Chapter 1012 Trap Layout
Spitting out miasma, a huge mouth of putrid and pungent smell came.
The rotten and hollow mandible, the tongue coating with fangs, and the dark yellow fangs stained with decay, let alone a bite, even just a rub, would probably lead to a tragic death from the disease.
Yet Gordon didn't feel nervous.
In the previous fight, he had fully understood the strength of this monster's muscles.
By the standards of ordinary large monsters, it is naturally not weak, but compared with the ancient dragons they have fought against.
It can only be said that it is at the bottom.
For the corpse dragon, miasma is almost its only reliable weapon. As for those dry muscles, it can only barely maintain the body's movement.
Its every move can even be called "slow".
Not to mention compared with the physically strong ancient dragon species such as Tianhuilong, the (body) attacks of many large flying dragons are more threatening than it.
Hold your stance to face the enemy in one go, and use your precise defense skills to resist the attack with your sword.
Then there was a real charged slash that was completed instantly, and it was slashed back without reservation. This heavy sword almost knocked the corpse dragon's head to the ground.
As the blade of the sword came into contact with the corpse dragon's body, wisps of miasma wrapped around the sword's body and hilt.
But under the protective influence of the miasma-resistant guard stone, they dissipated before they could invade the hunter's body.
Is the Corpse Dragon easy to deal with?
To be honest, not at all. (?)
The reason why I was able to suppress it alone was entirely due to the work of this world's only miasma-resistant protective stone.
Why is the body of the corpse dragon not strong? It's because after millions of years of evolution, strong muscles are no longer necessary for it.
It does not need to rely on its claws to tear the flesh of its prey or bite their throats. It only needs a light touch and everything is over.
There is no need to even touch it. Any creature that dares to get close to it will be infected by the miasma surrounding it. In a short period of time, their internal organs will be eroded away, and their lives will come to an end.
If you take off the protective stone at this time, you will quickly weaken in just a few minutes and fall into a desperate situation.
He did not dare to let his companions, especially the swordsman Hayata, fight the corpse dragon head-on. It was precisely for this reason.
Fighting alone is easier.
Be careful and give him enough time, he may even be sure to kill this corpse dragon alone.
Of course, he would not do this unless absolutely necessary.
There are inextricable connections between the ecological environment of the Miasma Valley and the Corpse Dragon. As the "place of reincarnation" in the New World, the Miasma Valley plays a vital role in the entire New World.
It is not difficult to deal with the corpse dragon, but no one can guarantee the subsequent impact.
Seeing that the corpse dragon was shaken by the sword, Gordon immediately put away the sword, turned around and ran away.
The corpse dragon, which had been suffering continuously, was naturally unwilling to let the hunter go so easily. According to its usual habits, it had already exhaled a breath of miasma at this time.
But now, with its high IQ, it has realized that the miasma has no effect on the creatures in front of it, and its breath is just a waste of effort.
So it folded its wings, moved its limbs and started chasing.
The running speed of the corpse dragon is not very fast, but its size is there after all, and it is not that easy for a hunter to get rid of it by running.
Gordon drank a bottle of force-moving potion and tried to use the terrain to delay his pursuers.
After all, the latter is slow in movement and not flexible.
There are not many objects that can be called obstacles in the underground caves, but there are quite a few acid pools that emit bright blue light.
But when he saw the corpse dragon flowing through the acid pool indifferently, he knew that strong acid had no effect on this guy.
Seeing that the corpse dragon was getting closer and closer, Gordon stopped and turned around, shouldering his sword.
At the same time, in a cave a few hundred meters away from here.
Anhil and others stopped.
"This is it!" Ajian pointed to the top of the cave, "Can you take a look?" Anhil squinted at the stalactites at the top of the cave.
Most of them are only one meter or even shorter in length. Even if such stalactites are smashed down, it will be difficult to cause effective damage to the ancient dragon species Dracula.
The only exception is a giant stalactite that is four to five meters long and has a root diameter of nearly two hundred centimeters.
If this thing were to be smashed down, it would probably be much harder than the fossilized fang of the snake king before.
“This piece looks good.” Gale rubbed his chin.
"This piece is definitely big enough." Anhil looked at her, "But a few armor-piercing grenades can't blow it down."
“Don’t you have a supernova?”
“That will blow up the whole stalactite together, and lose the meaning of being a trap.”
“Then drill the blast hole first!”
“That’s a good idea, let me see.”
Anhil was still staring at the stalactite, calculating and thinking, while Gale had already inserted a penetrating magazine into the [Crown of Thorns] light crossbow, and fired several shots at the base of the giant stalactite.
The stalactite is hard and brittle, so the penetrating bullet cannot penetrate as deeply as the monster's body. It only creates several bowl-sized craters at the base of the stalactite.
Amidst the fine "clicking" sound, several cracks appeared between the craters.
“Hey!” Anhir tried to stop him.
But Gale ignored him, quickly changed the magazine, and continued firing until the second magazine was empty.
As the craters overlapped and deepened, those cracks expanded rapidly.
Anhil stared at the stalactite, fearing that it would just fall down and waste the best trap materials.
Then he will definitely strangle Gale to death.
Fortunately, in the end, the expansion of the cracks finally stopped.
With two full magazines and sixteen rounds of lv3 penetrating bullets, the originally solid stalactite was already crumbling.
“Steady!” Gale put away the light crossbow with satisfaction and admired his masterpiece. “If two more armor-piercing grenades are nailed to the largest crack, it will definitely fall.”
"Did you have any misunderstanding about the verb 'drilling a hole'?!" Anhil scolded angrily: "Do you think we have many opportunities to try and make mistakes like this? What if it explodes to pieces?! "
“Just tell me whether it was successful or not!” Gale put his hands on his hips.
Anhil was choked. He was 100% sure that Gale didn't do any careful calculations before taking action.
Just like the two people's sniping style, he will carefully calculate the trajectory and distance, predict the monster's actions, and even consider temperature and humidity to ensure the accurate hit of the crossbow projectile.
Gale, on the other hand, is an "intuitive person" who says, "This is almost where I am," "I thought it could be done," and then he pulled the trigger.
The thing that made him don't know whether to be happy or uncomfortable the most was that he actually succeeded in getting her plastic surgery done.
It only took less than a minute to complete the pre-arrangement of the trap.
By the way, his original plan was to use a catapult hook to climb to the top of the cave, use a peeling knife to cut several holes in the roots of the stalactites, and then fill them with armor-piercing grenades, waiting to be detonated.
Just like pork chops are usually made.
If the three of them work together, it will take about a quarter of an hour.
Regardless of the risk, judging from the results, this is indeed a complete victory for Gale.
When he thought of this, Anxier's face turned even darker.
Gail smiled and bumped An Xil's shoulder away, "Don't think so much, you'll go bald."
(End of this chapter)