In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

After finding out the reality of the BOSS Steel-Horned Bull, Weston started shooting wildly at the BOSS Steel-Horned Bull.

It is difficult to avoid the steel-horned bull that is huge and charges like an 80-mph heavy truck, but it is much easier as long as you carefully avoid the steel horns of the steel-horned bull.

Weston and the Steel Horn fought for seven or eight consecutive rounds. Although his body was bruised and bruised by the Steel Horn, it was too horrible to look at.

But they were all superficial injuries, which looked deceptive, but were actually not serious.

Weston always carefully avoided the pair of scary steel horns of the steel-horned bull. If he was hit by that thing, Weston would probably die on the spot.

However, after a few rounds of fighting, Weston also discovered trouble.

My 7.62-caliber Black Star pistol is okay against mobs, but it is a little weak against the green reinforced BOSS Steel Horn.

The bullets from the Black Star Pistol with the blessing of witchcraft penetrate the skin of the Steel Horned Bull's slime, and then become trapped in the slime's body, making it difficult to cause greater damage.

The slime mucus flowing out of the bullet hole left by the bullet will solidify into a gel after a while, blocking the bullet hole.

It's time to show your trump card.

Weston concentrated his mental power, and the gathered mental power touched the new gunfire star in the spiritual sea that condensed a large amount of gunfire power.

In the Gunfire Nova, the magic energy ammunition was fused with witchcraft to stimulate and burn, resulting in a huge gunfire power. Under the guidance of Weston's spiritual power, it was injected into Weston's pistol.

This is another way to use the Gunfire Nova condensed by the Gunfire Nova meditation method besides activating powerful skills.

Injecting the power of the Gunfire Nova into the weapon can greatly increase the power of the gun, and it will also have the attribute damage of Gunfire Burning.

However, the drawback of this usage is that it will cause a huge loss in the durability of the weapon.

But when it came to the critical moment of the BOSS battle, Weston couldn't care about so much anymore.

With the injection of Gunfire Nova, the surging gunfire energy flames enveloped the Black Star Pistol.

Weston held the pistol, used his mental power to restrain the Gunfire Nova energy into the bullet, and pulled the trigger. Bullets with flame effects were fired from the barrel of the gun, like small missiles, with jets of tail flames, landing on the steel-horned bull.

The bullets enhanced with Gunfire Nova energy are extraordinarily powerful.

The bullet fired at the surface of the steel horn cow made a slight crackling sound when it penetrated the slime's skin and came into contact with the slime mucus.

Amidst the explosion, huge wounds the size of eggs appeared on the skin of the slime where the bullet had penetrated.

The reinforced bullets wrapped in gunfire energy were like fireballs, rolling and scurrying inside the steel-horned bull.

After the steel-horned bull rushed past Weston, who was rolling to avoid it, it couldn't control its direction and hit the pillar in the center of the field.

The sharp metal collision angle was deeply inserted into the body of a scrapped mechanical puppet.

The Steel Horn Slime was bounced away and returned to its regular slime form.

Under Weston's continued attacks, the Steel Horn Slime could no longer maintain its mimicry appearance.

The BOSS has entered the second stage. A BOSS of this level should not have a third stage.

Weston felt that victory was in sight, and a smile appeared on his lips.

However, the pain from the wound made the smile appear at a strange angle, turning into a weird grin.

When he activated the Gunfire Nova enhancement just now, Weston made a fatal mistake. He was greedy to deal more damage and rolled to dodge half a second too late.

In such a short period of less than half a second, Weston was a little late in rolling to dodge.

The steel horn swung by the steel-horned bull left a huge wound of nearly ten centimeters on Weston's thigh.

The gurgling blood surged out from his thigh.

Weston couldn't fight the BOSS with remaining health like he was injured in the game.

If he loses too much blood, Weston will really die.

With staggering steps, Weston half ran and half crawled to the combat backpack that he had thrown carelessly to the edge of the field.

He took out a roll of therapeutic bandages, but without having time to process them carefully, he bandaged the wound together with his pants hastily.

This exposed the shortcomings of Weston, a rookie.

An old professional with rich combat experience would always carry things like healing bandages with him.

It won’t all be stuffed into a combat backpack. When you need it, you have to look for it everywhere.

Weston quickly treated the wound and stopped the bleeding. Then he had time to remove the magazine from the ammunition belt and replace the empty Black Star pistol magazine.

At this time, Weston had time to check out the remaining health BOSS, the steel-horned bull in the form of a slime.

This guy, who had lost a lot of mucus in his body and was dying, had attracted seven or eight little slimes from nowhere.

These little slimes crawling out from every corner were sniping at the Steel Horned Cow.

The steel-horned cow in the form of a slime faced a little slime that crawled near it, wrapped it up with its body, and ate the little slime.

Damn it, you can still play like this.

If you continue to eat, won't your blood be fully restored in a while?

Weston raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on a small slime that crawled near the steel-horned bull and was about to enter the swallowing range of the steel-horned bull.

After three consecutive shots, Weston finally hit the little slime.

The injury inevitably affected Weston's condition. It took Weston three shots to hit the little slime, which was no more than ten meters away.

This kind of accuracy is far lower than Weston's marksmanship level.

Weston shot and killed the little slime, leaving the big slime Steelhorn furious.

The skin of the Steel Horn Slime trembled crazily, making a continuous muffled sound like a drum.

Under the command of the Steel Horn Bull Slime, the little slimes gathered towards the BOSS and began to spit and attack Weston.

This time, it was Weston's turn to be embarrassed.

Weston suffered a thigh injury and his mobility was already limited.

There was not even a place to hide in this empty venue.

Although Weston once again used his magical skill of lazy donkey rolling, rolling back and forth in the open space where various garbage accumulated to avoid.

However, it was impossible for Weston to dodge all of the slime's multi-directional attacks from various angles.

Mouthfuls of green slime acid, like thick phlegm spat out by an eighty-year-old man who has been smoking for a lifetime, fell on Weston's body and immediately corroded, giving off a pungent sour smell.

Weston felt as if he had turned into a piece of hairy belly, being held between chopsticks and immersed in the Chongqing spicy hot pot. He just lifted it up to take a breath, and then was pressed deeply into the tumbling spicy hot pot soup base.

The stinging pain of acid corroding the skin came from every corner of his body.

While Weston was rolling around to avoid the saliva attacks from the little slimes, he took the time to raise his gun and shoot, clearing the little slimes on the field.

When I mimicked the Steel Horn Ox just now, not a single slime could be seen on the field, hiding somewhere in the corner.

This will be called by the BOSS, and these guys will appear, one by one, like snacks, delivered to the mouth of the steel-horned cow to die.

Weston squatted down again, and after killing another small slime that was about to crawl close to the horned bull's devouring range, Weston was hit with a mouthful of old slime phlegm in the face. The pain of the acid corroding the facial features made Weston Dong Zhen turned into a lazy donkey and could only cover his face and roll around in place.