Chapter 881 Crazy Dragon
Although it is only the outer wall that separates Battle Street from the outside world.
Although the city wall had just been rebuilt not long ago, the curing of the bonding materials had not yet reached its maximum strength.
But no matter what, this is a fortress-level city wall with a height of more than thirty meters and a thickness of several meters. In terms of overall strength, it is far higher than the conventional city wall like Metabetate!
Collapse and destruction in just one breath was a scene that no one had expected.
In the original tactical plan, this first city wall should be able to sustain for at least dozens of minutes. However, in fact, it could not even sustain for a minute.
The city wall was reduced to ruins, and the hunters responsible for manipulating the artillery and crossbows on the wall were naturally not immune.
In the Battle Street, the mood of panic and pessimism is spreading uncontrollably.
Since the combatants were all elites, no one escaped from the fighting position or turned around and ran away. However, we have to admit that the scene before us had a serious impact on morale.
Gordon took a deep breath, and the roaring voice could be clearly heard by everyone in Battle Street.
“Don’t be afraid!!” He roared at the top of his lungs: “Look at those wounds on its body! The blood keeps flowing, it won’t last long, stick to your position and keep attacking until it falls!”
Compared with passionate declarations such as "for honor" and "for Dongdoruma", the fact that "the monster has been seriously injured" gives the hunters more direct hope.
The hunters who recovered from their panic noticed just how serious the injury of Styracosaurus was.
One of the front claws, which was relatively slender compared to the wing claws, was broken off. Through the huge wounds on the chest of Styracosaurus, which were several meters wide and deep, one could even see the damaged internal organs squirming.
The dark red dragon's blood mixed with black oil is flowing out all the time.
Such an injury would be fatal to any other creature. Even the ancient dragon species with astonishing vitality would find it difficult to withstand it.
The hunters' morale and confidence in repelling or even killing the Styracosaurus are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gordon believed that he did not have the eloquence to ignite everyone's will in despair. At this time, the fact that Styracosaurus was seriously injured was more effective than any passionate words.
“Well done.”
Altman’s appreciative words came through the thick metal helmet, “I probably understand why everyone calls you the ‘brave’.”
Gordon smiled dryly, "If you want to praise me, let's save it for later."
The Styracosaurus waved its giant wings and landed with a crash.
It stepped on the ruins of the city wall, shocking all the creatures present with its ferocious roar.
"Roar-!"
The three teams of high-ranking hunters did not launch an attack immediately, and the turrets and heavy crossbows scattered throughout the battle street did not fire immediately.
Severely wounded and hungry, the giant Styracosaurus ignored the existence of these inconspicuous creatures and began to dig through the pile of ruins.
Huge amounts of gunpowder are stored in the underground warehouse under the first city wall.
All of them have been produced in various workshops and factories in recent days.
When the city wall collapsed in the dragon's flame breath and black oil explosion, the hunters' hearts were in their throats. Fortunately, the underground warehouse was built deep and strong enough, so no explosion occurred.
The Styracosaurus obviously came for the pile of gunpowder. It clawed down with its powerful claws that could destroy the city wall, and a huge hole was dug into the ruins and the ground, revealing a large number of gunpowder barrels hidden deep underground.
Different from the Battle of Metabetate, the "adding" in the gunpowder was different this time.
Master Campbell believed that the timed detonation method was too uncontrollable, so he took the initiative to remove the delay fuse used to detonate the gunpowder.
Instead, there were massive amounts of scrap metal fragments, sharp gravels, experimental alchemical poisons, and other items that could increase the power of the explosion and cause more serious damage to the Styracosaurus.
The Styracosaurus ate very happily and seemed to enjoy the rusty taste brought by those metal fragments.
The hunters breathed a sigh of relief.
The bait plan is about to take effect. Although the rapid destruction of the first city wall almost disrupted the layout, everything is back on track now.
Before the tactical process was determined, some scholars suggested that with the intelligence of the ancient dragon species, it might be difficult to deceive the Styracosaurus again with the poison bait tactics used once in Metabetat.
The greedy appetite, violent aggression, tendency to self-mutilation, and violent personality demonstrated by it prove that it is a "crazy dragon".
A madman is irrational.
This reason convinced the senior leaders of the guild, and now it seems that the latter idea is indeed correct.
Styracosaurus may have realized that swallowing the gunpowder would be dangerous.
But it doesn't care.
The only thoughts in its crazy and chaotic thoughts are "eating" and "destruction", and other things, including its own life, are unimportant.
“Don’t you think this guy looks a bit like a Dino Rex?” Gordon suddenly said.
Looking at the scene of Styracosaurus grabbing with its wing claws, licking with its tongue, and even directly poking its head into the underground warehouse, chewing the gunpowder and earth and rocks together, and eating like crazy.
The top hunters who had hunted the Tyrannosaurus Rex nodded their heads.
The sharp-eyed Anhil sighed, "Look at the wound on its abdomen, its digestive tract is even broken, but the hole is just covered with the gelatinous black oil.
Now the stomach and intestines are gradually full, the wounds are bursting open, and gunpowder is leaking out. How on earth did this guy survive until now? "
After hearing Ancier’s words, a hint of gloom arose in the hearts of the upper-level hunters.
The Styracosaurus was seriously injured and even its internal organs were severely damaged, which was naturally good news for them.
But the former is still able to move freely without being affected by such an injury, which is not good news.
The first city wall failed to delay the pace of Styracosaurus, but the warehouse full of gunpowder allowed it to stop for a long time.
Dozens of hunters scattered throughout the Battle Street were almost motionless, just watching the Styracosaurus eating gunpowder, and time passed slowly for several minutes.
Suddenly, inside Battle Street, a sharp warning whistle sounded from the top of the stepped city wall.
The sound of large gear sets and machinery running was heard.
The length of the gun body is more than ten meters, and the caliber is nearly one meter. It is a decisive weapon. The gun base of the dragon-killing cannon slowly rotates, aiming at the giant Styracosaurus that is eating happily.
Gordon turned around and saw the master craftsman near the gun base.
The huge amount of gunpowder piled up in the underground warehouse was swallowed by the Styracosaurus, and half of it disappeared.
There is no need to wait until the opponent has licked all the dregs. The giant Styracosaurus that is eating with its head down is the best target. The master made a decisive decision and fired the dragon-killing cannon early.
The transmitter is activated.
A red and dazzling electric light shines on the thick cannon. This is the light of the powerful dragon attribute energy escaping.
Energy surged, and the barrel made of special alloy became red hot.
Amidst the deafening sound, the cannonballs shot out, and the barrel retracted suddenly to prevent the too strong recoil from shattering the gun mount.
The cannonball made of high-density dragon-killing carbon hit the shoulder of Styracosaurus head-on. The cannonball almost passed through the chest diagonally, and the strong kinetic energy knocked it over to the ground.
“Boom!”
Golden-red explosive flames and high-intensity dragon energy erupted together, turning into a huge mushroom cloud surrounded by red electricity.
This is the real power of high-density dragon-slaying carbon that can only be exerted in conjunction with the dragon-slaying cannon. From a certain perspective, using high-density dragon-slaying carbon as an explosive package is a waste of resources.
“Boom, boom—!”
A more violent explosion sounded.
The huge amount of gunpowder that had just been swallowed by the Styracosaurus was detonated together.
The scattered fragments blasted the abdominal cavity of Styracosaurus with holes, and the smoke that spread out along with the shock wave enveloped the entire battle street.
Ps. As I write this, I feel that Styracosaurus should be blown up directly.
As well as the dragon-killing cannon in the 4g setting (there are also translations of dragon cannon), whether it is driven by the dragon attribute as energy, or the cannon is retreated, this technology suddenly rises
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