Hayatta exploded at such high speed from the start that Pandan and Pork Chop had to run on all fours to keep up with her.

But they didn't ask Hayatta to slow down, wait for them.

Speed and time are all that matter, and Hilda's words before her departure are always in their minds.

- Unlike ordinary monsters, the ancient dragon has wisdom and intellect that is not inferior to that of humans, and when the forbidden skull is destroyed, the manic Lanlong is likely to calm down, in other words, the sooner you blow up that head, the sooner we will be safe.

The companions gambled their safety on their own side of the action, and doing their best was the only choice.

Hayatta poured a bottle of forcible pill and quickened her pace again.

"There's no need to hide from anyone anymore, as fast as possible, rush to the ruins!"

"Meow!"

Lan Long, who was chasing Gordon, suddenly coiled in midair.

The purple-red light on its body glowed blindingly in the night sky.

Gordon, who turned back from time to time during the wild run, confirmed Lan Long's movements, and based on his experience of entanglement with Lan Long, Lan Long's attack methods can be roughly divided into three categories.

A breath attack with controlled power and duration, most of the time in the form of a destructive silver torrent, and occasionally a high-pressure water bomb with little warning.

All kinds of storms, big tornadoes, small tornadoes, be careful to avoid them, but if you are sucked into the sky, you will die.

There are also relatively rare direct attacks on the limbs, gnawing, tail blows, spiral collisions wrapped in wind blades, etc., which are equally powerful.

It can be said that no matter what kind of attack hits head-on, it is basically a tragedy of instant serious injury or even death on the spot.

Hovering in a coil, his whole body glowing, his neck leaning back.

This is undoubtedly a precursor to breathing.

Gordon didn't speed up to escape, but stopped and turned around, his eyes locked on the dragon in the air.

The range of that silver riptide breath can easily reach hundreds of meters, and there is little point in running a few more steps, it is better to carefully observe the opponent's movements and be prepared to dodge.

He even had the time to pour a bottle of strong walking medicine.

Since changing into his dinosaur suit, he feels like he's eating faster and faster.

"Woo——!"

The breath slashed down like a materialized silver greatsword, and Gordon rolled to the side in time, and a deep scar nearly a hundred meters long was cut in the ground.

Intense splashes of water gushed out of it, almost forming a wall of water.

"Damn, is it the most powerful gear when it comes up?" Gordon swore and jumped up from the ground, striding faster.

Lan Long's breath was far from over.

The Silver Rapids followed Gordon's path, and just as the two were about to intersect, Gordon sprang and rolled again, narrowly avoiding a blow that would shatter him.

At this point, the power of Lanlong's torrent breath has obviously weakened, but it is still enough to open the mountain and crack the rock.

It adjusted the direction of its breath and continued to strafe at Gordon, who had just gotten up.

"Still coming?!"

Time was in a hurry, and Gordon was not completely sure to avoid the oncoming torrent of terror.

Fortunately, the support shots from teammates arrived in time.

With a sharp roar, the dragon's arrow, entwined with firelight, pierced the night sky and struck at the side of the dragon's head.

The breathing dragon noticed the arrow, and it reacted even in the blink of an eye.

The dragon jerked its head sideways, and the dragon arrow grazed the ornate horns of pure gold above its head, and it was swept away in a series of stirring sparks, and disappeared into the night sky.

"Tsk."

Hilda quickly put away the Horned King's bow and quickly shifted its position, muttering to herself, "I shot too many arrows last time, have you learned how to deal with them?"

The ancient dragon deserves to be an ancient dragon, and you have to think of a way. ”

Hilda's arrow didn't do any real damage to the dragon, but it also cut off the latter's breath that had not yet been completely terminated.

It was kind of indirectly helping Gordon.

Lan Long's shining silver eyes turned, locking on to the ghost-like figure that jumped between the countless mountains and rocks.

This guy it remembers, too.

"Woo——。"

Lan Long swung his body, and with a long groan, the whirlwind quickly condensed and strengthened, turning into several tornadoes, and heading towards the Hunting Bow Envoy.

Wherever the tornado passed, countless vegetation and shrubs were uprooted and torn apart, and even the slightly smaller rocks could not avoid being swept into it.

It's not as powerful as breath, but it's enough to hang anyone.

Moreover, in such a complex and fierce wind, wanting to ensure the stability of shooting arrows is tantamount to talking in a dream, and Hilda had to temporarily give up the plan of shooting and containment, and run with all her strength to avoid the encircling tornado.

After using the tornado to entangle the Hunting Bow, Arashi refocused his attention on Gordon.

What the hunters couldn't imagine was that Lan Long, who had never been able to sleep due to the breath leaking from the ruins, had relived the experience of being walked that night countless times.

Ben was just to divert attention and relieve his anxious mood, but he didn't expect these guys to really send them to the door again.

Then stay.

Lan Long craned his neck again, and began to gather strength, ready to breathe.

However, at this moment, two consecutive armor-piercing grenades burst in, and after a short delay, they exploded.

"Woooooooooo

The sudden attack and explosion startled Arashi, who jerked in the direction from which the attack came.

And one more?

However, as far as the eye could see, nothing could be found.

After firing two ballista shells, he immediately dodged and hid behind a towering stone pillar, and quickly replaced the King's Tooth Cannon [Thunder] with a magazine for piercing bullets.

At Hilda's suggestion, the ammunition he carried this time was mainly through-bullets.

Although with the structure and design concept of this heavy crossbow, scatter bullets are the most suitable type of bullets, but considering that the opponent this time is an ancient dragon, it is better to be steady.

Even if it is "not the most suitable", the power of the piercing bullet fired by the King's Tooth Cannon [Thunder] far exceeds the weapon quality of the Mithril Rifle and the artillery [Fierce Bird], and the power of the piercing bullet fired is also not to be underestimated.

Lan Long stared at the stone pillar, and although he didn't see it, its means of perception were much more than just sight.

It could feel that something was hidden behind the stone pillar, and the intricate spiny fins swung as the dragon swam swiftly and flexibly like a fish in the water.

"It found you! Come on! Beware of looking for gaps in those tornadoes, Hilda, who was dodging like a needle, reminded loudly.

The reason why she has been able to repeatedly hide from Lan Long's attention is that on the one hand, the "stealth" effect of the black suit, and more importantly, she is extremely proficient in stealth techniques such as suppressing breath and acting silently.

Anhill obviously can't do this now, it's useless to just avoid Lan Long's sight!

Quickly circumventing the stone pillar in half a circle, Lan Long opened its huge mouth, and a tabletop-sized water ball shot out like a cannonball.

Realizing that he had been exposed, Anhill immediately ran at full speed, the whistling sound of the water bomb breathing through the air exploded behind his ears, and he immediately flew and fell.

Water bombs bombarded the rocky ground a few meters behind Anhill, and the crumbling mountain rocks splashed like a waterfall, enveloping him.

(End of chapter)