Chapter 793 Takeoff

Hayata, lying on the top of the ancient building ruins, gently moved the joints of his limbs.

Looking at the completely enraged Black Flame King chasing after Pig Chop, Hayata adjusted his breathing and said in a low voice: "Xianglan, it's coming."

"Meow——"

Xianglan, lying next to Hayata, rubbed her face and pulled out the slender cat sword.

It was definitely not unwilling or timid, it just felt that jumping on the back of a monster like the Black Flame King was a little dangerous.

But Hayata was ready to jump, it had to jump anyway!

Pig Chop, who had been running all the way, had arrived in front of the ancient building ruins. There were solid brick floors here, and it couldn't drill down even if it wanted to, so it started to turn around in place, pretending to be pitiful with no way to escape.

The Black Flame King followed closely behind and let out a long roar that seemed to be carefree. It flapped its wings and rushed into the air, and then dived down again.

Rather than burning the pork chop into charcoal with its breath, it obviously wanted to tear it apart with its claws.

Facing the swooping ferocious fire dragon, the pork chop first stayed in place for a few seconds.

Seeing that the speed of the Black Flame King's dive was getting faster and faster, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer, it suddenly turned and ran to the ruins brick wall not far behind it, climbing up with all four limbs.

It wanted to lead the Black Flame King to hit the wall first.

But even if the Black Flame King was blinded by anger, it would not dive at full speed and hit himself against the wall to death just to catch a cat.

After noticing the action of the pork chop, it nimbly raised its body, flapped its wings to slow down, and changed its diving posture in a blink of an eye, and stretched out its claws forward to grab the pork chop hanging on the wall of the ruins.

The dragon claws grabbed, and at the moment when the poisoned claws were about to grab it, the pork chop suddenly let go of its limbs that were scratching the wall and slipped down from the gap between the claws of the Black Flame King.

The pork chop landed safely, and the Black Flame King missed it, but there were several deep claw marks on the ancient building ruins that had existed for who knows how many years.

The attack failed again, and the Black Flame King was furious. He flapped his wings in the air to maintain his flying posture, and was about to stretch out his claws to grab the target again.

Two figures, one big and one small, jumped down from the top of the ruins above his head and landed on his back.

The location of this "jumping platform" was well chosen. Facing the Black Flame King flying two or three meters above the ground, they could just jump onto his back, with a drop of about one meter.

This made Hayata and Xianglan very stable when they landed on the back of the Black Flame King.

Realizing that something had landed on his back, the Black Flame King instantly became agitated.

Any creature that can fly in the air will be wary of touches from behind. This is engraved in instinct, because the one with a higher position has always won in the air competition, and the predator's attack is also from top to bottom.

The Black Flame King subconsciously flapped its wings and swung its huge tail, trying to use its wing bones and the huge tail covered with bone thorns to attack the enemy on its back.

However, its body structure determined that such an attack would not work, and it could not touch the hunter and Elu lying on its back at all.

So, it began to swing its body more violently, shaking and tumbling, like an angry bull.

Hayata tightly grasped the edge of the Black Flame King's back carapace and held herself firmly on the monster's back.

She didn't even dare to pull out the knife now, because the strength of a single hand was not enough to fix herself in such a fierce struggle.

Xianglan stretched out all four claws and pushed herself between the two triangular carapaces.

Elu didn't have long and powerful fingers like humans, and the sharpness of the cat's claws was not enough to buckle into the Black Flame King's carapace. If it wanted to avoid being thrown out by the Black Flame King, it could only fix itself in this funny way.

Pork Chop and Gordon, who had just caught up, watched the Black Flame King tossing back and forth in the air, feeling a little worried, but unable to help.

Finally, the Black Flame King was a little tired, and it resumed its normal flying posture, with sparks and flames from its mouth and nose gushing out with heavy breathing.

Seeing this, Hayata immediately pulled out the peeling knife, aimed at the gap in the shell that he had long been eyeing, and stabbed it fiercely.

"Ouch!"

The Black Flame King let out a painful roar.

This knife may not cause any substantial damage, but the pain is extremely strong.

Hayata stabbed again and again, and Xianglan also raised the long needle-like Sakura Fire Dragon Cat Sword and poked deep into the gap in the Black Flame King's carapace.

They chose the places where the meridians are concentrated or the bone gaps are sensitive to pain, in order to make the Black Flame King feel enough pain to cause muscle spasms.

The Black Flame King, who was in unbearable pain on his back, rolled and flew again and struggled.

Hayata and Xianglan quickly held their weapons in their mouths and tried their best to hold on to themselves. The Black Flame King was already several meters above the ground. If he was thrown away and fell, the scene would not be very good.

"Roar!"

The Black Flame King howled again, and his wings, which were wider and more powerful than those of ordinary male fire dragons, flapped violently. His body weighing dozens of tons suddenly rushed into the sky at a nearly vertical angle.

"Fuck!" Gordon opened his mouth wide and exclaimed.

If Hayata and the others were thrown down at the previous height, they would be seriously injured. If they fell down again now, they would probably fall all over the ground.

Taking a step and desperately chasing after him, Gordon began to regret it. Knowing that the Black Flame King was the real "King of the Sky", he should not have agreed to Hayata to take this risk.

The Black Flame King didn't fly far. When it reached a height of several hundred meters, it turned and began to dive. It was obvious that it wanted to rely on the inertia of the sudden pull after the dive to throw the guys on its back off.

Hayata on the dragon's back was also a little panicked, but panicking at this time was useless. She could only hold on tightly and keep her body as close to the back of the Black Flame King as possible.

"!!!"

Xianglan's limbs were shaking, but at this time she could only use all her strength to support herself.

Hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters from the ground

Just as it was about to hit the ground, the Black Flame King "swish!" spread its wings and its speed dropped sharply. Under the huge inertia, Hayata's one hand could not hold on and slipped from the edge of the Black Flame King's shell.

Seeing that the other hand was about to fail and was about to be thrown out completely, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the peeling knife, and chiseled it hard at any gap in the shell.

Her original intention was just to create an extra fixed point for easy grip, but the knife seemed to have hit an important position at the junction of the Black Flame King's shoulder and neck.

Unbearable pain came, and the Black Flame King, who was fluttering his wings wildly and successfully changing his diving posture just before hitting the bottom, froze.

The coordinated movements suddenly became scattered, and the balance in flight was also destroyed.

Its wings and hind legs were tossing around randomly, and the Black Flame King, who had lost the subsequent lift, fell to the ground headfirst.

The moment before the Black Flame King landed, Hayata and Xianglan let go in time. They adjusted their posture and landed. Although they were still a little shocked, they were not injured.

Running wildly, when Hayata climbed up from the ground, there was still a look of surprise on his face, "I'm still alive?"

Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he raised his sword and looked at the struggling Black Flame King with a grim smile.