A person who has half a leg can't run, so cutting off half of his leg and walking with the stubble from the broken leg sounds like a bad joke.

Whether or not it's really possible, that kind of pain is not something that any living creature can bear.

However, the Heavenly Dragon did just that.

It flapped its stump, which could barely be called a "wing", and tried to fly.

The anger did not burn out the Celestial Dragon's sanity, and it still had the strength to fight back on the verge of death, but it chose to leave.

Only then can you get revenge.

The blood spilled by each wave of the stump fell to the ground, like the bloody footprints of a runner with a broken leg, so cruel that it made the scalp tingle.

After a brief moment of shock, the hunters tried to stop it by all means.

Stormy ballistas, flashbangs, Elucat's flying bombs, rocket bombs

Feng Ying even tried to use the flying insects to fly into the air to attack, but in the end they failed.

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters.

The Celestial Dragon's posture was shaky, as if it was about to fall at any moment, but it still struggled to swing its stump wings, slowly but surely gaining altitude.

He lowered his head and looked down at the hunters with his blood-soaked one-eyed, the cold hatred in his eyes was terrifying.

Gordon stared at him, his palm gripped the hilt of his sword like a spasm, and he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Shoot the dyed bullet, mark it, it won't fly far if it's so badly wounded." ”

Anhill was silent as he changed his magazine and fired a dyed bullet.

However, everyone present knew that with the intelligence of the ancient dragon species and the complex terrain of Sky Mountain, it would be difficult to track down this guy with dyed bullets.

They seem to have seen the hellish scene of the sky covered with scales, the dragon plague sweeping across the continents, and countless monsters going berserk and storming the city.

This desperate picture made Gordon feel familiar.

Looking for support? There is no other Hayatta that can fall from the sky now.

"Whew-"

A fresh breeze blew, and the broken prayer flags that could be found everywhere in the grounded grounds fluttered, and the small windmills inserted in the crevices of the hunters' armor also swung with the wind.

The mountain wind was about to blow fiercely, and in just a few breaths, it turned from a light breeze to an unstable wild.

"Meow! Look at Meow!! The pork chop jumped onto Gordon's shoulder armor and cheered and pointed somewhere in the dark clouds.

A huge flying ship shaped like a whale came with the wind.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter of the head of the regiment was faintly heard in the wind, "The monk is saying that the wind is blowing, urging us to come over and have a look, it seems that it is just the right time!"

Adjust your course! Hit it! ”

The processing officer in charge of the helm slammed the rudder, and the Isana turned the bow of the ship and rushed towards the Sky Dragon, which had been struggling to take off.

Under the strong wind, the speed of the Isana became faster and faster.

The Celestial Dragon had also noticed the grotesque-looking big one, and it was flapping its stump desperately in an attempt to avoid impact, but the strong winds that swept it had difficulty even maintaining a basic balance, let alone dodging nimbly.

The large red whale crashed headlong into the dragon, and the purely decorative steel teeth in the whale's mouth were deeply embedded in the dragon's body, firmly jamming it.

"Look at me! Hey! ”

Isana raised her hammer and slammed it into the dragon lance's activator.

Driven by high-pressure steam, the high-speed spinning steel spear stabbed straight out, penetrating through the huge wound in the dragon's chest, piercing through its chest.

"Roaring ——!"

Blood splattered the bow of the Isana, and in a long howl full of unwillingness, the golden pupils of the Celestial Dragon dimmed, and the range of struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally it was completely lost.

"The bow is too heavy! Take back the dragon lance! Take back the dragon lance! ”

"Stuck! Can't get it back! ”

"Babble! It's going to fall! ”

"No, it won't! Full rudder steady! Left full rudder! ”

The members of the brigade aboard the Isana squeaked and screamed, and finally landed in the grounded ground, along with the corpse of the dragon.

The wind in the mountains is still intensifying, and strong winds blow through the ancient prayer flags, through the tangled vines, through the strangely shaped floating mountain rocks, and across the entire Sky Mountain.

The ever-changing howls of the wind come together, and this is a chorus of wind.

The scales and powders that had shrouded the grounded ground for many days, and even the dark clouds above the sky, were dispelled by this strong wind, and the golden warm sunlight sprinkled onto the ground.

The dissipation of the scales and dark clouds put an end to the chorus of the wind, and the wind around was quiet.

The hunters looked at each other.

Looking at the corpse, which radiated a magnificent luster like white gold in the sun, Gordon couldn't help but take off the small windmill that he had stuck in his waist.

The little windmill whirred and turned.

Gordon lifted his visor and muttered, "Wind protection. Is it really useful? ”

The way the hunt ended was somewhat unexpected.

But in any case, the source of the dragon plague was successfully solved, no one died, and everyone returned to the village safely, and these two points alone were enough to make people ignore those "uncritical details".

A basically complete ancient dragon corpse is of very high value, both in terms of material value and research value.

Under normal circumstances, hunters will always try their best to transport it back to the city, where guild professionals and scholars will dissect, decompose, and collect it together, so as to maximize the value of the ancient dragon's corpse.

It's a pity that the corpse of the Heavenly Dragon is not suitable for that.

Not to mention that every part of its body, from blood to scales, contains a high-intensity dragon virus, and even a dead corpse will become a terrifying source of infection.

The mere "reincarnation" from the corpse is enough to make everyone be vigilant at the highest level.

After Hayatta hunted the Black Eclipse Dragon before, after some stripping, the armor was created, and the Celestial Dragon was still able to regain life from the wreckage.

Who can guarantee that nothing strange will be born from the corpse of this celestial dragon?

Bring this thing back to Dondoruma to dissect it, and then drill out the ancient dragon or something on the dissecting table, and the Great Elder can eat them.

Therefore, the hunters only did the usual stripping, and at the same time asked Issana and them to call the professor over.

The professor led the assistant lady and the disciple Alva to rush over with a large number of professional tools to conduct an on-site autopsy on the corpse of the Tianxiao Dragon and collect many organ specimens.

In this way, the ecological information of the Tianxia Dragon will be greatly completed.

These materials will be handed down to posterity in the form of detailed pictures and texts, so that future generations will not be like them, and they can only guess through a few vague proverbs and poems.

When the stripping and dissection were complete, the massive wreckage was burned to the ground under everyone's gaze.

During the incineration process, Anhill and his team specially threw all the flame bombs and gunpowder into the fire as accelerants, striving to incinerate them more thoroughly.

This large-scale "cremation ceremony" lasted for most of the day, and by the time the fire had dissipated, the time had come to the second half of the night.

The hunters were exhausted and sleepy, but no one left, and in the face of the charred skeleton, Gordon swung his great sword and tried to chop it to pieces, but failed.

The skeletal strength of the ancient dragon species is amazing.

"Let's go, it's burned clean enough." The professor beckoned to the hunters.

"Huh-" Feng Ying yawned and said a creepy sentence in a daze, "What if this can be reborn from the ashes?" ”

Looking back at the charred skeleton, Gordon grinned at the corners of his mouth.

"Then you'll have to kill it again."

(End of chapter)