Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Not only his companions, but also Pork Chop acted alone without him. When was the last time?

Can't remember.

This feeling of being alone in a dangerous situation with no one to trust behind you and only yourself as far as the eye can see is nerve-wracking, but it’s also exciting.

Feeling the slight acceleration of his heartbeat, Gordon chuckled, took off his filter mask and goggles, put on his helmet, and pulled down his visor.

Under the mysterious protection provided by the protective stone, the microorganisms in the miasma had lost their activity before they entered his body.

Although the pungent rancid smell in the air was still frowning, it no longer had any substantial negative impact on his body.

Moving his eyes away from the ghastly blue meat burning with phosphorus fire on the roadside, Gordon continued to follow the passage composed of the backbone and ribs of the snake king.

Finally, he came to the end of the passage.

One side was covered with all kinds of hyphae and carpets, giving it a texture like a living thing, as if a cliff that could breathe and squirm stood in front of him.

There is a crack on the cliff, and a large number of scarlet vines, which look like stripped biological muscles, hang in front of the crack, blocking the way.

"A bit disgusting." Gordon frowned and muttered to himself.

He pulled out the peeling knife and fiddled with the muscle vines twice.

The texture of this thing is not as soft as real muscle, more like a plant, but it has elasticity and toughness that plants do not have, and the surface is also covered with a layer of light red mucus.

It was like tissue fluid exuding from the muscles, with a slight smell of blood, making it difficult to tell whether it was a plant or something else.

If it were a scholar here, he would be excited to start sampling. There are no similar biological forms, and the research value is quite high.

But Gordon had no such interest. He swung the peeler and used a knife to make a few cuts, then stretched his arms into it, pushed the flesh and blood vines to both sides, and then squeezed in sideways.

It felt like being swallowed into the belly of some super giant creature and twisting forward in a narrow intestine.

An inexplicable association occurred in Gordon's mind.

Just like this, after squeezing for eight or nine meters among the flesh and blood vines, he finally crossed the obstacle and came to the other side of the cracked passage.

The moment he raised his head, Gordon felt that he must have arrived in the underworld.

The first thing that caught the eye was the pile of corpses.

This is not an exaggerated metaphor, but the corpses and bones of countless creatures, large and small, really piled up into hills.

The surrounding miasma is "alive". They cling tightly to the corpses that have not completely turned into bones, and they are constantly decomposing the rotting flesh and blood.

It was like the wind blowing through the gravel, and there was a continuous "rustling" sound in my ears, but there was no wind at all.

It was the sound of countless microorganisms invisible to the naked eye continuing to eat and decompose the corpse.

Looking up, there is a hazy blood-colored sky.

However, his reason told him that he was deep underground and it was impossible to see the sky.

Even if the miasma blurs the vision, how amazing is the scale of this underground cave?

No, now is not the time to enjoy the scenery.

Gordon took out the pocket watch Ancil gave him and took a look at it. It took him more than ten minutes to pass through the skeleton passage and the "fence" composed of flesh and blood vines. Considering the return journey, the time he had for his exploration was actually very limited and could not be wasted.

He glanced at the guide insect that led the way.

I don’t know when, these shiny little creatures changed from bright yellow to starry blue.

Perhaps it was the same as the guide bug turning red when approaching a monster. This blue light might symbolize something, but he didn't have time to guess now.

Following the guidance of the guide insect, he ran between the mountains of corpses.

Suddenly, two paralyzing dragons emerged from the corpses and jumped in front of the hunter.

Their scales are not as bright as those of their companions who live at the bottom of the valley, but have a decaying gray color. Their eyes are also covered with thick hoods, as if they have long lost their sight.

This image reminded Gordon of those Fang Pterosaurs that were eroded by the miasma.

It stands to reason that the Paralytic Dragon has already evolved the ability to coexist with the miasma. Is it because the activity of the miasma here has reached a level that they cannot adapt to?

The two paralyzed dragon monsters screamed, and Gordon felt irritated, "I don't have time to waste time with you!"

He strode forward, slashed down with his big sword, chopped off the head of one Paralyzed Thieving Dragon, then turned around and slashed horizontally, cutting the other Paralyzed Thieving Dragon in two.

The paralyzed dragon, which had been chopped in half, seemed to feel no pain at all. It used its forelimbs to support the ground, dragging the front half of its body with its internal organs flowing out, and continued to pounce.

This obviously abnormal state startled Gordon.

He quickly took half a step back, picked up his sword and slashed, splitting the "half" paralysis dragon into two vertically in the middle, and then completely killed it.

However, its corpse still seemed to be not completely dead. The broken jaws seemed to want to gnaw on something, and the limbs on the corpse were constantly scratching the ground.

"What the hell?" Gordon couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Only then did he realize that there were far more "living creatures" around than just these two.

Like these two paralyzing dragons, many monsters wrapped in miasma lay prone and walked through the mountains of corpses.

They should be alive, they can move after all.

But many of them should be dead, such as the Fang Pterosaur, which only has half of its body left, but is still moving twitchingly, and the creature further away that I couldn't identify for a moment, with only a few remaining. The muscles remain, but the skull is still opening and closing slowly.

Facing this weird scene, even Gordon's courage couldn't help but tingle all over his body.

He looked down at the shimmering protective stone on his chest.

If it weren't for the protection provided by this thing, I might have been corrupted into something similar, right?

Thinking of this, Gordon didn't dare to stay where he was. He didn't even have time to clean the blood on the sword blade. He put the sword away and continued forward, for fear of attracting the attention of these "living corpses".

Kicking away the bones blocking the way, the hunter quickened his pace.

The ground underfoot was sticky and slippery. It was mud soaked in rotten blood, and it would make a "puffing" sound when stepped on.

At this time, Gordon no longer had the excitement of exploring the unknown.

He just wants to confirm the body of Yanwanglong as soon as possible and then leave this ghost place!

Suddenly, the guide insects that formed a conspicuous path flew away, and they landed on a particularly huge corpse, and Gordon stopped.

It was a dark red corpse, and just by looking at it, one could feel a burning breath.

The body was incomplete, its abdomen was empty, and its dark yellow ribs were exposed.

The limbs and head were still relatively intact, but the originally strong muscles had disappeared, and the limbs shriveled up as if they had completely lost water, leaving only bones under the tough skin.

Gordon quickly came behind the corpse.

Sure enough, the tip of the tail was missing, and the fracture of the bone basically matched the stump of the tail they found before.

It is basically impossible to drag such a huge corpse, otherwise it will leave very obvious traces.

It seems that this is the burial place of the Yanwang Dragon. Who killed it? Who took that tail away?

A figure flashed in Gordon's mind.

——The Mistyclaw that walks around with pieces of rotting meat in its mouth.

This is just a baseless guess, but considering the bite marks on the broken tail, it is really possible that a Direnychus or Direnylon got in, bit off the body, and took the tail away.

The one who took away the tail might be the Mysticus carniosaurus, but what about the one who killed it?

With this final question in mind, Gordon continued to examine the body carefully.

Finally, he found a huge claw mark on the head of the corpse.

The claw mark was so deep that it directly tore through the mane and scales that Yanwanglong was proud of, leaving four deep marks on its skull.

At the same time, there are some fine cracks that spread along the claw marks.

"Good guy, this claw directly cracked the skull of Yanwanglong?!"