Chapter 1577 Taking the initiative to attack
Gail and Ancier rode a pterosaur and jumped onto the decisive battle platform.
"Quick! Quick! That guy is coming!"
Looking at Gale's excited look, Gordon and the others knew that the pork chop trap had a good effect.
“Boom!”
The black dragon chasing behind them had difficulty maintaining a normal flying attitude due to its damaged wings. It smashed into an ancient moss-covered covered bridge and landed, or rather crashed, on the decisive battle platform.
The golden dragon pupils were filled with anger.
The source of the anger was not only the "big gift" prepared by the hunters for it, which seriously injured it, but also the location of the decisive battle.
After the craftsmen headed by Dao Wen confirmed that this platform would be the decisive battle location, everyone discovered it.
On this platform, scratches from thorns and dragon claws can be seen everywhere, and scale fragments and skin flakes are scattered everywhere.
According to the judgment of scholars such as Alva, this platform is likely to be the lair of the black dragon.
In other words, they set the battlefield in their opponent's bedroom.
No wonder this guy is so angry
Facing the "renovated" messy lair and filled with all kinds of strange smells, the black dragon raised his upper body and stabilized his body with his thick hind limbs.
The violent roar of the dragon set off invisible air waves, and together with the terrifying momentum that seemed to be able to crush the soul, swept towards the hunters who were waiting.
"Roar——!"
"Roar**!"
Ted roared back not to be outdone, as if he felt that his voice was not loud enough, he directly pulled the trigger, triggering the Dragon Strike gun.
"Boom!"
At this distance, the damage of the Dragon Cannon is approximately zero, but the deafening sound of the cannon has largely dispelled the sense of oppression that enveloped everyone's hearts. .
As if they heard the clarion call for war, the hunters took the initiative to attack.
The ones at the front were Ted and Fabius, who were heavily armed defenders.
They charged desperately and were immediately in front of the black dragon.
Fabius, who was proficient in defensive thrusts, was slightly faster than Ted. He held his spear flat and pointed it at the black dragon's chest with a set of textbook three consecutive thrusts.
According to the intelligence, the black dragon scale armor is extremely hard, and the chest carapace is covered with a thick metal plating, and its defensive power is amazing.
However, after several confrontations with the fleet, as well as the recent explosion of "Qiqiya No. 2", Black Dragon suffered many wounds.
Even the metal layer attached to the scales on the chest was obviously damaged and peeled off.
Fabius aimed at a crack that was less than the width of his hand. The nearly three-meter-long spear was like a dexterous needle in his hand, drilling into it accurately.
Three shots in a row, one after the other, when he stabbed the spear for the third time and pulled it out, there was a trace of dark red blood on the dark golden gun head.
Although it is inconspicuous, it means that he successfully broke through the black dragon's defense.
Guns are generally heavier than spears, so Ted's thrust is not as quick and precise as Fabius's, but more brutal and violent.
The heavy blunderbuss was like a chisel, and Ted himself was the hammer. With the force of the charge, he slammed the tip of the blunderbuss into the black dragon's chest.
Then he pulled the trigger hard.
"Fire all the bullets!"
With the roar, the bullets fired out, leaving a scorch mark on the black dragon's chest. The Longhang artillery nail was as thick as an adult's arm. Wedged deeply into the gaps between scales.
Feeling the pain, the black dragon moved its center of gravity forward, and pressed down its raised upper body, as if it was going to crush the two people on its chest into meat patties.
As experienced defenders, Ted and Fabius knew well that they should not be greedy for the sword. After completing the first round of offensive, they immediately retreated and jumped back to create distance.
Seeing that the prone black dragon could not hold down the two of them, it swung its claws forward.
Seeing this, Ted and Fabius immediately set up large shields for defense.
With a heart-wrenching friction sound, the sharp claws scraped across the shield, and the two of them were shaken by the powerful force carried by the dragon's claws and slid back several meters.
The black dragon was about to pursue, but Gordon and Feng Ying, the main vanguard, had already rushed in front of it.
Experientially, he drew his sword and slashed vertically and slashed forward towards the head of the black dragon.
The black dragon's reaction speed was extremely fast. He slightly retracted his neck, causing the two men's attacks to fall into the air.
The black dragon that avoided the attack took a deep breath, and blazing flames came out from between its teeth and nostrils.
It will use its breath to turn several guys in front of it into ashes in one breath!
"You have a beautiful idea!"
A flying claw flew out and hung on the black dragon's face. The rope was quickly retracted and landed on the side of the black dragon's head with Maka.
Her right hand grasped the spine of the black dragon's eye socket, and her left hand waved the retracted steel claw, grabbing hard at the black dragon's eyes.
In Maka's opinion, this attack should be a sure thing, but what she didn't know was that someone had used the same move on the black dragon just a few days ago.
The black dragon will not fall easily for the losses it has suffered before. The moment the steel claws are about to touch the dragon's pupils, it closes its upper eyelids.
The steel claws scratched on the eyelids, leaving only a few inconspicuous white marks, with no effect.
The eyelids reopened, and the gleaming dragon eyes stared at Maka on the side of her head.
Maka gritted her teeth and waved her steel claw again, preparing to try again.
The black dragon, however, was like an attacking snake, twisting its long neck and rushing forward, easily throwing Maka off her head.
This is also the experience it learned from previous battles.
Compared with shaking the body from side to side, this movement of turning the head and lunging for small bites at the same time is easier to throw the hunter off his head.
After being thrown into the air, Maka had no way to use her strength. She could only twist her waist and turn around, trying to get a better landing posture as much as possible, but the black dragon obviously did not intend to give her a chance to land safely.
With a flick of his long and flexible neck, he opened his mouth to take her into his mouth.
At the critical moment, another flying claw came quickly, and the sharp steel claw shot directly into the black dragon's eyes.
Faced with the sharp object flying in front of him, the black dragon subconsciously turned his head and bit the air, and the flying claw also missed the vital point of the eye and landed on the dragon horn above its head.
Amidst the buzzing sound of the machine spring rotating rapidly, Hayata flew over and hung in front of its forehead.
A trace of anger flashed in the black dragon's eyes.
How dare you do this?
Just as he was about to repeat his old trick and throw off the hunter in front of him, Hayata took action first.
She did not rush to retract her flying claws and launch an attack.
Instead, he straightened his waist and exerted his strength immediately, turned over and climbed to the horns above the black dragon's head.
Lie down, use both hands to firmly hold the dragon's horns on both sides, and push on the spines on the back of the black dragon's head with your feet, firmly fixing yourself on the top of the black dragon's head.
The black dragon kept turning forward and running around, but still failed to throw her off.
The others seized the opportunity to attack and cover. When the Black Dragon's struggling movements slowed down slightly, Hayata continued to stabilize his body with his left hand and feet.
The right hand reached behind the waist, pulled out the peeling knife, and slashed at the inconspicuous scale crack somewhere on the back of the black dragon's head.
Feeling the attack, the black dragon's struggle became fierce again. Hayata inserted the knife into the wound again, then raised his fist, smashed the knife handle with all his strength, and smashed the knife into the deepest part of the wound like a nail.
"Ouch!"
The black dragon howled in pain, his steps unsteady, he staggered forward a few steps, and happened to hit the stone platform on the edge of the decisive battlefield, and fell over. land.
Hayata took advantage of the situation and rolled away, rolling to the ground.
Gordon and Feng Ying ran past her dragging their swords and axes, and rushed straight to the black dragon's head.
As the two hunters in the crusade team who are best at attacking, they would not miss such a perfect attack opportunity. (End of this chapter)