Demon Slayer Gun Guy の小説・ストーリー

The ornamental handgun Odium which is the favoured weapon of the Phantom XIII of Hati, Hekate. Yuri’s uncle had that gun made specially for her when she had first became an assassin in Hati. The man having trained, and had even taught Yuri everything that she knew about guns, and how to handle them, and he had also taught her how to fight. Listen Yuri, and listen well. A gun is not just a weapon. It’s a manifestation of your soul. Your partner. This is the ornamental gun Odium. The brother gun to my Cerberus. It shall be your companion and partner from now on. Treat it well.

But it was a very different gun from a gun that he has seen. That man says to the audience "Hello everyone, Today I am going to show you what is the monster. From what did you can see, I was holding a gun and there were two people was here in front of me." Yami looked to his left and saw a person was standing there. But that person just stand straight and didn't show any emotions. Then that man aimed his gun at the person next to Yami. Without any words, that man shoots the person that was standing next to Yami, and it causes that man to die. Yami just can't believe what did he see. But even with that, that man just talks calmly and says to the audience "Well, as what did you see that person

He is indeed a genius. "When the leader opened the mallet, he saw the knife and read the piece of paper and immediately understood that it was an alert. He quickly took out his gun and pointed it at me and ordered me to get out. My brothers who were watching the scene from far with scopes and who were on the point to intrude into the room, had to back off." I keep listening to him in fascination.

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

However, the moment Nathaniel walked over to Javier, someone from Gusman’s team suddenly raised his gun and fired at Nathaniel, causing him to fall and lie down on the ground lifelessly. A moment later, the shooter suddenly turned his gun to Javier. “Bang!” The shooter whose gun had been trained on Javier had his chest blasted open. He had obviously died even more efficiently than Nathaniel, so much so that not even God would have been able to save him should he have descended on Earth. The fact that a single shot had packed so much power was proof enough that the shooter had been shot by an anti-material gun. Gabby seemed very embarrassed as she stood in the distance. “I’m sorry, Boss…I sho

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

Peter glared. Damon pulls Martin's shirt while grabbing his attention. "Do you have anything for me?" Damon made a gesture. "Oh yes, I brought a toy gun. If you grab that gun, then you really look like a detective, Young Master. " Martin said, pulling out the toy gun from his bag. Damon grabs the gun while scanning his outfit. It is totally shining. "Buahaahaa!" Damon laughs devilishly while shooting Martin. "Omg, I’m dead." Martin falls down.

A scream tore from my lips, sharp and feral, echoing off the high walls. The door burst open, and there he was. Zacian. Storming in like a force of nature. Shirtless, his broad chest gleamed under the low light, muscles rippling with every urgent step, a gun gripped in his right hand, barrel pointed low but ready, his jaw set in lethal focus. Those piercing eyes locked on me, scanning for threats before softening just a fraction.

Especially when considering that he hadn’t even aimed properly. A deep voice rang out, sounding stunned, “This… is he the god of shooting?” A buff and burly guy walked over with a shocked expression on his face. This person was Zillion, another one of the Eight Principles. Throwing the gun aside, Tyr spoke to Zillion and Pawn with a smile, “Interested to have a chat?” The two of them exchanged glances. Even though they still doubted Tyr, they could not deny that the skills he displayed had shocked them.

the dagger guy said, the smile on his face just as disgusting as Ryker's had been. "You fool, we won't risk our lives just for some of your greedy wants," another said, and with that, he walked forward with a gun in his hands. I knew it was no ordinary gun. The gun must have been loaded with silver bullets capable of killing any werewolf. "You don't have to do this; there is still a chance..." Then there was a gunshot.