If the devil flying in the front notices the accident at this time, there is still a chance to escape the gaze of the god of death. During the test, Andrea noticed that if the target is a dead object, such as a balloon fluttering in the wind Classes, then there are almost no accidents, but living beings with autonomous consciousness are not the same.
Living creatures that are aware that they may be in danger and drastically alter their course of motion are not within the limits of ability. Still the same sentence, as long as the shot is fired, the bullet will definitely land somewhere; once she pulls the trigger, the corresponding landing point is doomed, and if the target leaves the predetermined coincidence location due to some subjective factor, it will Can dodge this mortal blow.
Previously, from shooting to hitting, it happened within the electric flint, so she never missed, but when the distance was extended to five kilometers, the process seemed a bit too "long".
Andrea is not surprised by this situation, after all her ability is to pick the coin that is bound to go up, not to apply glue under the coin, if someone jerks off the carpet at the bottom, or touches it with a finger coin, it will still fall.
It is this result that the flight crew is prepared for.
Too bad the devil is indifferent.
It can't be blamed for not being alert enough, even if it just stays at an altitude of several hundred meters, the howling wind makes it difficult to talk, not to mention the fearful beast is still flying in the wind. This point of lightning has been repeatedly tested at the beginning of the formulation of the plan, and the final conclusion is that as long as the two are separated by ten meters, the sound of the bullet penetrating the body can be completely covered by the wind noise.
This is also the reason why Andrea first aimed at the last devil.
The large-caliber bullet that penetrated into the beast's body from the abdomen completely destroyed its internal organs, and at the same time, the oblique side attack ruptured its stomach, which not only caused the internal organs to be emptied, but also made it lose the ability to scream.
The devil, who didn't notice the slightest difference, missed his only chance of escape.
After a few breaths, a bullet that fell from the sky shattered its chest cavity, and then broke the mount's spine.
The pack-horror beast in the middle of the team finally realized that something was wrong, but with its IQ, it couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. Under the instinctive trend, it just turned around and moved in the direction of Taquila. fly away.
This is no different from a dead thing in Andrea's eyes.
She tossed the third upright coin.
…
In the evening, the ark surfaced again.
According to the map drawn by the expedition team, the sniper team arrived safely at the lower level of a naturally collapsed stone cave at the resting base.
"There are still dried bird's beak mushrooms here?" Amy said in surprise.
"I collected goo!" Maisie took out a few glass bottles from under a stone, "There are even spices for barbecue!"
"You don't hide these things in every stronghold, do you?"
"Of course," Lightning said proudly, "this is already rudimentary. If it is located in the "Forest Pavilion", the food stored in it is estimated to be able to support a banquet! "
"The Pavilion in the Forest?" Sharon asked curiously, "Where is that?"
"A giant tree near the Extremis Mountains, its trunk is almost as thick as a castle," Maggie gestured, "We asked the leaves to build a roof on it, and also set up a drying area, which is specially used for drying food. The dried meat is goooo."
"I'm afraid that only His Majesty Roland can tolerate you stealing his refined salt and spices," Earl Speer rubbed his forehead. "These bottles alone are estimated to be worth several golden dragons. If they are placed in other territories, the lord must You can't cook it."
The big butler of Sleeping Island nodded deeply.
"I didn't steal it!" Maisie protested, "Those spices were all picked up from the ground!"
"Pick up?" Speer looked suspicious.
"The spice barrels in the kitchen always leak out. I just collect them."
"Besides, we don't take it for nothing," Lightning added. "In the fjords, any explorer can use the charts they draw to get rich rewards. I have drawn many maps for His Majesty."
"Actually, even if the kitchen is emptied, Your Majesty won't blame you," Sylvie interjected weakly, "What is collecting spices? I've seen Nightingale go to the kitchen six times a week to collect the honey prepared by the chef. All the dried fish in juice was swept away. And not only the dried fish, but even the ones in His Majesty's study…”
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became solemn.
"What's in the room?"
Only then did Sylvie come back to his senses, "Ah no, it's nothing... I'm just starving, hurry up and cook!"
And Andrea's timely firefighting remarks also dispelled everyone's curiosity.
"Speaking of which... do you really want to find out about Nightingale's secret?"
So everyone smothered the doubts in their minds and got busy separately.
Sharon lit the fire with electric sparks, Amy cut mushrooms nimbly, Phyllis and Ashes carried a wild boar back, Speer Percy was still seasick... After a while, the tempting The scent spreads in the cave.
Although there are many fewer dishes than the castle banquet, it is already a rare delicacy for the pancakes and jerky that are often eaten in the wild.
Especially when Ashes used the little fat under the wild boar's belly to fry the fat, and then sprinkled it on the half-charred mushroom sliced skewers, everyone drooled involuntarily.
In the end, the wild boar was eaten clean, not even the hooves.
After filling their stomachs, everyone who had been running for a day quickly fell asleep, leaving only the most energetic Transcendent and God's Punishment Witch to be in charge of the night.
"I'll stay at midnight," Ashes filled the fire with two pieces of wood, "I heard from His Highness Tilly that although your sleep time is short, if you don't get enough rest, the impact will be much greater than the average person. "
"If it's serious, it will even cause this body to lose control," Phyllis admitted calmly, "but it's still early, so it's okay to sleep again later."
Ash nodded and stopped talking. She was not a talkative person, even in front of Tilly, she just listened and shared more.
All that was left in the cave was the crackling of flames and the slight breathing of the witches.
"Their relationship is really good," Phyllis murmured while looking at the sleeping little girl. "In Taquila's time, I'm afraid I can't find a partner as close as them."
Ashes followed the other party's gaze, and saw Lightning lying on a piece of animal skin, with a curled Maisie lying on her stomach, the latter's white hair reaching the ground spread out, covering it like a silk quilt. The two of them looked very warm.
She couldn't help but smile, "This guy wasn't like this from the beginning. Before she was accepted by the witch, she almost lived alone as a dove for several years, and almost lost the ability to speak. Don't Saying that she is close to someone, any noise can make her panic."
"I just don't know if this kind of intimacy can be seen again in the future..." Phyllis lowered her eyelids, "I hope this battle of divine will will change."
"Why do you say that?" Ash raised her eyebrows. Although she didn't want to ask too much, she still couldn't help but say, "Won't the common enemy make everyone more closely united?"
"That's true," Phyllis sighed, "but it will gradually change the group of witches. Didn't you realize that magic affects more than just our abilities?"