Chapter 1078 The Afterglow of Molten Mountain

The Nergigante stared at Gordon for several seconds with his single eye.

It was obvious that it was suspicious.

But Gordon knew that this was not enough. If he left at this time, the Nergigante would probably turn back and continue to attack the Molten Dragon.

This guy was not nervous enough. Only when he really felt a fatal threat, he would temporarily put aside his hatred for the Molten Dragon and take the initiative to leave.

As for how to make it more nervous.

Intensify the attack!

Without waiting for the Nergigante to think more, Gordon took the initiative to attack.

Facing the powerful enemy who rushed in front of him with a big sword surrounded by red lightning, the Nergigante had to put aside his uneasiness for the time being and cheer up to wave his claws to meet the enemy.

Without the restraint and assistance of his companions, the pressure on Gordon's shoulders increased sharply.

But the more this time, the more he couldn't show his cowardice. His fighting style began to become more radical, with heavy slashes one after another, as if he was going to chop you to death here.

But the Nergigante is not the kind of rookie killer who "will be weak if you are strong". After being pushed back a few steps by Gordon's sudden attack, it roared and launched a counterattack.

With a flap of its wings, it raised its upper body and raised its left claw covered with black spikes.

Gordon, who had experience in dealing with this move, did not dodge immediately, which would give Nergigante time to adjust its movements.

It was not until the left claw of Nergigante began to swing down that he put away his weapon, rushed a few steps at full speed to the right rear side of the former's body, and then flew down.

The claw of Nergigante hit nothing, and the bone spurs that flew forward in a fan shape also failed to cover the hunter.

Gordon, who successfully avoided the attack, stood up quickly, did not waste time to adjust his position, but directly drew out the greatsword and began to charge.

He anticipated the action of Nergigante.

Because he had lost his vision in his right eye, Nergigante subconsciously turned to the right when he found that his attack had missed, in order to confirm the position and status of the hunter.

In just less than two seconds, Gordon's high-speed charging slash with his sword was completed.

Without being greedy to prepare for a more powerful real charging slash, Gordon swung down the greatsword directly.

Facing the oncoming attack, the Nergigante hastily raised its right claw and tried to use the bone spines on its forearm to block it.

However, due to fatigue, its regeneration ability was seriously reduced, and the bone spines on its right arm failed to completely harden to a black state, and a large area of ​​bone spines were destroyed under this sword.

Gordon did not intend to give the Nergigante a chance to breathe, and then swung a strong sweep, clearing the remaining bone spurs while cutting a bloody gap on the right claw of the Nergigante.

The severe pain in its right arm made the Nergigante unstable, and it quickly stretched out its hind legs to try to regain its balance, but this inadvertently involved the deep bone wound that Feng Ying had cut before evacuating.

It howled and fell to the ground.

Although he had no intention of really chopping the Nergigante to death here, Gordon knew very well that facing an opponent of this level, there was absolutely no room for holding back.

He swung the sword violently, injected Dou Qi into the sword, and then injected it back into his body, opening the beast soul possession, and at the same time completely releasing the restrictions on the essence of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The red Dou Qi filled with bloodthirsty greed gushed out.

He strode to the head of the Nergigante, raised the sword to charge, and quickly switched to the charging posture. After just a few seconds, the attack preparation was complete.

Gordon let out a roar that was not like a human, and chopped down with full firepower, landing on the top of the Nergigante's head with a knife wound.

This sword knocked the Nergigante, who was struggling to get up, back to the ground, and blood spurted out from the wound, staining Gordon's armor.

Stimulated by the smell of the ancient dragon's blood, the essence of the Tyrannosaurus Rex contained in [Greed] was further activated, and a red light appeared in the breastplate that looked like a beast's head, dragging Gordon's spirit to the edge of madness.

He roared and picked up the greatsword again, and after completing the charge at an unprecedented speed, he swung it down again.

"Ka-." It seemed to be the sound of the blade smashing the skull.

Under the visor, Gordon pulled out a twisted smile and swung the greatsword wildly, ready to kill the Nergigante right here.

Stimulated by the crisis of death, the Nergigante also burst out the last potential.

With its one eye almost covered with blood, the Nergigante turned over and stood up again despite the continuous slashes of the greatsword.

It raised its right claw and suddenly flipped forward.

Gordon, whose spirit was in a very dangerous state, was ready to use a one-shot posture to bear it and then cut back.

But at this moment, an extremely sharp sense of crisis came over him, and the tenacious spirit cultivated by fighting countless monsters for many years instantly regained clarity and calmness.

He immediately stepped back to avoid the claws, and at the same time, he held the [Epitaph] vertically in front of him, stabilized his center of gravity and entered a defensive posture.

Not long ago, on his right arm, which had just been chopped off all the thorns, some longer, sharper, and shining with colorful diamond-like glare grew from nowhere.

As the Nergigante raised its claws, these special thorns shot out.

Gordon, who was holding a sword to defend, felt like he was hit by a cannon. His defensive posture was almost broken, and he couldn't stop sliding back several meters.

Several diamond thorns shot at the sword of [Epitaph] even penetrated the sword made of a special alloy of prehistoric civilization, and finally got stuck on the sword.

One pierced his shoulder, and another almost sank into his chest.

Evolved again? !

Gordon felt the hairs on his body stand up, but at this moment, he couldn't show any weakness.

The hunter raised the big sword with several diamond thorns stuck in it again and confronted the Nergigante.

The Nergigante panted, staring at the hunter with its bloodstained one eye, roared angrily, and made a move to pounce.

But the next second, it suddenly stopped.

A certain omen of "definitely dying" rushed into its mind, and the Nergigante turned around abruptly, but did not find anything unusual.

There was no stronger enemy in sight, and the Molten Mountain Dragon was still walking forward step by step without hurrying.

It didn't know where this omen of death came from.

But Gordon knew.

He glanced at the mountains on both sides of the canyon and found that they were only a few hundred meters away from the explosion trap.

According to the length of the Molten Mountain Dragon, it was only two or three body lengths away.

The Nergigante's sight fell back on Gordon, and from the one eye, Gordon even read a hint of emotion similar to "Do you know what's going on?"

"Let's go, or you'll be buried with the Molten Mountain Dragon."

After saying this, Gordon took a few steps back, put away his greatsword and smashed down a jade to return home.

It's impossible for the Nergigante to understand human language, but he felt that this guy could understand what he meant.

After all, they have fought so many times, there should be some tacit understanding, right?

If not, die here!

Sure enough, the Nergigante also put away its fangs, and its broad and powerful black wings suddenly flapped, rushing into the sky in the howling wind.

Gordon also used the catapult to hang on the claws of the swooping Acid Pterosaur, flew off the back of the Molten Mountain Dragon, and watched the Nergigante disappear under the darkening sky in the north.

"Finally gone."

Gordon took a long breath, and then suddenly realized something, and urged the Acid Pterosaur above his head, "Fly! Fly as hard as you can!"

The Acid Pterosaur, who had long wanted to leave this dangerous battlefield, flapped its wings with all its strength without his reminder, and flew faster and faster.

It was dusk, the sun was setting, the golden red afterglow covered the earth, and also illuminated the body of the Molten Mountain Dragon.

It seemed to be bidding farewell to this majestic creature that had lived for who knows how many years.

"It's a pity that I can't let you go more peacefully." Looking at the canyon and mountains that were gradually receding, Gordon whispered to himself.

The heavy footsteps of the Molten Mountain Dragon gradually faded.

The moment the sunset fell below the horizon, a light brighter than the sun flashed in the Grand Canyon.

Ps.

It's not a break, the Molten Mountain Dragon is gone, it would be too forced to write a second battle, and it would be boring to write too much about the process battle.

The death of the Molten Mountain Dragon will change the terrain, and the degree of change is far greater than in the game (blowing up a volcano, I will talk about it in the next chapter). After all, the world line has changed a long time ago, and there will be some changes and derivatives within a reasonable range.