Chapter 1099: Ups and Downs

Alva's brain was working at high speed.

It was true that the poison was the weakness of the steel dragon, but it was 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 was just a little bit off.

What's more, the toxins of the Flying Dragon Blade [Moon] and the Purple Poison Cat Sword came from the Golden Fire Dragon and the Purple Poison Queen respectively. To put it bluntly, both were variants of the female fire dragon, and the main components of the toxins should be similar.

And his own poisonous flying knife was quenched with poisonous mushrooms and some highly toxic plant juices. Perhaps it could form a complex toxin with the female fire dragon's venom, making it more difficult for the steel dragon to metabolize and digest?

Well, all the above nonsense was an excuse Alva made for himself in his mind.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to find an opportunity to take a closer look, or even touch the majestic creature in front of him. Of course, the poisonous flying knife had to be stabbed.

Hunters and even hunting cats were seizing this best opportunity and attacking desperately.

No one noticed the actions of the scribe. Well, even if they noticed, they had no time to stop him.

He couldn't blame others for being injured. He was so old that he should be responsible for his own actions.

Alva quietly approached behind the steel dragon, approached carefully like a pervert, and then stretched out his palm with a pious face, pressing on the steel dragon's hind legs and rubbing them.

"Ah-this perfect muscle line, this cold and smooth scale, is this the leg of the ancient dragon?" The scribe had an intoxicated expression of "no regrets in this life".

But the steel dragon is not a motionless sculpture. Even if it is dizzy, falls, and the heavy blows of the hunters make its head dizzy, it still struggles in a conditioned reflex.

With a twitch of its hind legs, Alva was kicked to the ground, and this almost made him suffocate.

Fortunately, the steel dragon's movement was not large, and the immobile clothes blocked it, otherwise it is not impossible for him to be kicked to death in a travel suit with little defensive ability.

"It's really exciting." Alva covered his chest and muttered as he got up from the ground.

Watching the increasingly fierce struggle of the steel dragon, he also knew that the former was about to recover his ability to move. If he continued to mess around, it might interfere with the hunters' battle, which would be inappropriate.

Alva stepped back a few steps, picked up the poison flying knife hanging on his waist, and threw it at the steel dragon with force.

"Hey!"

The flying knife fell on the large piece of steel armor on the steel dragon's leg, and with a "clang" sound, it was knocked out without any surprise.

Alva ran to pick up the flying knife again with embarrassment, got closer, and then started throwing continuously.

There were several wounds cut by Hayata with a sword here, and those wounds were the targets he aimed at. After some effort, he finally stabbed those flying 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 its dragon wings, and slowly got up.

Alva looked at the beautiful thighs of the steel dragon with regret, turned around and ran back to the bunker dozens of meters away.

As a member of the scribes and compiler, sneaking close to the fallen steel dragon can be called "adventure", but staying with an ancient dragon that has regained its mobility is completely "seeking death".

The steel dragon that stood up again was very angry. It stared at the hunters, the steel armor at the tip of its nose turned orange-red, and it opened its mouth and roared like thunder.

The wide wings that seemed to cover the sky flapped, and the wind curtain that repelled everything descended again.

Gordon's jaw bulged, looking at the dragon horns of the steel dragon that were covered with cuts but still could not be cut off, squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "Keep the distance and continue to deal with it. It seems that we can only fight a protracted war."

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

At the same time, it raised its neck and took a deep breath, which was a precursor to exhalation.

The hunters ran quickly.

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

Its chest suddenly shrank, and a cough-like sound came out of its throat. The wind cannon shells that had been prepared suddenly lost control and exploded, blowing the steel dragon's head back.

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

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

It was poisoned.

Hayata and the others' two consecutive rounds of attacks had actually accumulated enough toxins in the steel dragon's body.

As the steel dragon was furious, the blood carrying toxins flowed at a high speed, constantly eroding its internal organs.

And the full-strength activation of the magnetic field, the creation of tornado columns and breath, accelerated the effect of the toxins, and also made the outbreak of the toxins particularly fierce.

Research shows that the horns of steel dragons are the main organs for generating magnetic fields and controlling airflow, but not the only organs.

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

Poisoning is different. The toxins corrode the whole body of the steel dragon.

In this state, it can no longer create wind curtains and terrifying tornado columns that repel everything, and even flying and ordinary walking will become much slower.

After all, its heavy steel scales are too heavy. Without the assistance of magnetism and wind, it will become a burden.

Gordon felt that his emotions today have been jumping back and forth between "disappointment" and "surprise".

When you thought you were successful, you failed, and when you were upset that you failed, you succeeded again. How many times has this happened? !

After calming down his emotions, Gordon began to give instructions loudly, "Pork chop! Let's continue to attack the head and chop off its horns! Hayata, you use pandan to attack the wound and continue to accumulate toxins!"

"Good meow!"

"clear!"

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

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

Gordon rushed straight in front of the steel dragon, drew his sword and charged up his sword at high speed, ready to go.

Although the magnetic field that controls the wind has been temporarily lost, and the physical condition has declined under the influence of toxins, the ancient dragon species is an ancient dragon species after all, and it is impossible to completely lose the ability to resist like this.

Facing Eunhyuk's slashing sword, Steel Dragon chose to fight back in the most primitive way.

It opened its huge mouth and bit back.

To be able to support the action of the extremely heavy steel armor, the steel dragon's muscle strength certainly cannot be weak. Even in the poisoned state, the collision between the big sword and the steel teeth was just a close match.

Gordon chuckled, swung the sword again, put it on his shoulder and entered into a one-stop stance.

The steel dragon roared angrily and struck with another claw.

The sword blade and claws clashed. Gordon leaned down to resist the impact, roared and struck back with a true charge. Amidst the roar of the dragon's energy engine, the [Red Wing] sword was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Smash the steel dragon's head to the ground.

On the other side, while Gordon was firmly restraining the Steel Dragon, Hayata took Xianglan around behind the Steel Dragon, preparing to continue attacking the wound and injecting poison.

But inexplicably, he discovered that there were several poisonous flying knives stuck on the steel dragon's hind legs.

"Uh meow meow meow."

The effective throwing distance of this thing is only about ten meters, that is to say.

One person and one cat all looked at Alva who was hiding in the distance.

Noticing their gazes, Alva had a straight face and solemnly held a drawing board to write and draw, pretending that nothing happened.

Hayata's eyes twitched twice, and he ignored the matter for the time being, drawing his sword and launching an attack with all his strength.

Xianglan also drew the cat sword, but she muttered, "I'll complain to Miss Rania when I get back, meow."