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"Please adjust the muzzle downward by 5°, yes, it's perfect, if you just fire like this..."

"Oh!"

Sparks from the muzzle of the gun flashed, and the shark-toothed projectile, which was held by someone other than its owner, went straight into the sky with a normal gun trajectory, and a few seconds later, a giant bird suddenly fell in the distance.

Under Belstamon's astonished eyes, Miura Bourbon praised Omer in that characteristic non-fluctuating tone: "Perfect hit, the Master's hand is more stable than expected, just like a seasoned sniper."

"Actually, there are some basic shooting skills." Omer, who put down the 'lotus root', looked at the fall of the bastard bird, and immediately returned it to Belstamon. "Other things... rely on 553 to support it."

"553?" Bourbon was a little confused.

And Belstarmon looked at his favorite gun that was just used by his partner in a weird way.

The favorite gun, which has always been used for close combat, was used as a shotgun in the hands of his partner, and he accidentally hit it...

Well, the weapons of the ultimate Digimon are always a bit out of the norm. Even if it looks like a double-barreled shotgun, her favorite gun, the lotus root, is not impossible for long-range use, but for Belstarmon, that kind of use The way is not domineering, nor handsome.

Rather than watching the prey fall from a distance, she prefers to look at the extra pairs of holes on the opponent's body.

But at this moment, seeing the parrot beast in the distance trying to thump and buffer, it still fell into the data stream that was hard to reach, and exploded countless particles... She didn't think that her partner's shot with no bonus could Kill that bastard bird.

I'm just a little surprised that my partner's arm can withstand the recoil of my favorite gun, and it can still be so stable when shooting.

He obviously hasn't used his card yet, right?
"Should I make up the knife?" she asked.

"No, this is the lesson that guy tried to intimidate us."

Thinking of the guy who dared to rush over and howl a few minutes ago, but was frightened by the momentum of raising his hand to signal the evolution of the witch beast, he had to move away urgently. Omer never thought that he would encounter such a situation while surfing the Internet with Bourbon. thing.

It is true that bird-type Digimon have always been more irritable, and the minority such as Agoramon (also known as Aquilamon) are more intellectual.

But this is not the land of the digital world, and it is really a bit unexpected to meet such a sudden intrusion Digimon.

It can only be said that the federal policy is probably too lenient, allowing these guys to appear wantonly in the data world outside their hometown.

"Soak in hot water for 5 minutes, soak in ice water for 5 minutes, and repeat back and forth three times. This is the way to maintain the feel of e-sports in the early days when e-sports were only limited to keyboards and mice." Omer is still telling Bourbon what he mentioned before 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 stepped into another level, this hand-raising plan is still effective."

"Soaking in hot water is to prevent tenosynovitis and link fatigue, and soaking in ice water is to maintain the speed of nerve response. This is a common maintenance technique in all professional circles involving hands."

"Very few extreme professionals even regularly water their wrists with ice water, but that tastes somewhat over-extracted before the transformation era."

"Do I need to do this kind of homework too?"

"No, what you need is a more standard and precise arm swing, not the rhythm of your fingers."

Homa didn't think there was anything wrong with Bourbon's subconscious idea of ​​applying it to training, but just corrected the difference in understanding, which made the girl who was so bored that she turned her gun cast subtle glances at the two, but he didn't Continue casually:
"Athletes who use their legs have another maintenance plan, maybe let you all go for a round of leg care and acupressure before the game."

"Isn't it acupuncture?"

"……if you are willing to."

Bringing up this topic, the trainer's expression was a little subtle.

"Actually, I don't trust the acupuncturist in the college's infirmary. Her reputation among the trainers is not optimistic."

"Understood, it has been written into the memory file."

"It's enough to write in the style review, and you should witness it with your eyes." O'Mo slightly corrected.

"Understood! Annotation has been added."

"I said you two are idiot trainers Ma Niang." The cowboy girl in black looked at the two of them speechlessly, "We have already missed three rounds of large servers. It doesn't matter if you want to chat, but can you change the place?"

"It's easy to be attacked if you stand still!"

In the final analysis, she evolved into Belstarmon just to act as a bodyguard. Although she doesn't reject the traditional relationship of Digimon protecting partners, it's better to say that she likes it very much. After all, it's only natural that a cowboy sister likes to protect her younger brother.

But unfortunately, the partner is not her little brother, and does not need her protection.

The real protection target, however, is Bourbon.

Ma Niang, who doesn't communicate much with this one, still has the impression of being "as dumb as an Andurus beast", but it's okay to stay a little bit, not to mention that the other party seems to have quite a talent for shooting - 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 the air.

The latter hasn't moved yet, probably because he doesn't dare to retaliate.

She has been patrolling the surroundings. In this public network domain, there are rapidly changing data channels, and there are countless passing network borrowers.

Among them, there were many passers-by who stopped and stared at herself, her partner and Bourbon, which made her feel very annoying.

But at this moment, she heard the answer from her partner:
"This is where it is convenient for the other party to confirm our coordinates, Belstarmon."

"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 it take?"

"It's as short as a few minutes, and as long as it is, I'm afraid it will pass."

"Then how long do we have to wait?"

Even with a pitch-black mask covering half of her face, the girl's three eyes showed the same disgust.

"Five minutes, 5 minutes will allow Morrison to confirm Chaldea's new announcement—oh, here we come."

As Omer said, he looked at the data door that opened suddenly in front of him, and the three Chaldean logos connected in a diamond shape were quite obvious.

So he waved at Bourbon and Belstamon:

"Ma'am, miss, let's follow."

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"Cool! Even the cards of Jayden and Jinguqiao!"

"Look at this picture, Behemoth who just finished charging at the Gospel class!"

"Oooo!!!"

"And this one, Gomora the Monster, which is loved by kids! I also have a Gomora Mecha version!"

"Cool!"

In Chaldea's online reception room, although Morgan and El-Melloi II still kept the original seats on the left and the right, a certain master who was supposed to sit in the middle has already moved to the opposite guest.

"He told me he was going to change back to his old self in about a week." Morgan was expressionless.

"It's a great reward not to have to use it for a day, Lady."

El-Melloi II tried hard to suppress his stomachache.

(End of this chapter)