Chapter 24: Major Weapon Upgrade

After sacrificing just a few dozen pistols, the power was already this terrifying.

What if he sacrificed a few hundred? Would he be able to blow up a tank with one shot?

Rod had a strange expression on his face.

Of course, based on what he understood about the sacrificial ability, sacrificing a few hundred pistols might just give him an old, outdated cannon.

"Since the power is so strong, I'll call you 'Executioner.'"

Rod named his new weapon, then glanced at the remaining firearms.

With his marksmanship, hitting anything beyond 100 meters was mostly down to luck, so he didn't need to think about long-range weapons for now. For most situations, a revolver would be sufficient for close combat.

However, if he encountered a powerful magical creature or found himself surrounded, a single revolver wouldn't cut it. He needed a primary weapon with strong close-range, mass-destruction capabilities.

A shotgun seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

Shotguns had a wide range of attack, especially in close combat where nothing within three meters could survive. They were specifically designed for close-quarter combat and breaching.

In his previous encounter with the werewolf, the shotgun had proven effective against magical creatures. If he had been using a regular rifle, killing even a standard werewolf would have been difficult.

Rod piled up about a dozen shotguns, then decided to throw in the rest of his firearms as well.

If he was going for maximum destructive power, he might as well go all in.

With so many guns, there was no way he wouldn't get a decent weapon out of it, right?

"Sacrifice!" Rod clapped his hands, activating the sacrifice ability.

With a flash of light, the pile of firearms in front of him vanished.

In their place was a fully black, four-barreled shotgun, engraved with dark golden patterns.

The four barrels gleamed menacingly, and beneath them was a cylindrical rotating drum capable of holding twelve rounds at once.

Rod had seen single and double-barrel shotguns, but this was his first time seeing a four-barrel shotgun.

The weapon, which was about the length of an adult's arm, exuded an air of ferocity and brutality.

It was hard to imagine what could survive a blast from this thing.

Werewolves? Vampires?

It didn't seem likely.

Even a regular shotgun could kill a werewolf at close range. So what about this four-barreled shotgun, created from the sacrifice of dozens of guns?

Rod wouldn't be surprised if this gun could kill a second-generation werewolf with one shot.

He wanted to test it out, but he didn't want to draw the attention of his neighbors. Firing a pistol was one thing, but the noise from a shotgun would definitely be much louder. If the police showed up, it would be hard to explain.

"Forget it, I'll test it on the other side of the space-time portal later."

Rod glanced at the boxes of bullets in his room and decided to continue with more sacrifices.

The guns were powerful enough, but the regular ammunition was still somewhat lacking.

Time to sacrifice the ammo and see if he could get something special.

Rod picked up a box of bullets and sacrificed it.

The next moment, a few black cannonballs appeared in front of him.

"Hmm..."

Looking at the box of old-fashioned fuse-lit cannonballs, Rod struggled to keep a straight face.

This was ridiculous.

Why did sacrificing bullets result in cannonballs?

"What am I supposed to do with these?" he muttered to himself.

Having cannonballs without a cannon—was he supposed to throw them by hand?

That would be absurd.

Shaking his head, Rod put the cannonballs away.

It was a shame that items obtained from sacrifices couldn't be sacrificed again. For now, these would just have to sit in storage.

On the bright side, even though antique cannons were long out of production, maybe one day he'd sacrifice something that would give him an antique cannon. Then these cannonballs might come in handy.

"Let's hope I get luckier this time," Rod said as he picked up another box of bullets and sacrificed it.

Fortunately, this time luck was on his side.

After sacrificing a box of 12.7mm caliber rounds, what remained was a small pile of scattered bullets.

Rod picked one up for a closer look.

It was similar in size to regular 12.7mm rounds, but the bullet was a bit longer, and it felt heavier in his hand.

There were about 1,500 rounds in the original box, but after the sacrifice, only 100 special rounds remained.

Each of these bullets was worth the equivalent of 15 regular rounds.

No doubt, the power of these bullets was going to be terrifying.

Rod kept one box of regular revolver and shotgun ammo for backup and sacrificed the rest.

After sacrificing over a dozen boxes of ammo, Rod ended up with four different types of enhanced revolver bullets, along with two types of upgraded shotgun shells.

Of course, there were also a few boxes of antique cannonballs and flintlock ammo.

Overall, the results were pretty good.

By the time he finished, the sky had already turned dark.

Rod glanced at the three-story mansion in the distance, wondering if his new neighbors would have nightmares tonight.

But they should be fine.

From what he remembered, the issues with previous residents of that mansion didn't arise immediately—it took a while after they moved in.

After all, evil spirits weren't stupid. If someone died right after moving in, the government would have forced the demolition of the haunted house long ago.c