It is still at the end of the spring breeze, and the warm wind from the sea is making the windmills that can be seen everywhere in Dongdoruma rotate, and it also blows away the smoke that spreads in the battle street.
The hunters looked expectantly and nervously at the source of the smoke.
Theoretically, no creature should be able to survive such an attack and explosion, not to mention that the explosion still originated from within the body.
However, the ancient dragon species is a life form that transcends common biological knowledge.
The hunters did not dare to let down their guard, especially the three teams of top hunters. Only they knew best how tenacious the ancient dragon species was.
In the remaining smoke, a strange and ferocious giant shadow like a zombie skeleton slowly stood up.
Most of the wing membrane on one side of the wing claw was torn into pieces. Near the root, the scales and muscles where the dragon-killing cannon shell directly hit disappeared, revealing the charred bones burned by the explosive flames and dragon-type energy.
With this injury, it probably won't be able to fly.
However, the most serious injury is not here.
The entire thorax and abdominal cavity of Styracosaurus has now become "open", leaving only the exceptionally strong sternum and ribs, which still maintain their original shape.
The flesh, flesh, internal organs and other soft tissues became a mess filled with holes.
In the abdominal cavity, the dragon's blood was mixed with sticky black oil, so dark that it was difficult to distinguish.
But as long as the internal structure of this dragon is not much different from that of ordinary dragon species, then half of its lungs, the entire stomach, and even a considerable part of the intestines should have been turned into fragments, mixed with the black oil, and spread All over the floor.
After all this, this guy is still alive? !
The same thought flashed through the minds of everyone present.
The strong wing claws dug into the ground, supporting the giant Styracosaurus to lift its body.
"Hoot!" The roar sounded like a broken organ, but it was still a ferocious roar that resounded throughout the battle street.
"Get ready to fight!" Altman roared, unfolding his musket and setting up his large shield, "Scatter and approach, don't think about fighting forcefully, attract attention, and deal with it!"
Ferdy waved and played the hunting whistle, offering protection.
Amidst the exciting music, the two heavily armed defenders, Altman and Pen Lancer Will, took the lead in launching the charge.
As Yin Bian's half-defender, Feng Ying eagerly wanted to push forward, but Gordon grabbed her and threw her behind her.
"There is no so-called forward in this battle, and you are not a defender. Everyone is a shortstop, remember?!"
After scolding Feng Ying, Gordon led the remaining high-ranking swordsmen to spread out and surround the Styracosaurus from multiple directions.
The shooters each chose a suitable angle of attack and fired with all their strength.
There is no need to choose a target. The messy open wounds on the chest and abdomen of Styracosaurus lack the protection of scales and muscles, and the crossbow bullets can go straight to the internal organs.
Just squeeze the trigger and pour all the ammunition into it.
Artillery and heavy crossbows all over the battle street also launched attacks together.
In fact, they are the main force of the attack. No matter how powerful the hunters are, the power of a single attack cannot be compared with that of gunpowder-propelled howitzer shells.
It's a pity that they can't move. Without the cover of hunters, monsters of the level of Styracosaurus can easily destroy them.
"Roar!"
Styracosaurus took a deep breath, and a dazzling red light ignited from its chest.
"Breath! Dodge!" Gordon stared closely at the movements of the head and neck of the Styracosaurus while yelling to remind his companions.
The high-ranking swordsmen who were responsible for dealing with Styracosaurus at close range put away their weapons and scattered around.
A solid pillar of fire ejected from the mouth of the Styracosaurus and swept in all directions as its head swung.
The experience and skills of the upper-level hunters were extraordinary. Through the movements of the Styracosaurus's head, they predicted the path of the breath blast in advance and evaded it in time, so no one was injured.
However, the breath of Styracosaurus that can destroy the city wall with one strike is not that simple.
Breathing in the form of flame pillars is very common. Yange Dragon, Armored Dragon, and some subspecies of fire dragons all have similar breathing methods.
But the essence of those breaths is mostly flame gas columns composed of high-temperature and high-pressure flammable gases.
Styracosaurus is different, it spits out black oil with amazing energy per unit.
After studying samples left behind by the previous attacks of Styracosaurus, scholars discovered that.
This kind of black grease is similar in composition to heavy oil. It is rich in sulfur and certain high-energy powders that are difficult to resolve. It will be activated by high temperatures and cause violent explosions.
Scholars also hope that the explosion of dragon-killing cannons and gunpowder can ignite the black oil stored in the body of Styracosaurus, thereby directly blowing it into pieces.
But unfortunately, this special oil named "super heavy keel oil" seems to be completely controlled by Gigantosaurus.
Only when it is spit out as breath fuel will it cause an explosion. The parts stored in its body and flowing on its surface are quite stable and safe, and are not even flammable.
Incomprehensible.
Hayata, who was running, trying to get close to the hind legs of the Styracosaurus, and launched a disruptive attack, suddenly stopped his momentum.
The burning breath of oil swept across a few meters in front of her, and the amazing heat radiated curled the ends of her hair.
After exhaling, a large ball of asphalt-like semi-fluid black oil was left on the path swept by the flame pillar.
The black oil boiled and expanded, burning bright red from within.
Upon seeing this, Hayata immediately turned around and ran at full speed, trying to keep the distance.
Just two or three seconds later, the black oil mass exploded. The moment the explosion sounded, Hayata fell down.
The explosion of black oil clumps is no less powerful than a barrel bomb, but its dangers don't stop there.
The violently burning keel oil spread out in all directions along with the blast wind, covering an astonishing range. The scene was like detonating an incendiary bomb filled with adhesive in the air.
Hayata quickly stood up after dodging the explosion.
She could feel several flames and sparks falling on her body. Due to the presence of flammable grease, they could not be extinguished even if they were swatted.
Realizing that these flames were not easy to deal with, Hayata immediately rolled on the spot continuously, and finally used the dust and dust on the ground to extinguish the flames.
After glancing at the armor, which had several scorch marks but was not burned through, Hayata was secretly thankful.
Fortunately, I chose to change into the Purple Poison Princess armor with excellent fire resistance. If I still wear the black dragon suit with extremely poor fire resistance in this battle, even if I extinguish the flames at this time, I am afraid I will still suffer serious burns. .
Aiden, the newbie, ran over like an Ellu, ready to sprinkle two handfuls of life dust.
Hayata waved his hands and said "I'm fine" before continuing to rush towards the Styracosaurus.
At the same time, Gordon also came to the Styracosaurus.
A Styracosaurus with a broken front claw could still move freely on the ground. The extraordinarily strong wing claws took over the role of the forelimbs, supporting its huge body weighing thousands of tons.
What Gordon was looking for was the right wing claw of Styracosaurus.
The wing claw, especially the base near the shoulder, was seriously injured by the direct fire from the previous Dragon Slayer Cannon. Although there is not much difference in the action, it should be regarded as a weakness.
Julius, who arrived here earlier than Gordon, obviously had the same idea.
The two looked at each other and launched an attack together.
(End of chapter)
