“Distance?”
“Twelve kilometers.”
“What about the other directions?”
“Safe.”
In a state of mind resonance, the communication between the two was simplified. As soon as Andrea raised a question, she could get an answer immediately—it could even be said that it was not Sylvie who answered her, but herself.
After getting rid of the initial discomfort, all that remained was freedom and joy—she already liked this feeling. Whether it was the vision of seeing a thousand miles at a glance or the merging of consciousness with Sylvie, it made her perception wider, as if even the world had become more vivid.
I wonder what it would feel like to resonate with Princess Tilly?
“Flight group, this is Lightning. Ark group, can you see me?” At this moment, Lightning's voice came from another pair of Listening Sigils.
Andrea concentrated her mind and pulled her vision back, "Found you."
“How is this altitude?”
“It should be fine, as long as you find a cloud to hide in.”
“Roger.”
“Goo.”
In the entire sniper operation, Lightning and Maggie would take on the final remedial work. Once an effective kill was not achieved, or the number of enemies exceeded expectations, they would swoop down from above the enemies and complete the final blow at close range. When the little girl dived at full speed, her speed was almost three times that of the Fear Beast. Coupled with Maggie's unexpected transformation ability, the success rate was almost 100%.
But this trick can only be used once.
If there are other devils present, they can only choose to retreat.
Of course, Andrea never considered letting them take action.
She has enough confidence in her abilities.
A hundred shots, a hundred hits. This is her pride as a shooter, and also the trump card that overwhelms Ashes with her own strength.
She wants to show these little girls what true professionalism is.
Six kilometers.
Sylvie's voice sounded again.
Ah, I've aimed at it.
Andrea closed her eyes, making her vision completely disappear, and then focused all her attention on the first target.
Five kilometers is not the limit of the range, nor the limit of the ability, but the limit of her own personal limit—theoretically, as long as it is within the killing range of the bullet, a hit is guaranteed upon sight, but the restriction of magic restricts her performance, so that she cannot truly achieve this.
If the magic is exhausted at once, the witch will also fall into a coma.
Five kilometers can be said to be the optimal solution obtained through repeated testing.
With the drive of her mind, the magic in her body poured out frantically, wrapping her whole body. A virtual guide line soon appeared and connected with the unsuspecting Fear Beast.
Looking at this silver thread, it would be difficult to associate it with the trajectory of the bullet—it was so distorted, first rising high like an arch bridge, pointing directly at the empty sky, and then turning into an undulating broken line as the distance increased.
That's right, a broken line. This is the trajectory that Andrea has seen since she got the anti-Fear Beast sniper rifle, and it is constantly changing its shape. The middle section almost floats with the wind, much like a strand of broken spider silk. The only difference is that the end of the trajectory is always fixed on the target.
She once asked Roland, and Roland's answer was a bit unexpected.
He said that this ability could not be regarded as aiming at all, because aiming could not calculate those things that had already happened but had not yet arrived. After the bullet leaves the barrel, its speed will continue to decrease, and the influence of the external environment will become greater and greater. For example, a gust of wind can cause the bullet's landing point to deviate by hundreds of meters. Therefore, even the most accurate scope cannot allow the shooter to hit every shot.
After magnifying it to five kilometers, even one out of a hundred hits became a luxury.
“Then what is my ability?” she asked at the time.
“It's guessing the coin.” The other party seemed to have been waiting for her to ask this question. Although it had the suspicion of deliberately mystifying, she didn't 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 land on the enemy's head? It's like throwing a handful of coins into the sky, but you can choose the one that stands up in advance.”
“Are you sure? But I always can't draw the cards I want when playing cards…”
“Ahem, these two are not the same thing. In short, do you want to become stronger? There is a subject that may greatly increase your ability.”
“Really? What is it?”
His Majesty smiled, “Probability theory.”
If conditional probability is analyzing the joint influence of different conditions on the results, and your ability is to turn these conditions into constants one by one, or simply erase them, such an ability can be said to have unlimited potential, as long as you can completely master it—until now, Andrea still clearly remembers His Majesty handing her the book with a smile.
And she was quite excited at the time, as if a road without obstacles was slowly unfolding in front of her, surpassing the extraordinary was today!
However, this feeling only lasted until the evening after she opened the book "Probability Theory."
What is this!
This is not something that a normal person can understand!
"Click—"
At the moment when the silver thread merged into the background of the world, Andrea pulled the trigger.
The roar that far exceeded the sound of a bolt-action rifle slammed into her chest like a hammer. The flame flashed away, and what arrived at the same time as the airflow was a huge impact. The butt could not be suppressed and retreated backward, and then hit her shoulder, but the multiple flexible buffer coatings of the tail helped her to remove most of the force, and the gun rack with a cushion backrest further dispersed the impact to her whole body. Before the dust settled, she was ready for the second shot.
Then strange magic poured into Andrea's body.
Everything was arranged as in the rehearsal. Except for the witch and Maggie who were necessary for the sniper, everyone else could provide her with magic to complete the shooting, and the combat witch who was responsible for protection was no exception.
“How is it, did you hit it?” Everyone asked with concern.
After all, this strike will determine the success or failure of this mission.
“The bullet will fly for a while,” Andrea replied confidently, “But it has already hit.”
That's right, as His Majesty said.
She has already selected the lucky coin that will inevitably face up from tens of millions of coins.
Even if Sylvie could not capture this bullet, she could still silently tell its life—after flying four kilometers, the height of the warhead was already lower than the flying height of the devil. Although its speed still had a terrible killing power, the accuracy deviated too much. If it continued like this, it would only plunge into the mud.
But a strong wind will change everything. It is like a bird taking off in the wind, or a tile skimming across the water, raising its head again and flying high, and drawing an arc along the wind direction. After bypassing the two devils in front, it drilled into the belly of the Fear Beast from the side.
After Andrea fired the second shot, she did not rush to prepare for the next shot, but aimed her eyes at the Fear Beast at the end of the team—her first target.
“Bang,” then she said softly.
The next moment, the Fear Beast shuddered suddenly, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from its back. Large clumps of internal organs slid out, and its belly visibly deflated. The devil riding on it was directly cut into two pieces, and half of its body was thrown high, and the mist in the jar was sprayed everywhere.
The sky was like a blooming flower of blood.