"Please adjust the muzzle downward by 5°. Yes, it's perfect. If you fire like this..."
"Peng!"
Sparks flashed from the muzzle, and the shark-tooth projectile, which was held by someone other than its owner, flew straight into the sky with an ordinary firearm trajectory. A few seconds later, the giant bird suddenly fell in the distance.
Under Bellstarmon's surprised gaze, Miura Bourbon praised Omo in his trademark smooth tone: "The hit was perfect, the master's hand was unexpectedly stable, just like a seasoned sniper."
"Actually, it's some basic shooting skills." Omer put down the 'Lotus Root' and watched the bastard bird fall, then immediately returned it to the Belstamon. "For the rest... let's rely on 553 to support me."
"553?" Bourbon was a little confused.
And Bellstarmon looked at his favorite gun that had just been used by his partner in a weird way.
My favorite gun, which has always been used for close combat, was used as a shotgun in the hands of my partner, and it even accidentally hit...
Well, Ultimate Digimon's weapons are always a bit out of the ordinary. Even if it looks like a double-barreled shotgun, her beloved gun Lotus Root is not unable to be used at long range. It's just that for Belstamon, that kind of use is difficult. The way is neither domineering nor handsome.
Rather than watching the prey fall from a distance, she prefers to get closer and see a few more holes in the opponent's body.
But at this moment, she saw the parrot beast in the distance trying to flutter to buffer, but it still fell into the data stream that was out of sight, and exploded countless particles... She didn't think that her partner's shot with no bonus could Shoot that bastard bird to death.
I'm just a little surprised that my partner's arm can withstand the recoil of his favorite gun and is still so stable when shooting.
He obviously hasn't used his card yet, right?
"Do you want me to touch up?" she asked.
"No, this is a lesson that guy tried to intimidate us."
When he thought about how that guy dared to rush over and howl a few minutes ago, but was frightened by the momentum of his raising his hand to signal the evolution of the Witch Beast, and then moved away urgently, Omer did not expect to encounter such a situation while surfing the Internet with Bourbon. thing.
It is true that bird-type Digimon have always been more violent, and the minority such as Aguramon (also known as Aquimon) are more intellectual.
But this is not the land of the Digital World, so it is a bit unexpected to encounter such a sudden intrusion of Digimon.
It can only be said that the federal policy is probably too tolerant, allowing these guys to appear in the data world outside their hometown.
"Soak in hot water for five minutes, soak in ice water for five minutes, and repeat back and forth three times. This is the way to maintain the feel of keyboard and mouse in the early days when e-sports was still limited to the keyboard and mouse." Omer was still telling Bourbon what he had mentioned before. Skill, after all, the curiosity in the child's eyes is always undisguised.
It’s just that it may be difficult for ordinary people to interpret feelings from it.
“Although contemporary e-sports has entered another level, this support plan is still effective.”
"Soaking in hot water prevents tenosynovitis and link fatigue, while soaking in ice water maintains nerve response speed. This is a maintenance technique common to all professional circles involving hands."
"A few extreme professionals would even water their wrists with ice water on a regular basis, but that felt like over-squeezing before the era of transformation."
"Do I also need to do this kind of homework?"
"No, you need a more standard and precise arm swing, not the rhythm of your fingers."
Homais didn't think there was anything wrong with Bourbon's subconscious idea of applying it to training. He was just correcting the difference in understanding. This made the girl on the side who was so bored that she turned around cast a subtle look at the two of them, but he did not Continue nonchalantly:
"Athletes who use their legs have another maintenance plan, maybe you can all go for a round of leg care and acupressure before the game."
"Isn't it acupuncture?"
"……if you are willing to."
When this topic was brought up, the trainer's expression was a little subtle.
"In fact, I don't really trust the acupuncturist in the academy's infirmary. Her reputation among the trainers is not optimistic."
"Understood, it has been written into the memory file."
"It's enough to write a review. The real situation should be witnessed with both eyes." Omer corrected slightly.
"Understood! Annotation added."
"I'm talking about you two stupid trainers, Ma Niang," the cowboy girl in black looked at the two of them speechlessly, "We have missed three rounds of large servers. It doesn't matter if you want to chat, but can you change the place?"
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"It's easy to be attacked even if you stand still!"
After all, she evolved into Bellstarmon specifically to act as a bodyguard. Although she does not reject the traditional relationship of Digimon protecting her partner, she rather likes it. After all, it is natural for a cowboy sister to like to protect her younger brother.
But unfortunately, her partner is not her little brother and does not need her protection.
The real protection target is Bourbon.
Ma Niang, who didn't have many interactions with this person, still had the impression that she was "as dumb as an Andulu beast", but it didn't matter if she stayed a little longer, not to mention that the other party seemed to be quite talented in shooting - she just adjusted the angle directly through dictation. In this way, his partner shot down the parrot beast that was more than a thousand meters away in mid-air.
The latter has not made any move yet, probably because he does not dare to retaliate.
She has been patrolling the surrounding area. In this public network field, there are ever-changing data channels, and there are countless passing network borrowers.
There were many passers-by who stopped to cast glances at her, her partner, and Bourbon, which made her feel very annoying.
But at this moment, she heard her partner's answer:
"It's convenient for the other party to confirm our coordinates here, Bellstarmon."
"We don't need to join those servers. We just need to stand in the most conspicuous public area and wait for a door to open."
"How long will that take?"
"It could take a few minutes, or it could be over in a long time."
"Then how long do we have to wait?"
Even though the dark mask covered half of her face, the girl's three eyes showed the same disgust.
"Five minutes, five minutes will allow Morrison to confirm Chaldea's new announcement - oh, here it comes."
Omer said, looking at the data door that suddenly opened in front of his eyes. The three connected diamond-shaped Chaldean logos on it were quite obvious.
So he waved to Bourbon and Bellstarmon:
"Madam, madam, let's follow."
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"Cool! There are even cards for Jayton and Jin Guqiao!"
"Look at this, Behemoth who just finished recharging his batteries in the gospel class!"
"Oooo!
! "
"And this, the monster Gomora that is loved by children! I also have a version of Mecha Gomora!"
"Cool!"
In Chaldea's Internet Guest Room, although Morgan and El-Melloi II still maintained their original seats on the left and right, a certain Master who was supposed to be sitting in the middle had already moved closer to the guest opposite.
"He told me he'd be back to his old self in about a week," Morgan deadpanned.
"Not having to use it for a day is also a great reward, lady."
El-Melloi II tried hard to suppress his stomachache.
