Swiftloon isn't the kind of monster that excels at defense.

Their evolution direction is extremely specialized in speed and latent designation, not only is their body not covered by a thick and solid carapace, but even most of their scales have turned into non-reflective black hair.

The head, which is the main weakness, is even the hair is very short and thin, and it cannot withstand the close-range fire of scattered bullets.

When a magazine's scattered bullets were fired, Anhill was ready to suppress the fire and stop, and the monster counterattacked.

Unexpectedly, Xunlong not only did not take the opportunity to attack, but instead took advantage of this gap to jump far back and take the initiative to open the distance.

The smile on Anhill's lips became more pronounced.

Neatly change the magazine of the Flame Bullet, continue to lock onto the head of the Swift Dragon, and shoot continuously.

The dragon flicked its head to its side, trying to dodge the sparks that annoyed it, but no matter how it dodged, the ballista would hit accurately.

It roared irritably, raising its forelimbs to block the creature of the head and chest, while raising its long tail high and flicking.

Although Anhill didn't know exactly what the dragon was going to do, it was always right to be cautious at this time, and there happened to be a thick tree nearby, so he rolled on his side and hid behind the big tree.

"Do! Quiver! ”

There was a muffled sound of a series of sharp weapons being nailed into hard objects, and even the big tree where Anhill was hiding shook slightly.

Anhill looked out.

A dozen cone-shaped spikes covered the area where he had just stood, and the one nailed to the tree had submerged nearly halfway into the trunk.

The kind of attack that kills the spirit deer?

Such an attack was enough to penetrate his scythe armor and inflict serious damage on him, and if it hit, it could be seriously injured or even killed in an instant.

However, this kind of attack requires preparation time, and the action of the swift dragon flicking its tail should be accumulating strength.

In that case, it's much easier.

Anhill changed the magazine, took a deep breath, pulled the bolt and rushed out, firing continuously while running quickly.

It's impossible to hit the head of the Swift Dragon with precision every time, and Anhill doesn't care, as long as the Flame Bullet can land on the Swift Dragon.

Facing the outcropping hunter, the dragon began to flick its long tail again, and the sharp thorns shot out again, and Anhill managed to hide behind another large tree before the thorns could hit him.

Then he leaned back half of his body and continued shooting.

Swift Dragon was completely enraged by Anhill's hide-and-seek fighting style.

It leaped to the tree where Anhil was hiding, spreading its wings and tail, and spun in place.

Anhill hurriedly fell to the ground.

There was a "creaking" noise, and several large and small trees, including the large tree beside him, were broken and smashed by its roots, and wood chips and fallen leaves were scattered in all directions.

The dense canopy of trees that shaded the sun opened up a large gap, and the sunlight shone down through the gap and fell on the dragon.

The dragon flicked in frustration and leaped back into the shadows of the trees.

Hate the sun so much? So the flashbang should have an effect as well, right?

Anhill had a new tactical plan in mind.

He folded and put away his crossbow and ran away from the dragon, constantly looking back at the dragon, confirming the dragon's movements.

Like many beasts that like to sneak up on sneak attacks, Swiftloon likes to pounce on its prey from behind.

As soon as he turned around, the dragon immediately tensed his limbs, looking eager to try.

Just before the dragon was about to pounce, Anhill suddenly turned around and threw out a sonic boom that had already pulled the lead.

The timing of the high-frequency noise burst was just right.

Halfway through the leap, the dragon's limbs twitched and fell to the ground again.

Anhill, who had been prepared for a long time, instantly unleashed his heavy crossbow, and the flame bullets were pulled into a line of fire, bombarding the head of the swift dragon one after another.

The black hair on the dragon's face was almost bald.

Piercing noises, annoying fires and heat, sharp pain, and the annoyance of being teased all over the ground caused the dragon to rise from the ground into a state of rage again.

It howls wildly, its limbs frantically gripping the ground, unleashing one of the most primitive, direct, and threatening attacks any monster can master.

- Collision.

Or to put it more customarily among hunters, 'dragon carts'.

Unhurriedly, Anhill pulled out a flashbang and threw it at the rushing dragon.

Bursts of bright light.

In a state of rage, the Xunlong with dilated pupils was immediately blinded by the strong light and fell into a state of confusion.

Anhill took the opportunity to shoot continuously.

However, in his chaotic state, the Swift Dragon behaved more aggressively than he thought.

Before he could finish firing half of the magazine, the dragon roared and lunged at him, but the angle of the attack was not very accurate, and Anhill easily dodged the attack.

How does Swiftloon position itself? Hearing? Or is it the pain of being attacked? Anhill didn't have time to think about it.

If you are in an open area, it would be very dangerous to continue firing at such times.

But this is in the depths of the dense forest where giant trees flourish.

Anhill quickly moved behind an extraordinarily thick giant tree, and under the cover of the giant tree, he once again opened fire on the rampaging Swift Dragon.

If all goes well, it might be able to lure the dragon into crashing into a tree.

It's a pity that Anhill still takes it for granted.

This is the home of the Swift Dragon, and even if it loses its vision, it still seems to retain some special senses, or intuition.

At the moment when it was about to hit the thick trunk, it suddenly changed its posture, leaned forward on all fours and pushed on the trunk, and jumped backwards to land steadily, as dexterous as an Ailu cat.

After landing, the dragon shook its head, and its vision gradually recovered, finally freeing itself from the effects of the flashbang.

It spewed white steam between its mouth and nose, and was clearly furious.

Just when Anhill was planning to use these giant trees as an obstacle to fight guerrilla warfare with the Swift Dragons in circles.

The beast suddenly jumped, but instead of heading directly at the hunter, it leaped into the canopy of a huge tree.

Anhill raised his head with a heavy ballista, trying to lock onto the Swift Dragon.

But the speed of the dragon's movement above the canopy was terrifying, and it turned into a dark shadow between its leaps, and two points of scarlet light dragged a drifting afterglow on the retina.

I tried to fire two shots, but both landed in the air.

Anhil simply folded and put away the heavy crossbow, and the muscles in her legs tensed slightly, ready to respond to any attack at any time.

Suddenly, the Swift Dragon launched an offensive.

It leaped between several large trees, disrupting Anhil's judgment, and then swooped down from behind the side, its claws and blades sweeping in.

This time, the range of the attack was very large, and Anhill had no choice but to dodge it to the side.

The sharp sound of the blade wing tearing through the air was whistling behind his ears, and Anhill didn't dare to get up at all after landing on the ground, and rolled desperately.

Swift Dragon has been preparing for a surprise attack for so long, it will definitely not be as simple as just one move!

As he expected, the swift dragon immediately adjusted its movements after swinging its blades and claws into the air, and while lunging backwards, its long tail slashed down vertically.

On the long tail, the spiky scales of the original smooth tail spread out like a giant mace, almost slapping Anhill into a tattered corpse.

Anhill rolled over and stood up in fear.

only to find that the spiny-like scales on the long tail of the swiftloon were actually embedded in the soil and stuck on the ground.

(End of chapter)