Chapter 566 The Battle of Pork Chop
Hainier's preemptive transcendence opened the wound on Lao Shanlong's chest that Gordon had opened, widening it even further.
The hunters were all prepared for Laoshanlong's counterattack, but the expected attack did not appear, and Laoshanlong continued to advance steadily.
This made Henie very angry.
What's the meaning? When Gordon slashed you, you stood up and screamed. I saw that you didn't even say a word?
“Hahaha! You weakling! Get out of the way, it’s up to me!”
Ted pushed her aside and drove the muzzle of his blunderbuss into the wound.
“Dragon Cannon!”
“Boom, boom, boom!”
Under the recoil, Ted slid back a few meters. Laoshanlong's wound was stained with a little black ash, but it still had no obvious reaction.
“Haha! You’re the same, here for a breast massage, right?” Heinee said sarcastically.
Ted was a little embarrassed and wanted to fire all the bullets again to see if he could drive the spikes of the Longhang Cannon into Laoshanlong's body.
“There was no bleeding from the wound.”
Hayata put the scabbard on the left side of her waist. "Its skin is too thick. The reason why it reacted before was probably not because of the pain, but because it was stimulated by the dragon-type energy of the Epitaph Sword."
“This tremor is quite big.” Ted muttered, retreating to make way for the attack position in front of the wound.
Everyone can see that Hayata has also prepared some powerful sword skills.
Although conventional wisdom says that the tachi is not a powerful weapon that can determine victory or defeat with one strike, as the weapon with the most variety among all weapons, there are too many schools of tachi.
Except for Yamos, who had some guesses, no one here knew what she was going to do.
Hayata, who was standing in a good position, also threw a strange pill into his mouth. The effect of this pill is very short-lived, and it can usually only be taken when taking action.
After taking the pill, she felt the blood boiling in her body and felt calm.
The Demonic Zanpakutō, which was condensed like a red air blade, was slowly put into the scabbard by her.
Ted and Heineye who were beside her could clearly feel that the sharp and aggressive aura that originally lingered around Hayata was fading rapidly.
On the tachi blade that was sheathed, the air blade became more and more solid, and it seemed that it would tear the sheath and burst out at any time.
Divine power.
Hayata muttered something in her mind.
The sharp blade was unsheathed, spinning and leaping up like a dance. The ghost-cutting sword with its dazzling aura drew two perfect arcs of light in the air, and then slashed down with the sword energy she had accumulated for a long time.
Unlike heavy shield axes and thick gun guns, the blade of the Taito is extremely long and very thin. Therefore, it was not caught by the scale dragon of Lao Shanlong, but easily followed the long and narrow wound that Gordon had made before. Go deep.
Lao Shanlong's footsteps paused for a moment, and it stamped its front feet heavily, forcing the hunters on its chest back.
A stream of thick blood flowed from the stab wound on its chest.
Its defense was finally broken.
A few hundred meters away from Laoshanlong.
Evelin and Agaxi ran all the way towards the landing bridge.
There are warehouses built in the canyon cliffs near the land bridge.
In ancient times, these warehouses may have also served as temporary shelters. The internal space was not small and the layout was relatively complex. Those anti-dragon bombs were stored here.
At the entrance to the fortifications inside the mountain, Evelin and the others smelled the smell of blood, and there were faint sounds of fighting coming from inside.
An ominous premonition came to the minds of the two of them. They looked at each other and rushed in quickly.
The entrance to the warehouse built inside the mountain, the pork chops that came to get the explosive bombs against the dragon were blocked here.
What appeared in front of it was an enemy that no one had ever imagined.
“Chacha Baka!”
Several odd-faced tribesmen, smaller than the size of a pig chop, were jumping around it, holding broken short swords.
These ordinary strange-faced people naturally cannot pose a threat to it now.
Even among small monsters, the strange-faced tribe is only considered to be at the bottom of the beastman species in terms of size. It is widely distributed and has a large population.
But it is very rare for an individual to grow up to be a "king", and Pig Chop only encountered Gordon Hayata and the others once, not long after he became a hunting cat.
However, it was that time that left such a deep impression on it.
Gordon, who was still a two-star hunter at the time, was instantly suppressed. If it weren't for the presence of Yamos, a high-ranking hunter, the rest of them would have died in the dense forest.
I still remember that Yamos once said that the lowest danger level of the King of Strange Faces is five stars, and the best among them can even arm-wrestle with the upper-level hunters of seven or eight stars.
Pork Chop was unable to determine the strength of the strange-faced king in front of him, so he could only pray that it would not be the worst case scenario.
Facing the pig chop guarding in front of the warehouse, the King of the Qimian Clan did not take action immediately, but issued a series of orders.
“Kababa!”
Several odd-faced tribesmen jumping left and right immediately pounced on him.
They actually know how to cooperate.
Zhupa wielded the cat sword and cut off two of them, but was attacked by a third one from the side and knocked him down. They rolled and struggled with each other.
"Meow!"
Pork Chop screamed and threw away the cat sword, grabbed a pair of steel claws hanging on the back of his waist, and scratched wildly, scratching the skin of the strange-faced tribe that attacked him.
Kicked away the **** strange-faced tribe, Zhupa jumped up, bared his fangs, and the hair on his body exploded, and let out a menacing growl.
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The strange-faced tribe had never seen such a ferocious Elu, and they took a few steps back in panic.
Hold a rusty saw blade in his hand, the King of the Strange Face Clan stepped forward, lining up his fellow tribesmen.
“Babakar.” The King of the Strange Face Tribe pointed at the pork chop with the saw blade, and then pointed at the warehouse behind it.
Although Zhupai can't understand the Qimian language, he can still understand what the other party means.
It is nothing more than getting it out of the way. Their target is the materials in the warehouse.
At present, the defense operation to stop Lao Shanlong is in full swing. If the Qimian Clan are just here for some food, Pig Chop is too lazy to care about them.
But the warehouse behind it stores dragon bombs and gunpowder for artillery.
In other words, the other party’s goal from the beginning was these explosives.
As beastman monsters, the Strange Face Tribe has a very high IQ, which has reached a level close to that of humans and Ellu. Some tribes have even mastered the technology of making gunpowder.
The group in front of me may not be able to make it, but they definitely know the power of gunpowder and how to use it, so they took this opportunity to break into the fortress to "rob".
"Leave me alone, meow!" Pig Cho bared his teeth and said fiercely: "These are not your things, meow! They have very important uses, meow!"
“Gaba!”
The King of the Strange Face Clan saw that Pork Chop refused to leave, so he rushed up with a saw blade.
Pork Chop’s attention was tense to the extreme. It roared angrily, scarlet fighting spirit surged out of the cat’s pupils, and it waved its steel claws to face him.
“锵!”
The saw blade and the steel claw collided, creating a cloud of sparks.
In terms of power, the King of the Strange Face Tribe has the upper hand. Even Pork Chop, who has turned on the demonic transformation (animal transformation), cannot compare with it, but it will not be completely suppressed.
This gave Pork Chop some confidence.
It suddenly relaxed its claws from wrestling with the saw blade, trying to destroy the strange-faced king's center of gravity.
But the King of the Strange Face Clan also showed extraordinary combat experience. After the saw fell, he immediately turned around and slashed at the pork chop again.
The two fought back and forth for several rounds, but neither could do anything to win over the other.
The push blades separated, and the King of the Strange Face Clan looked at Zhupa with a little more fear, and Zhupa was also a little uneasy in his heart.
With the blessing of ghost-human transformation, it can barely fight evenly with the king of the strange-faced clan in front of it, but the time for ghost-human transformation is limited, and it is disadvantageous to fight for a long time, not to mention that the opponent has helpers.
My own advantage lies in equipment.
“Meow—!” Zhupa, who had made a decision, roared and pounced on him.
It intends to trade injury for life.
(End of this chapter)