After more than three hundred simulations, Dafflin finally discovered the Tyrant Dragon's weakness.
It was the back of its neck.
Its two forelimbs could not reach it, and even if it turned its head, it could not bite him.
It was also a fatal spot.
As long as he climbed up along its body, all it could do was roll around on the ground to shake him off.
Yet because of its enormous size, rolling on the ground would leave gaps.
Those became his hiding places.
Punches and kicks, then slashes with knives and chops with axes, and finally chainsaws and drills.
After another hundred-odd simulations...
The Tyrant Dragon died.
"Ha ha, ha ha, I succeeded!" Dafflin cried in wild delight.
He wanted to record it and show that woman. He could break the prophecy of the future!
He could do it!
With great effort, he cut off one of the Tyrant Dragon's teeth. He would use it to prove that he had defeated it.
Then he drove off in high spirits to find that shelter.
He drove very fast.
In just over an hour, he reached the shelter beneath the cliff.
The moment he saw it, he froze.
Because three Tyrant Dragons were there, feasting heartily...
Dafflin heard a voice in his head mocking him: "Surprised? Didn't expect that, did you?"
In front of several exits of the shelter, blood was everywhere, and corpses lay piled atop one another.
He carefully scanned the area and saw a familiar car...
He should not have told her to go to this shelter.
Yet another thought arose in his heart. Even if he had sent her somewhere else, the Tyrant Dragons would have followed.
He had brought misfortune upon her.
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