Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Titan Giant, the Might of the Universal Sniper Rifle

Seraphina Sullivan’s taunt came through clearly.

Her tone was placid, yet it held a trace of undeniable certainty.

Solomon Ennis’s face instantly grew as dark as stormy waters, cold enough to freeze.

His enormous Titan Giant body lurched to a halt.

He then slowly turned, his scarlet eyes locking onto Seraphina Sullivan and her group on the distant rooftop like a pair of searchlights.

To be so openly disdained by some "nobody" of a woman, who then proceeded to "steal" the critical kill right from under his nose.

This utterly ignited Solomon Ennis’s tyrannical rage.

"Looks like his primary target has shifted from the two on his menu to all of us."

Sean Chandler analyzed calmly, his voice betraying little emotion. He just tightened his grip on his weapon, readying himself for battle.

"Enough talk! Let’s pull back!"

Julian Shaw reacted in a flash. He knew just how terrifying Solomon Ennis’s destructive power was in his Titan form, and this was absolutely not the time for a direct confrontation.

With a low grunt, he unleashed his [Gravity Control] at full power, enveloping all seven of them, intending to launch them higher and farther away to create some distance.

However, Seraphina Sullivan didn’t move.

She stood her ground, even adjusting her stance slightly as Julian Shaw’s [Force Field] began to lift her. The invisible [Universal Sniper Rifle] in her hands rose once more.

The gaping black muzzle was aimed with pinpoint accuracy at the distant, mountain-like figure.

Seraphina Sullivan’s gaze was sharp, filled with an eager, probing curiosity.

’Using this relatively weaker Beloved of the God of Slaughter for some practice doesn’t seem like a bad idea.’

The thought flashed through her mind.

Seraphina Sullivan hadn’t forgotten her promise to Belle White, the Beloved of the God of Freedom.

The stronger, purer Beloved of the God of Slaughter—Maxim—was still waiting for her in the Death Arena.

This Solomon Ennis right here might just be the perfect opportunity to familiarize herself with the fighting style and [Weaknesses] of this type of opponent.

As her sniper rifle locked on,

An invisible, bone-chilling sense of danger coiled around Solomon Ennis’s heart like a venomous snake!

His [Slaughter Art] [Talent] made his perception of killing intent and mortal threats far superior to that of an ordinary person.

Now, being targeted by that seemingly ethereal sniper rifle,

Solomon Ennis could almost see a dotted line leading straight to his demise, extending from the muzzle and pointing directly at his vital spots!

This feeling was even clearer—even more... inescapable—than when he faced other powerhouses of his own caliber!

’Damn it! What kind of gun is that?!’ Alarm bells blared in Solomon Ennis’s mind.

He could manipulate killing intent to mimic all sorts of melee weapons, even firearms. But he had never felt such pure killing intent from a gun—an intent that felt as if it carried a rule of "guaranteed hit."

His massive Titan form boasted incredible power and defense, but it also made him a ridiculously conspicuous and cumbersome target.

Instinct screamed at him: he could not, under any circumstances, take that shot!

He reacted on pure survival instinct.

Solomon Ennis’s colossal Titan body instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly shrinking and dissipating until he returned to his normal human size.

Simultaneously, his figure flickered like a phantom. In an utterly graceless but brutally effective tactical maneuver, he dove for cover directly behind a common zombie that was aimlessly shambling nearby!

The very instant he moved—

"PHUT!"

It was a sound so faint it was nearly inaudible.

A perfectly round, basketball-sized hole with impossibly smooth edges materialized out of thin air in the chest of the unlucky zombie in front of him!

The void punched straight through its torso. The organs, bones, and even flesh within were gone, as if precisely excised by the most masterful surgeon’s scalpel. They had vanished without a trace, leaving only a bizarre, gaping hole through which light could pass.

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