Chapter 1216 Locked

The beast blocking the road was covered with scars.

The marks of burning by the high temperature of the flames, the hideous wounds that seemed to have been cut by the winch, and countless teeth marks and claw marks.

Most of the marks were very new, and some of the wounds even had thick purple blood flowing in them.

Now we know what the previous movements and traces of fighting were.

Ansel put his finger on the trigger, but did not launch an attack immediately.

Pork Chop Gale, and the strange-faced people carrying stretchers, were quietly retreating, trying to retreat in a roundabout way.

It would be better not to start a fight before they retreated to a safe distance.

However, the actions of monsters are always difficult to follow the wishes of hunters.

Perhaps it still remembered the breath of Ted and the others, and the slow-moving Behemoth suddenly accelerated and chased the retreating team.

"Stop it!" Gordon roared, charging to meet the attack, and Ansel immediately launched fire suppression.

Hayata charged faster than Gordon and got to Behemoth first. She did not choose to confront Behemoth head-on. She staggered her steps and passed by Behemoth diagonally.

The unsheathed blade drew a flash of light, cut across Behemoth's forearm, and cut a narrow wound.

The wound was not deep, and there was not much blood, but it was enough to make Behemoth feel pain and attract its attention.

Behemoth slowed down, shifted his sight from the two long-legged stretchers, and lowered his head to stare at Hayata who dared to attack it.

Without any hesitation, the terrifying claws that were larger than the hunter's entire body swung and grabbed.

Hayata immediately turned sideways to avoid being hit by the claws head-on, and raised the sword body to block, trying to accurately defend the claw attack with the hard blade slash, and launched a counterattack.

However, the power of Behemoth's casual claw was much stronger than she expected.

Not to mention the air blade slash, at the moment when the claws touched the sword, if she hadn't tried her best to relieve the force, she would have been knocked away with the sword.

Although the process was a bit thrilling, she finally stopped Behemoth's pursuit and successfully distracted its attention for a few seconds.

Gordon took the opportunity to get close to Behemoth's head, drew his sword and charged it briefly, and before the latter could react, he chopped down the inscription sword.

The amazingly sharp golden blade successfully cut through the thin skin on Behemoth's head. Feeling the pain, Behemoth turned his head in anger and opened his mouth to bite.

Gordon, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his left hand, detonated the projectile, and took a big step back with the recoil of the enhanced shooting. While avoiding the bite, he picked up the sword and entered the true charging posture.

Behemoth, who bit nothing, turned his eyes and stared at Gordon.

Gordon, who completed the three-stage charging slash preparation at a very fast speed, roared and slashed down the sword.

"Real power slash!"

This sword hit Behemoth's head firmly between the two horns on his head, and the segmented blade tore open his scalp, leaving a huge wound with flesh and blood.

The power carried by the sword was not exhausted, and Behemoth's head was pressed down.

Gordon felt a little happy.

The battle had just begun, and he was lucky to find an opportunity to take the initiative and hit hard.

But he immediately restrained this emotion.

If it were another opponent, let alone those flying dragons, even an opponent at the level of ancient dragons would be hit by this sword and his head would be smashed to the ground.

But Behemoth is too strong.

The neck wrapped in large muscles is even thicker than the head, which gives it unreasonable resistance to blows.

After the full-strength real power slash, its head only sank slightly, and then it raised its head against the big sword in Gordon's hand.

Its blood was like boiling magma, emitting a dangerous red light through its skin.

The scarlet eyes of the beast stared at him intently.

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, he felt that he was locked by some kind of aura, and there seemed to be countless sharp needles in the air, pressing against every pore on his body.

Even if he just moved a little, he would become riddled with holes.

"Be careful! It's staring at you!" Maka shouted to remind him.

Is this what it feels like to be stared at by Behemoth?

Gordon pulled the corner of his mouth. No wonder the vanguard responsible for attracting is under great pressure.

"Boom!"

A claw fell down at a much faster speed than before, and Gordon immediately slid sideways to get out of the way.

The giant claw fell close to his chest, smashing a large cracked pit on the dark gray basalt ground.

The force of this claw was so strong that it was difficult for him to withstand it even if he did it in one go.

Claws, corners, bites, Behemoth's attacks were faster and faster, Gordon dodged with all his strength, not daring to take them head-on.

It was not wise to use counterattacks at this time. With Behemoth's ability to withstand blows, it was difficult to interrupt Behemoth's offensive and create flaws with one or two counterattacks.

If you counterattack rashly, you will easily be killed by the subsequent combo.

In order to relieve Gordon's pressure, the other three people hurriedly stepped up their offensive, but Behemoth seemed to have not felt it, staring at Gordon with red eyes, and chasing Gordon.

The dull heartbeat of the giant beast became more and more rapid like a war drum, shaking the hunters' eardrums.

The orange-red heat emanating from its chest became brighter and brighter, gradually spreading to its head, neck and arms.

"Be careful! A powerful attack is coming!" Ansel, who was the farthest away and had the best vision, warned loudly.

Sure enough, Behemoth slammed its claws into the ground, raised its head and roared.

"Roar——!"

The surging energy was injected into the ground, and countless golden-red cracks appeared on the ground in front of it.

Gordon seized the opportunity and immediately ran sideways for two steps, flying and rolling to barely rush out of the dangerous area with glowing ground.

He didn't have time to get up, so he half-crouched and raised his sword, entering a defensive posture.

The next second, the earth exploded like an erupting volcano.

The hot explosion and gravel swept all around.

The huge impact hit the sword surface, pushing Gordon back several meters, but the defensive posture was still firmly maintained and was not broken.

After confirming that Gordon was fine, Ansel breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, "This time, even the explosion is complete."

"Boom!"

There was no so-called stiffness time at all. Behemoth, who had detonated the earth, turned around and swung his claws again.

Gordon had no time to make a better response and had to roll over to avoid it again. However, Behemoth's physical strength was endless. He kept waving his claws to attack, and in a blink of an eye, he forced Gordon into danger.

Hayata risked launching the air blade to cut another wound on Behemoth's rock-hard shoulder and arm.

Maka, who absorbed the essence of the monster, also flew up and rushed into Behemoth's sight, whirling and attacking its side face, trying to distract its attention.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Seeing this, Ansir loaded the supernova into the crossbow chamber at the fastest speed.

Now there was no room to save the trump card, he decisively pulled the trigger.

The supernova that came out of the barrel drew a clear line of fire under the night sky and exploded beside Behemoth.

The violent explosion made it stagger, and the rhythm of the combo was also interrupted.

Gordon, who had gained a precious breathing opportunity, quickly distanced himself from the enemy. While adjusting his posture and regrouping, he calmed his emotions and activated his courage.

A blue light flashed across his eyes.

His calm and fearless courage and the fanatical offensive desire of the awakened [Crazy Pattern] armor merged and finally reached a wonderful balance.

“Hiss——” A breath of hot air came out from under the mask.

Gordon raised his greatsword again.

“Continue!”