desert eagle backward, piercing a hole through a Void Race member\'s skull.

Franco and Arnold were the two close combat experts of the group, Arnold having a fondness for palms and Franco having been given the simplest Ability Index of them all: a strength boost. They rolled through the battlefield like a pair of tanks, their palms, fists, kicks, and knees shattering body parts with an explosion of Force.

At some point, a pair of palms appeared to Arnold\'s back, formed out of Universal Force. But rather than using them to strike like he usually did, he unholstered his desert eagles and threw them up and into their open hands. On the ground, he unleashed an endless stream of carnage, while in the skies, bullets rained down.

Allan and Raj faced off against enemies back to back, one a chiseled mass of a man and the other just... a mass of a man. And yet, their lethality was just the same.

The silver plates attached to Allan\'s back were controlled by his electromagnetism Ability Index and spun off in different directions, slicing heads off in droves. He raised up his desert eagles, unleashing a rain of bullets. Many Void Race members tried to dodge, but they found pulses of magnetism coming from the silver disks that suddenly altered the paths of the bullets, and sometimes caused them to explode ahead of time. His path of combat was completely unpredictable, and sometimes Void Race members far off in the backline who thought they were safe would suddenly find their heads exploding.

At the same time, Raj\'s combat style was far more straightforward... but arguably even more lethal. The ground broke off into pieces around him, forming dense bullets of some of the hardest metals known to man. They floated around him, and from time to time he would bump out the clip from his gun and they would float in. He snapped the clips back into place and unleashed a hail of bullets that often cut through three or four Void Race members at once before they finally ran out of juice.

Gil was speeding through the battlefield just like Leonel was. He left a trail of bloody crimson lightning in his wake, moving so fast that others couldn\'t even keep up with their eyes. He was a speedster in the truest sense, and everywhere he left streaks of lightning, there would be explosions in their wake.

Milan and James stood back to back, both forming a domain of unapproachable defenses, but by the same token, they shredded apart defenses as though they weren\'t there. Somehow, they have mutated their Ability Index to the point that they weren\'t just able to put up some of the world\'s strongest defenses, but they were also capable of shutting down the formations of others and picking out their weaknesses as a whole. At some point, they even seemed to infect these formations like a virus, and it was precisely because of them that the Void Race members couldn\'t combine their efforts at all.

Leonel and his brothers weren\'t working together in the slightest and even seemed to be putting their lives at risk by separating like this... And yet, no one could stop them.