nycdaug Chapter 1501 Death Struggle
Chapter 1501 Death Struggle
Chapter 1501 Death Struggle
The Abyss-Swallowing Dragon used its head and flippers to push the ground and turned over with difficulty.
Even though this would only cause the blood and internal organs to flow out of the giant hole in its abdomen faster, the pride of the ancient dragon species would not allow it to die in such a miserable way.
The losses on the human side were also not small.
In the previous sucking attack, at least six or seven people were sucked into the belly of the Swallowing Abyss Dragon. After experiencing the huge explosion just now, there was no possibility for these victims to survive.
The heavy crossbows at the bottom of the canyon had been completely destroyed, and the artillery on the top of the canyon had also been overturned by the attack and could no longer fire.
Only the hunters still retain their fighting capacity.
The upper-ranking hunters, weapons at the ready, slowly gathered around and moved forward.
Many elite hunters who still had the strength to fight also slid down from the top of the canyon via ropes, ready to join the siege.
When there were only thirty or forty meters left to the Abyss-Swallowing Dragon, Gordon raised his hand and made a gesture.
Everyone stopped and stood guard.
The battle was already decided, and the monsters that counterattacked before dying were often the most ferocious and crazy. Too many hunters died at the mouths of seriously injured and dying monsters because of carelessness.
What's more, what they are facing is an ancient dragon, so it is never too careful.
"Want to attack?" Hayata looked at Gordon.
Gordon came to the opposite side of the Swallowing Abyss Dragon, stared at the dragon pupil, and whispered while confronting it: "No hurry, go to the Dragon Strike Spear and prepare to start."
Hayata nodded, moved backward into the blind spot of the Swallowing Abyss Dragon, and left quietly.
"Swordsmen, retreat; archers, keep a safe distance and attack from a long distance!" Gordon suddenly raised his voice and shouted orders.
Among the hunters who gathered around, many swordsmen felt deeply regretful for having lost the opportunity to personally cut the ancient dragon twice.
Fortunately, as a nine-star hunter, Gordon had enough prestige, and the other party was also concerned about his own life, so no one disobeyed his orders.
"Attack the wound!" Musa pulled out an exceptionally thick arrow from the quiver behind him and shot the arrowhead across the ground.
Sparks caused by the friction between metal and rock ignited the fuse of the gunpowder tube on the arrow shaft.
Amid the sparks, he drew his bow, put an arrow on it, pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and released the bowstring the moment the gunpowder was ignited.
The dragon arrow, with a sharp scream that broke through the air, pierced straight towards the Abyss-Devouring Dragon in the distance.
His attack seemed to be the signal for the shooters to open fire.
Countless arrows and crossbow bullets were thrown at the Swallowing Abyss Dragon from all directions.
Even though most of them were bounced off by the latter's rock-platform shell, a few successfully penetrated into the Abyss-Swallowing Dragon's wounds and caused damage.
The Abyss-Swallowing Dragon roared silently.
It tried to fire back with sand bombs, but its lung tubes, shattered in the explosion, were unable to provide the necessary high pressure.
A small amount of yellow sand mixed with blood and flesh spurted out from the air vents on both sides of its body. It only blew out more than ten meters before falling on the ground, and could not pose any threat to the hunters in the distance.
Don't even think about the most threatening sucking attack, its lungs have almost been blown to pieces, and even with normal breathing, a large amount of blood foam will flow into the trachea.
A hint of ferocity flashed in the Swallowing Abyss Dragon's gradually dissipating pupils.
It has one last weapon.
“Roar, boom, boom—!”
Its flippers, which were not suitable for walking on rocky ground, flapped the ground and it moved slowly, getting faster and faster.
"The final charge?"
Gordon, who understood what the Devouring Abyss Dragon wanted to do, removed the restrictions on his protective gear, and the terrifying aura of the "Ancient Dragon Killer" rose up.
The Abyss-Swallowing Dragon, whose consciousness had become blurred, paused, subconsciously adjusted its direction, and rushed straight towards Gordon.
At the edge of the battlefield, a young hunter opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "Could it be that the 'brave man' really wants to build a dragon-stopping chariot?!"
Gordon's mouth twitched violently.
He was going to go back and teach the young great swordsman a lesson.
Accumulating power to stop the dragon chariot was a last resort, a gamble of life and death. Why would he risk his life against a giant ancient dragon that was charging at him desperately? !
Under the slightly disappointed gazes of some of the passionate young men whose brains weren't so clear, Gordon turned around and ran, rushing towards the direction of the Dragon-Slaying Spear.
Attracted by the scent, the Abyss-Swallowing Dragon gave up the idea of rushing around and limped but still chased after him with full momentum.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the dragon-slaying spear covered by the camouflage cloth was already within sight.
In the last few dozen meters, Gordon suddenly changed direction.
As he ran at full speed, blood was flowing and his internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The Swallowing Abyss Dragon, who was already in a dying state, had no strength or intention to turn around.
With its mind blurred, it had forgotten its purpose, and it rushed forward with all its might in the last moments before its life was extinguished, as if it wanted to smash death.
Until it collided head-on with the two dragon-slaying spears that rushed out.
For the people of Balubare, the successful hunting of the Abyss-Swallowing Dragon was undoubtedly a great joyous event.
The passage to the northern Reksala region was opened, and the mobile city trapped in the middle of the desert was finally able to head to Reks Bay for supplies and goods trading before the end of the monsoon season.
However, this battle brought more than just joy.
Even though the best preparations had been made in all aspects, many people still died in the huge mouth of the abyss during this battle.
Most of them are elite hunters from Barubare, and there are also a few craftsmen who are responsible for transporting and debugging weapons.
The residents of Balubare held a grand funeral for them and the victims of the previous dragon boat fleet.
According to local customs, the bodies of the victims will be wrapped in white cloth and buried deep in the sand of the oasis.
Unfortunately, only a few bodies were found.
Amid the cries and sobs of their relatives and friends, only their belongings were buried in the oasis.
"call--."
Gordon exhaled, “This kind of scene is something I can never get used to no matter how many times I experience it.
It is an honor to die for your country, but it is not something that anyone would be happy about.”
Hayata pursed her lips and did not respond.
Having spent some time in Balubare, she felt the funeral more deeply than Gordon.
Even among those victims whose bodies were never found, there were seniors who had taken care of her in the past.
"The desert will bury everything, and it will also remember everything." The old man walked over.
The iconic wide-brimmed hat was gone, but his face still had that generous smile he usually had. "It is the responsibility of all of us to carry the will of the sacrificed and move forward."
"Captain, let's not preach these principles at a time like this." Isana crossed her arms and sighed heavily.
The old man smiled and patted her head, "Are you still sad about the Isana?"
"Isn't that nonsense?" Isana said unhappily, "That is the ship that carries important memories of 'our brigade'.
It feels like a diary that I have treasured for years has been burned! "
Hayata beside her also nodded sadly.
The old man raised the corner of his mouth and talked about a seemingly unrelated topic.
“The Swallowing Abyss Dragon is indeed an ancient dragon species. Even in such an explosion, only the soft tissues such as flesh and internal organs were damaged. The most critical spine and ribs were almost intact.
The processing manager has seen it and said that using that spine as the keel and combining it with high-quality knotty wood can make a great ship that is no less than the Rockcracker's 'Mineyama Maru'.
What do you say, how about naming that ship the 'New Isana'?
If you think it's too plain, you can also call it 'Invincible Isana' or 'Super Isana'."
(End of this chapter)