After a lot of indiscriminate bombing, on the rocky ground that looked messy, seventeen humans surrounded the powerful creature entrenched on a huge strange rock in a seemingly loose, but actually quite tight formation.
This is a creature that is seriously injured and on the verge of death. On its back, the black wings that originally allowed it to soar into the sky are spread out. One of the wing bones is broken, and the other large wing is also in ruins.
, it has lost its ability to fly.
However, the injury to its wings was only painful to it, not fatal. What put it in a near-death situation was the bullet that entered its skull and blinded one of its eyes.
But even so, this four-legged and two-winged creature still maintains a very strong combat power. It looks down from a high position on these humble microorganisms that besiege it through various external objects, with disdain in its eyes.
Even though it was about to be defeated, its eyes did not change, because it felt that it was not its fault, but that these despicable creatures in front of it were too cunning and treacherous.
This is what Muria saw when his consciousness revived, and unfortunately, his consciousness was the creature in the worst condition present.
Muria felt the extreme unwillingness and anger, but still maintained an arrogant and complex mentality. When he looked at the enemy who had put his reincarnated body into such a situation, the Titan who had an unexpected reincarnation couldn't help but cursed,
"waste!"
"Huh?" The creature whose consciousness was on the verge of death after being hit hard many times on its body's fatal vitals couldn't help but be a little stunned, and suddenly became curious, "What are you? Why can your voice ring in my mind?"
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"Who am I? I am you," Muria looked at the state of his reincarnated body and couldn't help laughing angrily. He was so angry, "but you are not me. Now, stand down,
Everything that's left will be taken over by me."
"As expected of an ancient dragon species, it is only in its juvenile form, but it possesses such terrifying vitality. A bullet capable of detonating a tank has penetrated into the brain, and yet it is still alive."
The young man wearing a special exoskeleton armor, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, looked at the young dragon entrenched on the rocks, looking down at them with extremely arrogant eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.
"This kind of monster has no real weaknesses at all. Its brain has been penetrated and its heart has been smashed, but it can still fight."
"But it's about as good as it gets now. Don't give it time to recover and continue attacking. Its vitality is also limited, and we can wear it to death."
In the battle channel, steady voices sounded one after another. Although they have stronger bodies than ordinary people and have the most sophisticated weapons and equipment, wanting to slay a dragon is the same as walking on a blade, even if it is just
A young dragon that was just born.
"It's hard to imagine what we should do to deal with such a monster if it reaches adulthood. We humans probably can't kill it."
"An adult dragon? It is indeed difficult to deal with it, but don't forget the weapons that we humans possess that have been classified as taboo."
"Okay, stop chatting and continue attacking. The dragon's recovery ability can be very abnormal!"
Bang!
There was another thunderous gunshot, a spell bullet that could shatter a fortress, dragging a bullet mark clearly visible to the naked eye in the air, and then hit a huge rock, causing rocks to fly.
"Gan, why is it so wrong?"
The sniper who was crawling a thousand meters away raised his head in astonishment, then lowered his head again and put his eyes in front of the scope. After careful observation, he found that the impact point of this bullet was not consistent with the aiming point before he pulled the trigger.
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"What's going on?" A steady voice sounded in the sniper's tactical earbuds.
"As you can see, my shot missed. But you know, I can't make such a big mistake. I can't miss such a big target!"
"So, it's the dragon's problem?"
"It deflected my sniper!"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Attention! There is a problem with Gu Long, please avoid it."
"Well! It's already like this, how can you still struggle?"
Under the attention of many humans, the black-scaled young dragon entrenched on the rocks slowly closed his only eye. When he opened it again, the original dark pupils turned into gold, and at the same time, he felt helpless.
The breath of words fills the air.
"What's going on with this dragon? I feel like he's completely different from before."
A girl wearing exoskeleton armor looked at the golden vertical pupils of the young dragon through the tactical eyepiece, and couldn't help but take a step back unconsciously.
"I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like there's something in the air, and my body becomes very heavy."
"It feels right. I also feel like something is pressing on me."
"Something is not right." The face of the blond young man in charge of directing this battle changed slightly. Although the detection data on the tactical goggles did not change at all, his sixth sense as a creature was frantically warning him.
"attack!"
As the order was given, the roar of firearms resounded throughout the rocky ground, because the firearms used by this group of dragon hunters were tailor-made, and were different from ordinary firearms. Every bullet they fired,
They're all like cannons being ejected from the chamber.
However, what shocked this group of dragon hunters was that most of their violent shots failed to hit the baby dragon, which was obviously already struggling to survive.
Even if a small number of them hit the target, they only hit non-fatal vital points and were innocuous at all. When they put down their firearms amidst the shouts of "stop attacking", a scene that frightened them appeared.
"Are you scared now? How dare a group of rookies with such psychological quality come out to hunt dragons?"
Muria, who had dodged most of the attacks with extraordinary speed, was squatting on another stone, looking at these dragon hunters indifferently with a pair of golden vertical pupils.
The moment his consciousness awakens, Muria can use the power of his true self and even release his true self, but he is not that stupid yet.
He knew very well where he was now. There would definitely be gods, and there would most likely be a world where epics existed. If he showed up rashly, he would be seeking death.
So Muria decided to rely on his reincarnated body to walk in this special cluster world for the time being. Now, he had to let his reincarnated body survive first.
When he regained consciousness and took over the body, he understood how bad the condition of the body was. The brain and heart were damaged, and the vital organs were all so damaged, not to mention the damage to the internal organs and the body.
Fortunately, he was a dragon, so when he regained consciousness, he still had his last breath left. If it were any other creature, he would have been completely cold.
Therefore, when Muria regained consciousness and showed off his movements with an epic battle consciousness, he began to think about how to restore this dragon body that seemed to have just been born.
The dragon's stomach was empty, with no food left, which meant there was no energy reserve. It could be said that this dragon was in quite a miserable condition.
There were only various hard rocks around, and there were no special high-energy substances. So, Muria's eyes fell on the wings that were temporarily useless due to breakage.
So, under the shocked gazes of many dragon hunters, the young dragon they were about to hunt turned his head after dodging the attack, tore off his broken wing, held it in his mouth, and then chewed it.
Break it into pieces and swallow it quickly.
"Is this dragon eating itself? This is too cruel!" After seeing the young dragon swallowing its wings whole after a few bites, a dragon hunter wearing skeletal armor and unable to see his face slowly backed away.
, his voice was clear and he seemed very young.
"Its injuries are healing, hurry up, keep attacking, don't give it a chance." A voice that couldn't suppress shock and a hint of fear sounded.
All the dragon hunters looked at the almost-exploded chest of this creature that was two times larger than a four-tusked mammoth. The broken bones began to connect, and the smashed heart began to regenerate... Then, the roar of firearms sounded again.
"Too slow!" Just relying on the dynamic vision of the young dragon body, Muria quickly dodged all attacks that might affect his combat power.
"There are no false moves at all. All attacks can be predicted in advance. To this extent..."
Muria just wanted to criticize a few words, but considering that before he regained consciousness, it was a genuine baby dragon, and being beaten like this seemed to be a clean-up.
Moreover, his consciousness had just awakened, and he seemed to have cursed himself with the "trash" he cursed, because the young dragon's consciousness was, after all, derived from his soul, and could be regarded as
It's his split personality.
"Stop shooting, everyone, form the dragon hunting formation, we will fight it in close combat!"
After nearly a minute of attack, after discovering that it was impossible to prevent Muria from recovering from her injuries, the person responsible for leading the dragon-hunting operation issued another order.
Then he set an example and took off several metal tubes from his exoskeleton armor, connected them together, and turned them into a dragon hunting spear. The dragon hunters wearing exoskeleton armor around him followed suit and took out the equipment on the armor.
Melee weapons.
"Fight melee? Hey, that's interesting."
After swallowing one wing, Muria turned around and pulled off the other wing and continued eating. When high-energy substances could not be found to replenish, eating the temporarily useless body was also a good choice.
"die!"
Blue flames shot out from the exoskeleton armor, and a dragon slayer holding a two-handed sword nearly 1.5 meters quickly stepped forward and stabbed Muria's unhealed heart.
Close combat with ancient dragons is the lowest form of combat. It is a combat method that has been abandoned in today's era, but under the current situation, they have no choice.