Chapter 299: Who Stole My Strike Dragon Gun!!!
As the colossal mountain charged, Jiē Jié leaped to the side of the mountain range, his wing claws gripping the mountaintop and hanging on. The moment Old Mountain Dragon passed by, he let go and pounced onto her massive body.
Jiē Jié hung onto Old Mountain Dragon’s body with his upper torso while his lower half landed on the ground. His fiery wing claws dragged across her shell, leaving behind a series of torn marks.
Compared to Old Mountain Dragon, Giant Halberd Dragon was undoubtedly agile, its two front limbs striving to damage her carapace as much as possible.
”ROAR!!!”
Old Mountain Dragon roared, her tremendous voice echoing through the mountains, causing landslides and fissures in the earth.
As the “strongest surface organism,” every movement of Old Mountain Dragon could trigger earthquakes.
The narrow mountain path couldn’t accommodate two Ultra-Large Monsters side by side. Jiē Jié hung diagonally on the mountain, his wing claws swinging left and right. When Old Mountain Dragon turned towards him, he struck her face with one claw.
This claw precisely targeted the gap in her movements, her long neck whipping to the side. Under Jiē Jié’s self-sacrificing impact, she was pressed against the adjacent mountain.
”BOOM!”
The mountain trembled, rock layers collapsed, crushed under Old Mountain Dragon’s immense weight.
Chunks of keratin were peeled off by his four claws, pinning Old Mountain Dragon against the mountain wall, temporarily unable to find a proper angle to exert force.
Just as she was about to flip her body out from under Giant Halberd Dragon and crush the mountain to escape, the pressure on her suddenly eased.
A dark blue glow seeped out from the black shadow.
”HUH!!!”
The enormous wing claws that suppressed her disappeared, replaced by a sapphire breath weapon washing over her back.
The dark red keratin shattered in the explosion, melting under the high temperature that penetrated the molecular layer, layer after layer being stripped away from her body.
Jiē Jié’s head swayed as the breath weapon slowly approached her skull along her neck.
Just like how a slow turtle can keep up with the rotation of a treadmill, Old Mountain Dragon’s actions became no longer sluggish in this critical moment.
Her arms pushed against the mountain, lifting half her body to collide with Jiē Jié’s breath weapon. Then came an Iron Mountain Lean, smashing heavily toward the side where Míng Dēng Lóng stood.
”BOOM!”
Mysterious fire erupted from Míng Dēng Lóng’s body, releasing vast amounts of energy, painting the sky with an ethereal curtain.
【Power Unleashed】
That previous Iron Mountain Lean directly triggered Power Unleashed. With the Dragon God Jade ignited, other forms could also enjoy the effects of Power Unleashed.
”Truly heavy.”
With the power of liberation, Jiē Jié slammed Old Mountain Dragon away, staggering as he rose, transforming back into Giant Halberd Dragon, more adept at close combat.
But after the battle, covered in wounds, Old Mountain Dragon had developed a wariness for further engagement.
There she was, all four legs planted firmly on the ground, her elongated neck piercing into the cracks of the earthquake. Her front claws lifted the ground, gradually drilling herself into it.
Old Mountain Dragon’s burrowing relied purely on brute strength but wasn’t slow. In the blink of an eye, only half of her body remained visible above ground when Jiē Jié flew forward and hugged her tail, starting to pull.
”Don’t run! Just let me peel some more materials!”
What started as a fierce battle began to look absurd, like Giant Halberd Dragon helping Old Mountain Dragon stuck in the ground to get pulled out.
”BOOM!”
Old Mountain Dragon’s legs sank into the crack, pushing backward little by little so her body could move forward. The keratin on her tail became the victim of this tug-of-war, ripped off by Giant Halberd Dragon’s claws, freeing her tail, allowing Old Mountain Dragon to directly burrow into the earth.
Seeing that he couldn’t stop Old Mountain Dragon from changing zones, Jiē Jié instead gathered the materials collected during the fight, using them to fill out Old Mountain Dragon’s Totem.
Old Mountain Dragon couldn’t burrow too deep or too long. Even if she reappeared, she wouldn’t be far away. He had plenty of time to find his Strike Dragon Gun.
A Strike Dragon Gun of that size, once accurately placed, would leave even the largest monsters exhausted and immobilized.
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Mountain collapses, earthquakes, and the pervasive azure flames in the sky.
The Dragon Person scholar stepped away from the observation probe mirror, ringing a small bell, launching a signal flare into the sky.
The shrill alarm echoed throughout the fortress, spreading to each mountain hollow, summoning hunters to strengthen their defenses.
”No need to hesitate, attacks by Old Mountain Dragons and Fort Crabs aren’t uncommon. People in Dongduoluma have even seen Floating Mountain Dragons flying over cities.”
”As long as it’s not a Floating Mountain Dragon, it’s fine. The Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau probably hasn’t figured it out either, but they say the commotion observed wasn’t small.”
”Ah, I hope the investigation doesn’t turn directly into an encounter battle.”
An evidently novice hunter lamented while adjusting a ballista.
Engaging in battle before fully investigating the monster is not uncommon.
Hunters often find it hard to expect efficiency from the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau.
Aside from the bureau itself being lackluster, there are also limitations in intelligence transmission.
By the time the information reaches each fortress, there might already be a fortress under attack.
”You don’t need to be afraid, you just need to operate the military equipment; it’s easy.”
An experienced hunter wearing Old Mountain Dragon armor, holding a large explosive barrel, passed by the rookie ballista operator.
Hunters who dare to stand before an Old Mountain Dragon are few and far between in all of Dongduoluma, but if attacking from afar with a ballista, there are far more hunters than fortress cannons in Dongduoluma.
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In reality, the Ancient Dragon Observation Bureau wasn’t entirely lackluster this time. The tardy probe mirror managed to capture the fleeting glimpse of a black dragon.
Why fleeting? Because that black dragon quickly retreated behind the mountains, escaping the probe mirror’s observation.
As they focused intently on that area, the massive four-winged Fire Dragon had already flown away from the blind spot of the probe mirror.
The Ancient Dragon Observation Ship ascended, approaching that region, only to see shattered land beyond the mountains.
The state of heightened alert couldn’t end yet.
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As the remaining daylight faded, night enveloped the mountain ranges.
Jiē Jié looked down at the earth, seeing torches forming a continuous line on the fortresses.
Looking into the distance, all nearby fortresses had entered a state of high alert. Was it because of the loud noise from his battle with Old Mountain Dragon?
Jiē Jié didn’t give much thought to these fortified towns, choosing instead to fly proudly overhead, showcasing the proud form of a Male Fire Dragon.
Wanna catch me? Dream on!
After spending some time, he found the position where he had embedded his Strike Dragon Gun.
However, the Strike Dragon Gun, whose handle was previously visible above the ground, was nowhere to be seen.
”What?! Where’s my Strike Dragon Gun!!!”
Jiē Jié landed heavily from the air, his claws crushing the ground, wondering if he had gotten lost and mistaken the location.
But the deep hole left by the insertion of the Strike Dragon Gun did not deceive him.
The Strike Dragon Gun, which he had torn from the Fēng Shān Márón – Ship, specially designed for Peak Mountain Dragons, was gone.
And among those who might steal a Strike Dragon Gun… Could there really be a Giant Halberd Dragon active around here?
Or perhaps, did humans discover his Strike Dragon Gun and take it? It still had the “Investigation Record of Radiant Black Dragon” tied to it.
Jiē Jié began looking around, searching for clues left by the thief.
He didn’t find any traces of horse tracks or heavy oil, but there was certainly no shortage of spider silk.
He tugged on these resilient golden “spider silks,” falling into deep thought.
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