Chapter 482 The gap that was blocked
Gordon habitually rushed in front of Lan Long, preparing to charge up and release the charged slash, but then he recalled Hilda's words.
—Destroys the spinous fins and weakens mobility.
There are not many opportunities to bring down the mist dragon from the sky, maybe this is the only one.
Beheading with full power will indeed cause more serious injuries, but with the ancient dragon's vitality, these injuries will never play a decisive role.
In this case, it is better to use the opportunity for a more "effective" attack.
He quickly changed his attack position, came to Lanlong's broad forelimbs, and slashed down the Epitaph Sword with a low voice.
Black light and red arcs symbolizing the energy of the dragon attribute burst out.
Under this energy, the thin but extremely tough wing membrane was broken. Gordon roared and dragged the sword blade, tearing a rip in the membrane of Lanlong's forelimb.
There is not much blood flowing out between the broken membranes. This kind of place is not a vital part, but it should be an important organ for controlling the flight posture.
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A small but sharp wind blade slashed across his face. Due to the presence of the visor, Gordon was not injured.
But he noticed that the body of Lan Long in front of him was stained with a dark gray like the clouds before a rainstorm.
This is a precursor to Lan Long's true rage.
He stopped attacking immediately, put away his sword and flew back, while loudly reminding his companions, "Back off! This guy is going crazy!"
Anhir, who was pulling the trigger continuously, immediately folded the heavy crossbow, put it away, and retreated quickly, not even interested in emptying the last shotgun in the magazine. He did not have such obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Hilda, who was a little further away, also began to retreat.
She was actually about twenty meters away from Lan Long, but this distance was less than one body height for Lan Long, who was over thirty meters long.
Can’t be called safe.
A stream of warm air centered on Lan Long's body and spread to all sides.
Gordon and the others were almost knocked off their feet while they were retreating.
Gordon thought that Lanlong would have to struggle on the ground for a while before he could get up. After all, the latter's aquatic creature-like flippers didn't look like they were good at moving on the ground.
But now he found that using the verb "climb" on Lanlong was really insulting to this magical creature that could freely control wind and rain.
As the strong wind gathered, Lanlong shook his body, and was lifted up from the ground by the wind.
It seems as if the surrounding is not almost weightless air, but water, and it is not flying, but swimming in the air.
Lanlong swung its long tail, its spinous fins vibrated, and its speed suddenly increased.
But it did not rush straight towards the hunters, but circled and flew faster and faster.
A huge tornado that penetrates the sky and the earth is rapidly forming with the area where it hovers as the eye.
Under the influence of the huge suction force, the hunters felt that their legs were about to leave the ground. If they were really sucked into the tornado, the result would naturally be unnecessary to describe, and it would be nothing more than being scattered all over the ground.
“Get down! Hold on to the ground!” Hilda yelled.
It was impossible to run away now. A strong wind was coming towards me. The standing position was too big to face the wind, so lying down was relatively safer.
The only good thing is that the ground nearby is uneven and mainly made of solid limestone. At least there is a place where you can hold on and climb firmly.
The wind is still increasing, and many plants with weak roots have been uprooted. The misty dragon in the eye of the wind has turned into a blurry afterimage.
“Boom—!”
It is hard to imagine that a simple change in airflow can actually make such a thunderous sound.
The huge tornado suddenly turned into countless wind blades and exploded.
Gordon shook his head and stood up. The previous roll made him a little dizzy, but thanks to the excellent defensive performance of the T-Rex armor, he did not suffer any obvious injuries.
Ancier was okay. There were two **** wounds on his cheek and shoulder. It didn't look very deep. It was unclear whether they were scratched by wind blades or gravel on the ground.
Hilda, who was farthest from the eye of the storm, was the one who was most seriously injured. A wound of nearly 20 centimeters was cut on her thigh by the wind blade, and blood gurgled out.
It turned into a giant gray dragon and hovered in the sky. Under the night, its eyes were so bright that it was a bit dazzling.
Silver-white light gathered in its mouth again, and this time the breath was aimed at Hilda, who was the most seriously injured.
Hilda endured the severe pain in her legs and ran quickly.
Although her movements were somewhat inconvenient, with her extremely rich experience, she jumped down at the most appropriate time and avoided Lan Long's strafing attack.
However, Lanlong’s attack has not ended yet.
I saw it flicking its head, and it was nearing the end, but its powerful yet terrifying breath swept back.
Due to the injury to her leg, Hilda stood up half a beat too late and could no longer hide.
Gordon ran at full speed with his head buried, hoping to arrive before the attack and help block it, but he was still too far away. At this critical moment, it was Ancil who took the lead and arrived in front of Hilda.
He lowered his center of gravity and deployed the heavy crossbow. As soon as he completed preparations, the torrent of breath passed across his body.
“Ziga!”
The huge impact pushed Anhil back several meters, and he almost fell to the ground.
The shield attached to the heavy crossbow was severely deformed by this blow, and it was obviously impossible to use it. However, no matter what, the strike was really blocked by the shooter.
Anhil, whose arms were trembling slightly, couldn't help but muttered: "Good guy, I will never say that heavy crossbows and shields are evil anymore."
Hilda, who escaped under the cover of her companions, did not yell and ask questions such as "How are you?" and "Are you injured?"
Instead, he drank the recovery medicine as quickly as possible and sprinkled a handful of life dust on his leg to stop the bleeding.
“Woo—!”
The mist dragon hovering in the sky let out a long roar, and the heavy rain fell. Its satin-like spinous fins were fully unfolded, emitting a hazy but mysterious light in the boundless rain curtain.
Like a god.
Looking at the mysterious ancient dragon overlooking them from the sky, Ancier tightened his grip on the crossbow handle, "Is this guy really injured?"
"Yes." Hilda said without hesitation: "The fact that it didn't continue to rush down means that it is also afraid."
“Flying back and forth, endlessly.”
A dangerous red light flashed in Gordon's eyes hidden under his visor, "Follow the previous plan. Let's go to the wreckage of the airship, get it off, and give it a few more chops!"
“Not yet, meow?”
“It’s almost there, meow!”
“You have said this sentence ten times, meow!”
“Because you asked ten times, meow!” Zhupa bared his tiger teeth at Xianglan impatiently, “Are you blind, meow? So the ruins are right in front and you can’t see me?!”
“I know meow! I just said the entrance, meow!” Xianglan made excuses. The reason why she kept running out of things to say was because she was a little scared.
Maybe it’s because of the crack, or it might be because of the heavy rain. Although it hasn’t entered the ruins yet, it can already feel the ominous gaze.
This was not available last time I came here.
Hayata, who was following the two Ellu, said nothing. While running fast, she stabilized her breathing and saved every ounce of energy.
“What’s going on when we get here, meow?!” Zhupa, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and exclaimed, even the dialect of the Ailu ethnic group in the Xiuret area jumped out.
The gap through which it and Gordon entered and exited the ruins was tightly blocked by a boulder several people high.
(End of this chapter)