Chapter 889 The end of destruction
Gordon tried hard to recall his previous actions and feel, while drinking a bottle of recovery medicine.
There is no doubt that this is a move with great potential and bright prospects, but there are also many areas that need improvement.
How to neutralize the impact of monsters to the greatest extent, how to make the damage you receive less severe, the best time to receive attacks and counterattacks, etc.
They all need to be tested and adjusted step by step.
Although, progress in actual combat is the fastest and most efficient way.
But the big guy in front of him is obviously not a good sparring partner.
The situation before could only be said to be good luck. If you really use a monster of the level of Styracosaurus to hone your new sword skills, you may have to trap yourself in the blink of an eye.
Let’s find a big wild boar king later.
Putting the matter about the new move behind him, Gordon shouldered the sword and started to accumulate power again, preparing to seize the time to strike a few more swords.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened again.
Stuck by two dragon-killing guns that penetrated its body, the giant Styracosaurus, which was unable to turn over, suddenly curled up, lowered its head, and bit the first-generation dragon-killing gun that penetrated from its side to its back with difficulty, then shook its head and began to move out. pull.
With its vicious look, you can’t tell that it is pulling things out of the body.
The risk of continuing to attack in this situation is too high, so the upper-level hunters have to retreat temporarily and put some distance between them.
At this time, there was the sound of artillery and the whistling of heavy crossbow bolts in the wind.
Many of the shooters who had been forced to retreat returned to combat positions.
When the superior hunters surrounded the Styracosaurus and attacked, they did not dare to fire in order to avoid accidental damage.
Now that the superior hunters have opened their distance, the turrets and heavy crossbows that have been idle for a long time can finally show their power again.
The enthusiasm of the fort shooters cheered Gordon up.
He was worried that he could not interfere with and stop the "self-rescue behavior" of Styracosaurus.
"Restraint rounds!" He shouted loudly, and the loud voice could be heard clearly by everyone in Battle Street. "Fire the restraint rounds! Restrain it!"
The shooters responsible for operating the heavy bed crossbows paused for a moment, and then immediately began loading restraint rounds.
The overall commander of this defensive operation is Master Campbell, and Gordon, Julius, and Hilda, the three captains of the upper-level hunter team, have command authority second only to the former.
In addition, Gordon's order at this time was also very reasonable, so they were naturally willing to execute it.
After a brief preparation, the first restraint bullet was fired.
The shooter who fired it aimed at the back of the Styracosaurus' neck.
Since you want to lower your head and bite out the dragon gun, you can't continue to lower your head!
With a sharp "swish" sound, the thick and sharp restraint bullet was successfully nailed into the back of the Styracosaurus's neck.
In its angry state, the high temperature emitted from Styracosaurus' body melts the keel oil on its body, which can greatly increase its speed of action. However, without the protection of this black oil armor, the injection of restraint bullets will also become more difficult. Much easier.
With the rapid rotation of the winch, the steel cable tightened, and the movement of Styracosaurus' lowered head was stagnant.
In just a few seconds, more restraint rounds hit the target.
Despite the lack of command from the sound of horns and flutes, the shooters were unable to fire a volley in an instant.
Although many of the heavy bed crossbows were destroyed due to the previous attack by Styracosaurus, there are only seven or eight that can still fire restraint rounds.
But even these seven or eight sets of restraint bullets have a much better restraint effect than the previous salvo.
Styracosaurus rolled over and fell to the ground, and was stuck by the dragon-shooting gun in its body. The difficulty in moving was the key. The melting loss of the black oil armor on its body was unable to block the incoming restraint projectile, which was even more critical.
The struggling movement of Styracosaurus became very difficult. With several steel cables stretched on its body, it was extremely difficult to lower its head and bite the dragon-shooting spear that had only had time to pull out half of it.
This also proves a point.
—Compared to when it first arrived in East Doruma, the state of this ancient dragon has obviously declined a lot.
Mainly reflected in reduced breathing frequency, slow movements, and easy fatigue.
At the moment, its power to break free from the restraining bullets is obviously weaker than before.
This gives the hunters some confidence.
Although this monster seems to have no sense of pain and its vitality is surprisingly tenacious, in the final analysis, it is still a "living creature".
A few days ago, the survey team created a big explosion, direct fire from the dragon-killing cannon, detonation of decoy gunpowder, penetration of the dragon-killing gun, continuous bombardment from artillery and crossbows, plus the unremitting attacks of the superior hunters.
Your life is like a candle in the wind!
“Attack!” Ancier roared excitedly, “Artillery! Crossbows! And the shooters! Shoot with all your strength and empty all ammunition!”
Facing the aftermath of the artillery bombardment and fragments, the swordsmen were too weak to move forward, but the shooters had no such concerns.
The barrel of the ballista has already become red-hot, and there is even a risk of exploding the barrel if it continues.
“Gah ah ah ah—!”
After struggling for a long time, Styracosaurus finally broke through several restraining steel cables and let out a sharp roar. Its chest was as red and hot as if it was about to explode in the next second, and the anger consumed its little thinking and reason.
He lowered his head again and bit the barrel of the dragon gun, and pulled it out regardless.
The first-generation dragon-shooting spear, which had become one with its body due to the stickiness of keel oil, was just pulled out of its abdomen. There was even a large ball hanging on the barb of the spear head. Squirming intestines.
Seeing this scene, Gordon and others could not help but feel a little chilly in their hearts.
But Gale shouted excitedly, "Come on! Don't you still have a dragon gun? I'll have to pull it out with the heart attached!"
Anhil glanced at this guy subtly, and sincerely felt that this lady should go to a doctor to check her mental state.
"Be on guard." Julius put away the whetstone and stared at the giant green and black dragon in front of him, staggering up. "This is its last counterattack."
The Styracosaurus slowly raised its head, inhaled, and the red-hot light on its chest became more dazzling.
Gordon suddenly reacted and shouted: "Retreat! Everyone! Retreat!!"
The blazing dragon's breath swept through the surroundings, and the upper-level hunters retreated frantically, evading in a panic.
With nothing left but the desire to destroy, his scarlet eyes looked around.
Even standing up, Styracosaurus was a little shaken. Its wings, claws and feet suddenly exerted force, and it jumped up and landed, not on the nearest city wall.
The body weighing thousands of tons was connected to the city wall, and with the fort and crossbow on it, it destroyed a large area.
Immediately afterwards, it opened its huge mouth, and keel oil burning with rolling flames spurted out. Amidst the roar of successive explosions, the city wall was completely reduced to ruins.
The collapse of a city wall is not enough to extinguish the anger it has ignited with life.
It didn't matter that the wing claws were broken. The staggering Styracosaurus jumped up again and ran rampant. The keel oil and flames were swayed unbridled, blowing up and igniting one city wall after another.
Breathe with dragon's breath, grab with sharp claws, bite with teeth, and collide with each other with the broken body.
No matter whether it is the shooters who control the turret's crossbow or the highly skilled hunters, they can't stop its madness and have to flee in confusion.
In a short period of time, the East Doruma Battle Street, which had blocked countless attacks from ancient dragons, was shrouded in angry flames.
The chest and abdominal cavity was almost empty of blood and internal organs. Styracosaurus was breathing heavily, looking at everything burning around it.
The destruction will not stop until its life is completely burned out.
Using the only remaining wing claw, he put it on the severely cracked but not completely collapsed step city wall to support his broken body and staggered up.
Opposite this tallest and strongest stepped city wall is the urban area of Dongdoruma.
The faces of the hunters changed dramatically.
Once a Styracosaurus enters the streets, even a simple walk can cause severe damage.
The economic losses are yet to come.
As the continent's leading city and the pride of human civilization, they could not imagine how much panic the news of the fall of East Doruma would cause across the continent.
Regardless of the burns all over their bodies, the hunters who could still stand up gritted their teeth and picked up their weapons.
Everyone knows how serious the casualties will be if one uses flesh and blood to chase and block a super-giant ancient dragon in the absence of fortifications.
But now I can’t care about that much.
“Follow me!” Gordon shouted.
The superior hunters rushed towards the passage first and launched a pursuit.
At this time, Styracosaurus has climbed to the highest level of the stepped city wall. If it goes a little further, it can cross the city wall and enter the city streets without any hindrance, causing wanton destruction.
At this moment, a huge sword light that seemed to be able to split the sky shone from the top of the stepped city wall.
The remaining right wing claw was broken off with a single swing, and the Styracosaurus, which had lost its most critical support, fell backwards and fell back into the messy square of Battle Street.
The hunters stopped with astonishment on their faces and looked up at the top of the city wall.
The huge figure that all hunters are familiar with but has never appeared outside of the Great Old Hall stands tall with a sword.
“Great Elder?!” Exclamations kept coming.
One of the founders of the guild, president of the Hunter Guild, the strongest hunter, and a dragon man who is seen once in ten thousand years.
The old man with many names and titles did not continue to swing his sword. Instead, he stuck the world-famous Zhan Lao Dao aside and sat down cross-legged.
The panic and uneasiness in the hearts of the hunters disappeared.
Smiling with bared teeth, Gordon shouldered the sword, and his companions next to him also set up their weapons.
"fix it!"
(It’s not a fragment of chapter! Even if the battle of Styracosaurus is over, it would be too redundant to describe in detail how it was hacked to death in the end)
In the 4g novels and settings, Styracosaurus used dragon flames to destroy Battle Street, and then entered East Doruma, causing serious damage and paralyzing the streets.
I won’t forcefully carry it here. Anyway, it’s solved directly in the battle street in the game, right?
(End of this chapter)