Ark Undead

Several more dull thuds followed as glue stuck to the dragon's neck and back, leaving dark marks and completely blocking the scales that could originally unfold freely.

Now, the dragon struggles to break free of the glue binding it and get to the box, which is only a dozen meters away and just a short distance from its mouth.

That's food! The deadly aroma lured it forward, and it stretched out its head.

The dragon opened its entire body, with its wings and body spreading out continuously, trying to break free of the glue binding it.

It was at this moment that Morgan seized the perfect opportunity!

"Hannah!"

Morgan shouted, his voice hoarse, and detonated the last fuse.

Hannah, whose ears were already worn out from being tormented by this giant dragon, gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and slammed the hammer onto the control panel in front of her!

"Damn it, they're here!"

Boom!

A tremendous explosion erupted from the building next to the Undead!

The mud bricks cracked and dust scattered everywhere.

The steel column hidden deep inside the cannon barrel was like a giant crossbow bolt, which suddenly shot out from the tunnel that was several meters long!

With immense force, it charged straight toward the dragon's neck!

DANG! !

The carefully polished tip of the pillar made a deafening impact the moment it touched the scales on the neck, followed by a teeth-grinding scraping sound of steel against scales.

Then came the sound of the sharp steel pillar piercing through the scales and tearing flesh apart!

The three sounds mingled together, accompanied by the dragon's mournful cry, and crashed heavily into everyone's eardrums.

"Hold!"

Hannah's face contorted in pain, and she couldn't help but let out a curse before covering her ears even harder.

This is the pneumatic pile, Morgan's biggest trump card tonight.

Unfortunately, it's impossible to launch such air pressure piles continuously.

There needs to be at least a minute or two of buffer time before it can be launched again.

Furthermore, the launch angle is fixed because the entire device is anchored to the ground. Otherwise, the launching part of the pneumatic pile would not be able to withstand such a huge impact force.

The siege weapon, once used to breach city gates, is now being used on a giant dragon.

It must be said that the effect is truly stunning.

The dragon's neck was mangled and bloody after being struck hard by the air pressure pile.

Although the air-pressure pile didn't manage to penetrate the dragon's neck and break it in two, the sheer force of the impact was enough to deter even the dragon.

The dragon head slammed to the ground, trembling, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Morgan shook her head and roared several times, which made this frail woman feel momentarily disoriented.

But when she looked at the results of her plan, she couldn't help but smile with excitement.

The Undead stood by Morgan's side the whole time, and he couldn't help but develop a strong admiration for the woman.

He has no close-combat skills, but he can do this much by borrowing the power of his surroundings. It has to be said that he is really outstanding.

But that's not enough.

"We...succeeded?"

Just as Morgan was cautiously preparing to walk over and see what the dragon looked like now, the Undead grabbed his wrist.

"Not yet, it's not over."

As soon as the Undead finished speaking, a purplish-black light suddenly shone around the giant dragon.

Stardust, mixed with dark black, sandy-like traces, gradually rose to the surface.

The dragon's claws braced against the ground, its head drooped, its neck gradually bent, and the scarlet light in its eyes grew even more intense.

Until all the purplish-black light shone into one place.

A sudden explosion!

Roar! !

A visible shockwave, mixed with dust and rocks, spread out along with the purplish-black energy!

Even the load-bearing walls of many buildings cannot withstand such an impact!

With a series of cracking sounds, the surrounding buildings were pushed aside and shattered as if they were being pushed aside by a sandcastle.

Fortunately, Morgan had an immortal nearby who used his hands to steady his body, preventing him from flying outwards.

But the Glasgow gang members around them were in a much worse situation.

They either get buried under the building or fly out and crash into other buildings.

Hannah was slammed against the wall behind her by the impact, her eyes rolled back, and the big white cat immediately fainted.

Such dragon-hunting battles are still too difficult for ordinary people.

Even just the sheer force of their presence is enough to render them incapable of fighting.

"it..."

Morgan's lips were a little pale. She had thought the dragon was almost finished, but she hadn't expected that it hadn't even been able to show its true power.

"You've done a very good job."

The undead's hoarse voice rang in Morgan's ears, and a hand rubbed her head, ruffling the hair on her head.

The Undead were surprised to find that Morgan's horns seemed to have changed position.

But Morgan was no longer paying attention to this.

She looked up at the undead beside her, dressed in gray-white armor.

"The rest is up to me."

The Undead withdrew his right hand and gripped the greatsword hanging on his back.

"Morgan, go prepare the pneumatic piles."

Upon hearing this, Morgan did not hesitate and turned to go over there, preparing to help Hannah up and prepare the pneumatic pile with her.

Now is not the time to hesitate; we can only trust the immortal and see what he can do.

The undead stepped out of the shadows and came before the dragon.

Although the wound on the dragon's neck was still bleeding, the blood that was flowing out was a purplish-black viscous fluid.

It has been confirmed that the Undead are monsters created by being fed with the Abyss.

The thick abyssal smell was exactly the same as that of a flying dragon the Undead had once encountered.

However, while that dragon still possessed its own will, this dragon...

This is an utter insult to the belief in dragons!

Lothric associates with dragons, but even they hold man-made dragons in high regard.

Not to mention that on the path leading to the ancient dragon faith, so many people revere the power of the ancient dragons.

How many dragons had he personally killed? The Undead had lost count.

But he knew that today, together with his Glasgow gang friends, he would slay another dragon!

The dragon was badly injured by the pressure column, but following its instincts, it detonated the energy hidden within its body, and the power from the abyss quickly spread throughout its body.

Once it calmed down a bit, the first thing it noticed was the food just a dozen meters away in front of it.

And, that tiny reptile blocking the way of the food.

The pain on its neck, combined with the humiliation of its brief imprisonment, made its already bloodshot eyes even more ferocious.

Unable to resist, it raised its head, its nostrils flared inward, and took a deep breath.

Then it swung downwards, opening its gaping maw!

Roar! !

A powerful impact, accompanied by a dragon's roar, shot out and, carrying the might of the dragon, crashed into the reptile blocking his way!

The immortal felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, and he took a step back before he could barely regain his balance.

But the undead can't swallow this insult.

It's been screaming since the very beginning, and the Undead couldn't hold it in any longer.

So you can yell, huh?

The Undead gripped his greatsword and pulled it down slightly.

Then, he took a step forward, carrying immense force, and delivered a powerful upward strike!

Boom!

The dragon's chin suddenly shrank back a little, and its originally open, blood-red mouth was instantly slammed shut.

The greatsword got stuck in the dragon's jaw, interrupting its roar and slightly deforming the jawbone.

The head, larger than an off-road vehicle, was slammed shut by the power of this sword strike, its mouth filled with a foul stench.

The dragon's roar was abruptly cut off by the immense force, turning into a mournful wail in the blink of an eye.

Waaah...

Weakly raising its head, Feilong felt a sharp pain and shrank its neck.

The glue on the wings on their backs had been washed away by the purplish-black energy when the abyssal power was unleashed. Now, a purple membrane was unfolding on the brand-new wings.

The dragon stretched out its thick forepaws and slammed them down on the reptile in front of it!

It's going to crush this guy! Crush this damn reptile!

Boom!

But those claws covered in scales were ultimately not smashed to the ground.