It was still at the end of the spring winds, and the warm wind from the sea blew the windmills that could be seen everywhere in Dongdoruma whirring and dissipating the smoke that had spread through the battle streets.

The hunters looked expectantly and nervously at the source of the smoke.

Theoretically, no creature should survive such an attack or explosion, not to mention that the explosion still originated from the body.

However, the ancient dragon species are living organisms that transcend the common sense of biology.

The hunters didn't dare to let their guard down, especially the three teams of high-ranking hunters, only they knew best how tenacious the vitality of the ancient dragon species was.

In the remaining smoke, a giant shadow as strange and hideous as a zombie skeleton slowly stood up.

The wing membrane of one wing claw was mostly torn apart, and near the root, the scales and muscles of the dragon slayer shell disappeared, revealing the blackened bones after the explosion of flames and the scorched dragon attribute energy.

With this injury as a foundation, it should not be able to fly.

However, it is not here that the most serious injuries are made.

The entire thorax and abdomen of the giant halberd dragon have now become "open", leaving only the exceptionally strong sternum and ribs, which still maintain their original shape.

Flesh, internal organs and other soft tissues have become a mess.

In the abdominal cavity, the dragon's blood was mixed with slimy black oil, and it was so black that people couldn't tell it clearly.

But as long as the internal organs of this dragon are similar to those of ordinary dragon species, then half of its lungs, its entire stomach, and even a considerable part of its intestines should have been turned into fragments, mixed with the black oil, and scattered all over the ground.

It's all like this, this guy is still alive?!

The same thought flashed through the hearts of everyone present.

Powerful winged claws dug into the ground, supporting the giant halberd dragon to lift its body.

"Roaring ——!" It was as hoarse as a broken organ, but still a fierce roar resounded through the streets.

"Prepare for battle!" Altman yelled, unfurled his gun, and set up a large shield, "Disperse and approach, don't think about hard fighting, attract attention, and deal with it!" ”

Ferdy wields a hunting flute to provide protection.

In the midst of the rousing music, Altman and Pen Lance made Will, two heavily armed defenders, take the lead in the charge.

As a half-pull defender of the silver edge, Feng Ying's blood boiled and wanted to follow forward, but he was dragged by Gordon and thrown behind him.

"There is no so-called avant-garde in this battle, you are not a defender, everyone is a shortstop, remember?!"

After scolding Feng Ying, Gordon led the remaining few high-ranking swordsmen and dispersed, surrounding the giant halberd dragon from multiple directions.

The shooters each picked the right angle of attack and fired with all their might.

There was no need to choose a target, the rotten open wounds on the chest and abdomen of the giant halberd dragon, lacking the protection of scales and muscles, and the crossbow bullets could go straight to the internal organs.

Pull the trigger and pour all the ammunition into it.

Artillery and heavy bed crossbows scattered throughout the battle street also attacked in unison.

In fact, they are the main force of the attack, and no matter how powerful the hunters are, the power of a single attack cannot be compared with the power of gunpowder-propelled howitzer shells.

Unfortunately, they can't move, and without the cover of hunters, monsters of the level of the Giant Halberd Dragon can easily destroy them.

"Roar!"

The halberd dragon inhaled deeply, a dazzling red light burning from its chest.

"Breath! Avoid! Gordon stared at the movements of the dragon's neck as he yelled at his friends.

The high-ranking swordsmen who were in charge of dealing with the giant halberd dragon at close range put away their weapons and scattered and ran.

A solid pillar of fire erupted from the dragon's mouth and swept in all directions as its head swung.

The experience and skill of the upper hunters were extraordinary, and through the movements of the giant halberd dragon's head, they predicted the path of the breath strafing in advance, and avoided it in time, so that no one was injured.

However, the breath of the giant halberd dragon that can destroy the city wall with a single blow is not so simple.

Flame pillar breath is common, and the Flame Dragon, Armored Dragon, and certain subspecies of Fire Dragons have mastered a similar breathing pattern.

But the essence of those exhalations is mostly high-temperature and high-pressure flammable gases, composed of flame gas columns.

The Halberd Dragon is different, it spits out a staggering amount of black oil per unit of energy.

After studying samples left behind by several previous attacks on the giant halberd, the scholars found that:

This composition, similar to heavy oil, is rich in sulfur and some high-energy powders that are difficult to parse, and the black grease is activated by high temperatures and causes a violent explosion.

Scholars also hope that the explosion of the dragon cannon and gunpowder will ignite the black oil stored in the body of the giant halberd dragon, so as to directly blow it to pieces.

But unfortunately, this special oil, named "super heavy keel oil", seems to be completely controlled by the giant halberd.

Only when it is exhaled as breath fuel will it cause an explosion, and the parts stored in its body and flowing on its surface are quite stable and safe, and even non-flammable

Incomprehensible.

Running, trying to get close to the hind feet of the giant halberd, Hayatta unleashed a disruptive attack, and suddenly stopped her momentum.

Blazing oily breath swept across the meters in front of her, radiating an astonishing heat that curled the ends of her hair.

After breathing, a large cloud of semi-fluid black oil like asphalt was left in the path that the pillar of flame had swept.

The black oil boiled and swelled, burning a bright red light from within.

Seeing this, Hayatta immediately turned around and ran at full speed, desperately trying to pull away.

Just two or three seconds later, the black oil mass exploded, and at the moment of the explosion, Hayatta flew and fell to his stomach.

The Black Oil Mass Explosion is no less powerful than a Vat Bomb, but it is more dangerous than that.

The violently burning keel oil was scattered in all directions along with the blast wind, and the coverage was quite amazing, and the scene was like detonating an incendiary bomb with adhesive added to it.

Hayata, who had dodged the explosion, sprang to his feet.

She could feel that several flames had fallen on her, and because of the presence of fleasy fuel and grease, they could not be extinguished.

Realizing that the flames were not so easy to deal with, Hayatta immediately rolled on the spot and finally extinguished the flames with the help of the dust and dust on the ground.

Sweeping his eyes and leaving a few scorched black burns, but no armor that had been burned through, Hayatta secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, I chose to change into the Purple Poison Ji armor with excellent flame resistance before, if I still wore the black erosion dragon suit with extremely poor fire resistance before, even if I extinguished the flames at this time, I am afraid that I will suffer a lot of burns.

Aiden, a newcomer to the pen, ran over like Ailu, ready to sprinkle two handfuls of life dust first.

Khayata waved his hand, said "I'm fine", and continued to charge towards the Halberd Dragon.

At the same time, Gordon also came to the giant halberd dragon.

A giant halberd dragon with a broken front paw was still able to move freely on the ground, and its extraordinarily strong wing claws replaced the role of its forelimbs, supporting its massive body of thousands of tons.

What Gordon saw was the right wing claw of the giant halberd.

Under the direct fire of the previous dragon slaying cannon, this wing claw, especially the root near the shoulder, was seriously injured, although it didn't show much unusual from the action, but it should be regarded as a weak point.

Julius, who arrived here a little earlier than Gordon, apparently had the same idea.

The two glanced at each other and launched an offensive together.

(End of chapter)