Distance?

Twelve kilometers.

What about other directions?

Safe.

In a state of telepathy, the process of communication between the two is simplified, and Andrea can get an instant answer to a question that arises - it can even be said that it is not Sylvie who answers her, but herself.

After getting rid of the initial discomfort, all that remained was freedom and exhilaration - she had come to love the feeling, whether it was the sight of a thousand miles or the merging with Sylvie's consciousness, which made her perception more expansive, as if the world was alive.

I wonder what it's like to resonate with Her Highness Tilly?

"Flight group communication, here is lightning. Ark group, can you see me?" At this moment, the sound of lightning came from the other pair of listening sigils.

Andrea reined in her spirit and pulled her vision back, "I've found you." ”

"How high is that?"

"It should be fine, just find a cloud and hide. ”

"Understood. ”

"Goo. ”

Throughout the sniper campaign, Lightning and Maisie will be the final remedy, swooping down from the enemy's head to deliver the final blow at close range if they fail to get an effective kill, or if the number of enemies exceeds expectations. When the little girl dives at full speed, the speed is almost three times that of the dinosaur, and with Maisie's unexpected transformation ability, the success rate is almost 100%.

But this trick can only be used once.

If there are other demons on the field, they can only choose to retreat.

Of course, Andrea didn't even think about letting them do it.

She has enough confidence in her abilities.

This is her pride as a shooter, and it is also the trump card that single-handedly overwhelms the ashes.

She wants to show these little girls what it means to be truly professional.

Six kilometers.

Sylvie's voice rang out again.

Ah, I'm aiming for it.

Andrea closed her eyes, causing her vision to disappear completely, and then focused on her first target.

Five kilometers is not the limit of range, nor is it the limit of her ability, but her personal limit - theoretically, as long as she is within the killing range of the bullet, she can hit when she sees it, but the upper limit of her magic power restricts her ability to play it, so that she can't really achieve it.

If the mana is exhausted all at once, the witch will also fall into a fainting.

Five kilometers can be said to be the optimal solution obtained by repeated tests.

With the drive of her mind, the magic in her body poured out wildly, enveloping her whole person, and the imaginary guide line soon appeared, connecting with the unaware dinosaur.

It's hard to relate to the trajectory of the bullet when you look at this thin silver thread—it's so twisted that it rises like an arched bridge to the empty sky, and then turns into an undulating line as the distance increases.

That's right, the broken line, it's a trajectory that Andrea has only seen since she got the anti-terrorist beast sniper rifle, and it's changing shape all the time, and the middle section is almost fluttering in the wind, like a broken wisp of spider silk. The only difference is that the end of the trajectory is always fixed to the target.

She had asked His Majesty Roland, and His Majesty's answer was somewhat unexpected.

He said that this ability is not aimed at all, because aiming cannot measure what has happened but is not yet to come. The speed of the bullet will continue to decrease after the discharge, and it will be more and more affected by the external environment, for example, a gust of cross wind can deviate the landing point of the bullet by more than hundreds of meters, so no matter how accurate the scope is, it will not allow the shooter to achieve a hundred shots.

And after it is stretched to five kilometers, it has become a luxury.

"And what am I capable of?" she asked.

"It's a coin guess. The other party seemed to have been waiting for her to ask this question, although there was some suspicion of pretense, but she did not hate it, "If the external conditions are exactly the same, then the result will be fixed, think about it, as long as you shoot, then the bullet will definitely land somewhere, so how can you make it fall on the enemy's head? It's like throwing a coin into the sky, and you can choose the one that stands in advance." 」

"Are you sure? But I can't always get the cards I want when I play......

"Ahem, the two are not the same thing. In short, do you want to get stronger? There is a subject that might be able to increase your abilities dramatically. 」

"Really?

His Majesty smiled, "Probability. 」

If conditional probability is analyzing the combined effects of different conditions on the outcome, and your ability to turn these conditions into constants one by one, or to erase them altogether, the potential for this is limitless, as long as you can master it thoroughly - until now Andrea vividly remembers the scene when His Majesty smiled and handed her the book.

And she was also quite excited at the time, as if a supreme smooth road was slowly unfolding in front of her, and the transcendent was in the present day!

However, this feeling only lasted until the evening, after she opened the book "Theory of Probability".

What!

This is not something that normal people can understand at all, okay?

"Click-"

At the moment when the silver thread melts into the context of the world, Andrea pulls the trigger.

Far more than the roar of a bolt-action rifle almost hammered down on her chest, the flames flickered and flickered, and the air flow arrived with a tremendous impact. The butt of the gun recoiled irrepressibly and slammed into her shoulder, but the special multi-layer flexible cushioning coating on the rear helped her remove most of the force, and the gun carriage with cushion backrest further dispersed the impact throughout her body. Before the dust could fall, she was ready for a second shot.

Then strange magic poured into Andrea's body.

Everything is as it was arranged during the drill, except for the witch and Maggie, who are necessary for sniping, everyone else can provide her with magic to complete the shooting, and the battle witch who is responsible for protecting her is no exception.

"How's it going, did you hit?" asked the crowd with a look of concern.

After all, this blow will determine the success or failure of this mission.

"The bullet will fly a little longer," Andrea replied confidently, "but it's already hit." ”

That's right, as His Majesty said.

She had already chosen the lucky coin that was bound to go up among thousands of coins.

Even if Sylvie had been able to catch the bullet, she would still be able to tell the story of its life - after four kilometers of flight, the altitude of the warhead was already below the altitude of the Devil's flight, and although its speed was still terrifyingly lethal, the target had deviated so much that it would only plunge headlong into the mud if it continued like this.

But a violent upwind would change all that, like a bird riding the wind, or a tile that brushes the water, and flies high again, and arcs in the direction of the wind, bypassing the two demons in front of it, and burrowing into the belly of the dinosaur from the side.

After firing the second shot, Andrea didn't rush to prepare for the next shot, but instead focused on the dinosaur at the end of the line, her first target.

"Bang," she whispered.

The next moment, I saw the dinosaur tremble violently, and a cloud of blood mist was lifted on its back, and a large mass of internal organs slipped out, and its stomach deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye. And the riding devil was directly broken in two, the upper body was thrown high, and the mist in the jar was sprayed everywhere.

It was like a flower of blood blooming in the sky.