Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter Chapter 887

Chapter 887 Another Dragon Spear

Anhil led the Styracosaurus around the battle street and approached the wall with the dragon-shooting gun.

The upper-level hunters were also running, constantly adjusting their team's position and formation, ready to cover Ancil at any time, or look for opportunities to attack the Styracosaurus.

“Hayata, Julius, you two go get the dragon-type weapons back!” Gordon suddenly shouted.

Hearing this, the two of them took a few glances at Styracosaurus, and soon understood the reason why Gordon asked them to do this.

 He nodded and ran away quickly.

In a furious state, Styracosaurus continued to radiate high temperature outwards with its chest as its core. The thick and sticky black oil armor also melted and fell off under the influence of this high temperature.

The current Styracosaurus still has some keel oil remaining between the carapace scales, making it look dirty.

 But these are mostly newly secreted oils, which are constantly dripping down under the extremely high body temperature of Styracosaurus, and can no longer be called "armor".

In this case, fire-attribute weapons whose main function is to break through the black oil layer are not necessary. It is better to go back to the camp and exchange for dragon-attribute weapons while you are not fighting the Styracosaurus.

"Sharpen the knife and take the potion!" Looking at the Styracosaurus getting closer and closer to the dragon-killing gun, Gordon gradually slowed down, "Be prepared for a strong attack. When the dragon-killing gun knocks it down, let's give it a few blows. Be cruel!"

 Ahead, the strong wind was running wildly, and Anhil, who was lying on its back, suddenly pressed his body sideways.

With the change of center of gravity, Gale didn't even think about it, and immediately drifted and turned sideways. Its thick four claws dug shallow holes in the ground and jumped out diagonally like a shadow.

 “Boom—!”

The Styracosaurus jumped and landed on the route they had been running on. If Ancier hadn't reacted quickly enough, they would have been crushed into a pulp by now.

Even so, the gale force in the running was barely overturned by the violent shaking of the ground like an earthquake. When he finally regained his balance, the six-legged and fast crawling Styracosaurus caught up again.

 Fortunately, the city wall with the dragon gun installed is already in sight.

 “Come up! Cough cough cough!” Master Campbell urged loudly on the city wall, waving his umbrella that was used as a crutch vigorously.

Had it not been for the violent cough that followed, it would have been hard to imagine that he was the disabled person who had to take a break after walking a few steps on weekdays.

 "Gale wind! Charge forward!" Anhil shouted.

 “Roar!” The strong wind roared, and the limbs exerted force and accelerated again.

When it approached the base of the city wall, it jumped up. After stepping on the head of the dragon gun protruding from the wall to gain some strength, it jumped onto this section of the city wall that was not too high.

The Styracosaurus chasing them was unable to stop and hit the city wall. The wall shook violently and several conspicuous cracks appeared on the wall.

This city wall will also have to be demolished and rebuilt later.

 “Start the dragon gun quickly!” Anhil shouted as he rushed up the city wall.

Next to the activation mechanism of the dragon gun, the guild knight holding the activation hammer looked at the master craftsman. The master craftsman, who was coughing violently, quickly raised his hand, "Ahem, cough, cough, wait, wait a moment!"

 Anhil was a little excited, "What are you waiting for?!"

At this moment, two huge wing claws set up on the city wall one after another. Amidst the crackling sounds of bricks and stones, the head of Styracosaurus, followed by its neck and chest, appeared in front of them one after another.

The Styracosaurus holding on to the city wall supported its body with its wing claws, raised its body, and looked down at the few people on the wall from a high position.

 The red light flashed in the open mouth, and the breath was brewing. In the next second, the dragon flames that melted iron and stone will spurt out.

 “It's now!” Master Jiang shouted, waving the umbrella in his hand.

 The guild knight who had been waiting for a long time slammed the activating hammer.

 “Boom boom boom—”

Deep inside the city wall, amid the low roar of steam machinery, two newly refitted dragon guns were spinning and thrusting out at high speed.

One of the dragon-shooting spears pierced the side of Styracosaurus diagonally, covered with fine barbs, and the file-like head of the dragon-beating spear tore off large pieces of flesh. The other one directly hit the wound on the chest of Styracosaurus. The entire dragon-shooting gun was inserted into it. As the gun head rotated, it drilled deeply and emerged from the back of Styracosaurus. The body of Styracosaurus was Complete penetration.

Like a long nail, the former's body was nailed to the city wall.

Anhil finally understood what Master Campbell meant by "waiting".

Weapons such as dragon-shooting spears often only work once on ancient dragons with extremely high IQs. Whether the attack effect is good or bad, it is difficult for them to be hit again, and they may even take the initiative to destroy it.

  It's like the previous Dragon Slayer Cannon.

If you activate the dragon-shooting gun as soon as Styracosaurus comes under the city wall, you will naturally be able to hit, but the high probability will be to drill two huge wounds on the latter's back covered with bone armor and metal fragments.

 On other monsters, it is naturally a serious injury.

But for an "undead" like Styracosaurus, whose internal organs were blown into a mess and could move freely with a first-generation dragon-shooting gun between its chest and abdomen, such an injury could only be said to be neither painful nor itchy.

 Only when it stands up against the city wall and actively exposes its relatively fragile chest and abdomen is activated, the attack effect of the dragon gun can be maximized.

It's just a pity that the dragon-shooting gun that pierced through the chest failed to directly stab the Styracosaurus to death.

The feeling of having a dragon gun hung on the city wall was not pleasant. The Styracosaurus roared and struggled wildly, causing the entire city wall to shake violently.

"This city wall is going to collapse. You and Master Campbell must retreat as soon as possible." Anhil said in a hurry to the guild knights: "Leave it to us next."

Master Campbell did not forcefully ask to stay. He nodded and left quickly with the help of the knights.

The restraint bomb tactic failed and the dragon-killing cannon was destroyed. It is estimated that the dragon-killing gun will no longer be used after this time. As a tactical commander, he has nothing to command.

He is no longer the nine-star hunter who was able to defeat the ancient dragon alone. Forcibly staying here is a burden that will only cause trouble. It is better to evacuate.

Seeing the master and the others leaving, Anhil breathed a sigh of relief.

Among the three high-level hunter teams participating in the front-line battle, the captains of two teams are disciples of Master Campbell. If something happens to the latter, it is difficult to guarantee that those two guys will not mess up.

 The trouble will be big by then.

 On the other side, the superior hunters also arrived nearby.

The scene of Styracosaurus hanging on the city wall with a dragon-shooting gun was exciting, but they still did not dare to let down their guard.

Feng Ying originally thought of seizing the opportunity to rush forward to relieve the situation, but found that none of her seniors had the intention to move forward, so she quickly stopped.

 Such caution saved her from a severe beating later.

 “Gah ah ah ah!”

The Styracosaurus roared crazily. It clamped the city wall with its wing claws and struggled violently. Black oil mixed with dragon blood and internal organ fragments continued to gush out from the wounds in its chest and abdomen.

 “Roar—!” With another burst of roars, Styracosaurus pushed its wing claws and feet and leaned back suddenly.

　　The dragon-shooting lance stuck in its chest and firmly stuck to the rapidly secreted dragon bone oil was just like this forcibly pulled out of the city wall.

As a result, a large part of the city wall collapsed, and the giant Styracosaurus fell to the ground due to excessive force, making it difficult to get up for a while.

"rush!"

　　Gordon chewed the strange power pill in his mouth and took the lead in launching the charge.

 (End of this chapter)

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