Azrael was astonished to notice that the bullets scattered across the ground were increasing at an incredible rate! His eyes widened wider and wider, as though they were about to pop from their sockets.
With only a hurried glance, his specially modified eyes instantly analyzed the exact number of bullets on the ground.
The bullets piled across the floor had already reached a full thousand, yet Mo Tuo's fingers had not stopped, still pushing one cold bullet after another from the magazine.
After noticing Azrael's stunned and shocked gaze, Mo Tuo stopped pushing out bullets. "Well? Have you discovered the secret?"
Azrael nodded as if waking from a dream. "Mm... I understand now. But... how is this possible?"
His gaze was still somewhat unfocused. Clearly, he had yet to fully recover from the shocking scene he had just witnessed.
Azrael simply could not understand why an apparently ordinary magazine could so easily keep spitting out thousands of bullets!
Under normal circumstances, a magazine of this size could hold, at most, thirty bullets.
With a light flick of his hand, Mo Tuo threw the magazine toward Azrael like a dart:
"This magazine is no ordinary item. It was personally developed by the great Lord of the Stars.
"It uses the most advanced spatial folding technology. Its interior contains an unimaginably vast capacity and can hold a full hundred thousand bullets!"
"A hundred thousand bullets?"
Azrael stared at the magazine in his hand in shock, repeatedly pushing bullets out of it in disbelief. One thick bullet after another slid from the magazine and fell onto the deck with crisp clinks.
"The Lord of the Stars possesses power worthy of a true god."
Only after pushing several thousand bullets from the magazine did Azrael finally believe Mo Tuo's words completely.
Seeing the awestruck