Alva's brain was running at high speed.

It is true that poison is the weakness of the steel dragon, but it is not so easy to poison a behemoth with a body length of more than 20 meters and a weight of more than 100 tons.

Sometimes it's just a little bit worse.

What's more, the toxins of the Flying Dragon Knife [Moon] and the Purple Poison Ji Cat Sword come from the Golden Fire Dragon and the Purple Poison Ji respectively, both of which are variants of the female Fire Dragon, and the main components of the toxins should be similar.

And his own poisonous flying knife is a poison quenched by poisonous mushrooms and the juice of some highly toxic plants, which may be able to form a compound toxin with the fierce poison of the female fire dragon, making it more difficult for the steel dragon to metabolize and dissolve?

Well, all this nonsense is an excuse that Alva has made for himself in his head.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to find a chance to take a closer look, and even touch the majestic creature in front of him, of course, the poison flying knife should also be pierced.

Hunters and even cats are seizing this best opportunity and attacking desperately.

No one noticed the actions of his scribe, well, even if they did, there was no way to stop it.

You can't blame others if you're hurt, and you should always be responsible for your actions when you're so big.

Alva crept up behind the steel dragon, approached cautiously like an idiot, and then stretched out his palm with a reverent face and pressed it on the steel dragon's hind legs.

"Ahh

But the steel dragon is not a motionless sculpture, even if it is dizzy, falling, and the heavy blows of the hunters make its brain dizzy, but there is always a struggle in the form of conditioned reflexes.

With a flick of his hind legs, Alva was kicked to the ground, nearly keeping him out of breath.

Fortunately, the range of action under the steel dragon is not large, and there is a non-moving suit to block it, otherwise it is not impossible for him to be kicked to death in a brigade uniform with little defensive ability.

"It's exciting," Alva clutched his chest, muttering as he got up from the ground.

Looking at the increasingly fierce struggle of the steel dragon, he also knew that the former was about to regain his mobility, and if he continued to mess around, it might interfere with the hunters' battles, which would not be appropriate.

Alva took a few steps back, picked up the poisonous throwing knife that hung from his waist and threw it at the steel dragon.

"Hey!"

The flying knife landed on the large piece of steel armor on the steel dragon's legs, and with a "bang", it was knocked out without accident.

With an embarrassed face, Alva ran to pick up the knife again, got closer, and began a series of throws.

There were a few wounds that Hayatta had slashed with his sword, and those wounds were the targets he was aiming for, and it took some effort to finally get those throwing knives into the wounds on the steel dragon's legs.

At this time, the steel dragon had basically regained consciousness, it shook its head, supported its body with dragon wings, and slowly got up.

Alva glanced at the steel dragon's beautiful thighs regretfully, turned around and ran back behind the bunker dozens of meters away.

As a scrivener and compiler, sneaking up on a fallen steel dragon can be called an "adventure", but staying by the side of an ancient dragon that has recovered its mobility and not leaving is completely "sending him to death".

The steel dragon that stood up again was furious, and it stared at the hunters, the steel armor at the tip of its nose turned orange red, and it opened its mouth to roar like thunder.

As if the wide wings that could cover the canopy of heaven fluttered, the curtain of wind that rejected everything came again.

Gordon's jaws bulged, looking at the steel dragon's horns that were full of slash marks, but still not cut off, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "Distance yourself and continue to whirlwind, it seems that you can only fight a protracted battle." ”

The steel dragon continued to wave its wings, and the huge tornado column took shape in an instant, and under the urging of the magnetic field, it was crushed towards the hunters.

At the same time, it lifted its neck and inhaled deeply, a precursor to exhalation.

The hunters ran fast.

At the moment when the wind cannon's breath was about to spit out, the steel dragon's movements suddenly froze.

Its chest jerked, and there was a cough-like sound between its throats, and the wind cannonball that had been prepared suddenly lost control and exploded, blowing the steel dragon's head backwards.

Those tornado columns that had just formed also collapsed and dissipated in just a few seconds.

An ominous purple saliva dripped from the corners of the steel dragon's mouth, and the blood flowing from the wounds on his chest and legs also took on an unhealthy purple black.

It was poisoned.

Hayatta's two rounds of attacks in quick succession had actually accumulated enough toxins in the steel dragon's body.

As the steel dragon rages, the blood carrying the toxin flows at high speed, constantly eroding its internal organs and organs.

The act of urging the magnetic field with all its might, creating a tornado pillar and breath, accelerated the onset of the toxin, and also made the outbreak of the toxin extremely violent.

Studies have shown that the horns of the steel dragon are the main organ that generates the magnetic field and controls the air flow, but it is not the only organ.

Therefore, the ability of the steel dragon to control the wind without its horns will be greatly weakened, but it will not disappear completely.

Poisoning is different, the toxin erodes the whole body of the steel dragon.

In this state, not only can it no longer create all-repellent wind curtains and terrifying tornado columns, but even ordinary walking will become much slower.

After all, its heavy steel scale armor was too heavy to be a burden without the aid of magnetism and wind.

Gordon feels like he's been jumping back and forth between "disappointment" and "surprise" today.

When I thought I succeeded, I failed, and when I was annoyed that I failed, I succeeded again, how many times did I succeed?!

Gathering his emotions, Gordon began to give a loud command, "Pork chop!" We continue to attack the head and smash its horns! Hayata, you take pandan to attack the wound and continue to accumulate toxins! ”

"Good meow!"

"Understood!"

The hunters, who were still being driven by the tornado pillar half a minute ago, returned to the "undefended" steel dragon.

Without the high-pressure air curtain, especially the protection of the dragon wind pressure, the threat of the steel dragon plummeted.

Gordon rushed straight in front of the steel dragon, drew his knife and slashed at high speed, ready to attack.

Although he temporarily lost the magnetic field that controlled the wind, and his physical state declined under the influence of the toxin, the ancient dragon species was an ancient dragon species after all, and it was impossible to completely lose the ability to resist like this.

In the face of the slashing silver sword, the steel dragon chooses to fight back in the most primitive way of the creature.

It opened its jaws and bit back.

Being able to support the incomparably heavy steel armor action, the muscle strength of the steel dragon is certainly not weak, even if it is in a state of poisoning, this collision between the big sword and the steel tooth is only evenly matched.

Gordon laughed, picked up his greatsword again, and slung it over his shoulder into a stance.

The steel dragon roared, and another claw struck.

The blade and the claw clashed, Gordon sank down to resist the impact, roared and slashed back with true power, and in the roar of the dragon engine, the [Red Wing] greatsword was like a sledgehammer smashed on the anvil, smashing the steel dragon's head to the ground.

On the other side, while Gordon was firmly holding the steel dragon in check, Hayatta took Panda around behind the steel dragon, preparing to continue attacking the wound and injecting toxins.

But inexplicably, it was discovered that there were several highly poisonous flying knives on the hind legs of the steel dragon.

"Uh, meow, meow."

The effective throw distance of this thing is only about ten meters, which means that .

A man and a cat all looked towards Alva, who was hiding a little farther away.

Noticing their gaze, Alva grimaced his face and wrote and drew with a serious sketchpad, pretending that nothing had happened.

The corners of Hayata's eyes twitched twice, ignoring the matter for the time being, and drew his sword to attack with all his might.

Xianglan also pulled out the catsword, but muttered in her mouth, "I'll go back and complain to Miss Lania."

(End of chapter)