Chapter 566: Pork Chop Battle

Heineye took the lead and used his transcendence to expand the wound that Gordon had opened on Lao Shanlong's chest.

The hunters were all prepared for Laoshanlong's counterattack, but the expected attack did not appear, and Laoshanlong continued to advance steadily.

This made Heineye very angry.

What's the meaning? When Gordon chops you, you stand up and scream, but I chop you and don’t say a word?

"Hahaha! Weak chicken! Get out of the way, it's up to me!"

Ted pushed her aside and drove the muzzle of his gun into the wound.

"Dragon Cannon!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Under the recoil, Ted slid back several meters. Laoshanlong's wound was stained with a little black ash, but it still had no obvious reaction.

"Haha! Aren't you the same? You come here for a breast massage, right?" Heineye said sarcastically.

Ted was a little embarrassed and wanted to fire all the bullets again to see if he could drive the spikes of the Longhang Cannon into Laoshanlong's body.

"There was no bleeding from the wound."

Hayata put the scabbard on the left side of her waist. "Its skin is too thick. The reason why it reacted before may not be because of the pain, but because it was stimulated by the dragon-type energy of the Epitaph Sword."

"This spirit is quite powerful." Ted muttered, retreating to make way for the attack position in front of the wound.

Everyone could tell that Hayata had also prepared some kind of powerful sword skill.

Although according to conventional wisdom, Tai Sword is not a powerful weapon that can determine victory or defeat with one strike, but as the most versatile weapon among all weapons, Tai Sword has many schools.

Except for Yamos, who had some guesses, no one here knew what she was going to do.

Hayata, who had taken a good position, also threw a strange pill into his mouth. The effect of this pill lasts very short, and it can usually only be taken when taking action.

After taking the pill, she felt the blood boiling in her body and felt calm.

The Demonic Zanpakutō, which was condensed like a red blade of energy, was slowly put into the scabbard by her.

Ted and Heineye beside her could clearly feel that the sharp and aggressive aura that originally lingered around Hayata was fading rapidly.

On the blade of the Taito that was sheathed, the air blade became more and more solid, and it seemed that it would tear the scabbard and burst out at any time.

Kamui Iai.

Hayata muttered something in her mind.

The sharp blade unsheathed, whirling and leaping up like a dance. The ghost-cutting sword blooming with dazzling aura drew two perfect arcs of light in the air, and then carried the sword energy she had accumulated for a long time, and slashed down hard.

Unlike heavy shield axes and thick blunderbuss, the Taito blade is extremely long and very thin. Therefore, it was not caught by Lao Shanlong's scale dragon, but easily followed the narrow wound that Gordon had made before. Go deep.

The Laoshan Dragon's footsteps paused for a moment, and it stamped its front feet heavily, forcing the hunters on its chest back.

A stream of thick blood flowed from the stab wound on its chest.

Its defense was finally broken.

A few hundred meters away from Laoshanlong.

Evelin and Agaxi ran towards the landing bridge.

There are warehouses built in the canyon cliffs near the land bridge.

In ancient times, these warehouses may have also served as temporary shelters. The internal space was not small and the layout was relatively complex. Those anti-dragon bombs were stored here.

At the entrance to the fortifications inside the mountain, Evelin and the others smelled a smell of blood, and there were faint sounds of fighting coming from inside.

An ominous premonition came to the minds of the two of them. They looked at each other and rushed in quickly.

The entrance to the warehouse built inside the mountain was blocked here by the pork chops that came to fetch explosive bombs against the dragon.

What appeared in front of it was an enemy that no one had ever imagined.

"Chacha Baka!"

Several strange-faced tribesmen, smaller than the pig chop, were jumping around it with broken daggers in their hands.

These ordinary strange-faced people naturally cannot pose a threat to it now.

What really makes Zhupa feel afraid is the king of the strange-faced clan with gray-skinned skin and a mask made of some kind of creature's skeleton on his head.

Even among the small monsters, the strange-faced tribe is only considered to be at the bottom of the beast-type creature in terms of size. It is widely distributed and has a large population.

However, it is very rare for an individual to grow up to be a "king", and Pork Chop only encountered Gordon Hayata and the others once, not long after he became a hunting cat.

However, it was that time that left such a deep impression on it.

Gordon, who was still a two-star hunter at the time, was instantly suppressed. If Yamos, a high-ranking hunter, was not present, they might have perished in the jungle.

It also remembered that Yamos once said that the lowest danger level of the king of the Strange Face Clan is five stars, and the best among them can even arm-wrestle with the upper-level hunters of seven or eight stars.

Pig Chop couldn't be sure of the strength of the strange-faced king in front of him, so he could only pray that it wouldn't be the worst case scenario.

Facing the pig chop guarding in front of the warehouse, the King of the Qimian Clan did not take action immediately, but issued a series of orders.

"Kababa!"

Several odd-faced tribesmen jumping left and right immediately pounced on them.

They actually know how to cooperate.

Pork Chop wielded the cat sword and cut off two of them, but was attacked by the third one from the side and knocked down. They rolled and struggled with each other.

"Meow!"

Pig Chop screamed and threw away the cat sword, grabbed a pair of steel claws hanging on the back of his waist, and scratched wildly, scratching the skin of the strange-faced tribe that attacked him.

After kicking away the bloody strange-faced tribe, Zhupa jumped up, bared his fangs, and the hair on his body exploded, and let out a menacing growl.

“Meow——”

The few strange-faced people had never seen such a fierce Elu, and they stepped back in panic.

The king of the strange-faced people, holding a rusty saw in his hand, pushed aside his fellow tribesmen and walked forward.

“Babaca.” The king of the strange-faced people pointed at Pork Chop with the saw, and then pointed at the warehouse behind it.

Although Pork Chop could not understand the language of the strange-faced people, he could understand what the other party meant.

It was nothing more than asking it to make way, and their target was the supplies in the warehouse.

At present, the defensive battle to stop the old mountain dragon was in full swing. If the strange-faced people just came for some food, Pork Chop would not bother to care about them.

But the warehouse behind it contained bombs for dragons and gunpowder for artillery.

In other words, the other party’s goal was these explosives from the beginning.

As beast-man monsters, the intelligence of the strange-faced people is very high, close to the level of humans and Elu, and some tribes even mastered the technology of making gunpowder.

This group of people may not know how to make gunpowder, but they definitely know the power of gunpowder and how to use it, so they took this opportunity to break into the fortress to "rob".

"Leave meow!" Pig Chop bared his teeth and said fiercely: "These are not your things meow! They are very important!"

"Gah!"

The King of the Strange Face Tribe saw that Pig Chop refused to leave, so he rushed up with a saw.

Pig Chop's attention was extremely tense. He screamed angrily, and scarlet fighting spirit flowed out of his cat pupils. He waved his steel claws to meet him.

"Clang!"

The saw and the steel claw collided with each other, and a burst of sparks was wiped out.

In terms of strength, the King of the Strange Face Tribe had the upper hand. Even if Pig Chop, who had turned on the ghost humanization (beastization), could not compare with it, but he would not be completely suppressed.

This gave Pig Chop some confidence.

It suddenly relaxed the claw blade that was wrestling with the saw, trying to destroy the center of gravity of the King of the Strange Face Tribe.

But the King of the Strange Face Tribe also showed extraordinary combat experience. After the saw blade fell, he immediately turned around and chopped at Pork Chop again.

The two fought back and forth for several rounds, but neither could do anything to the other.

The King of the Strange Face Tribe looked at Pork Chop with a little more fear in his eyes after pushing the blade apart, and Pork Chop was also a little uneasy in his heart.

With the blessing of the ghost humanization, it could barely fight the King of the Strange Face Tribe in front of it on equal terms, but the time of the ghost humanization was limited, and it would be disadvantageous to fight for a long time, not to mention that the opponent had helpers.

His own advantage lies in equipment.

"Meow--!" Pork Chop, who had made up his mind, growled and took the initiative to pounce.

It planned to exchange its injury for its life.