Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon looked back.

The moment his eyes met the monster, he knew that he couldn't escape.

He stopped and turned around, holding the hilt of the sword hanging diagonally behind his back, calming down.

By the light of the rising sun peeking over the horizon, Gordon was able to see the monster in full view.

The big curved horns, the thick limbs, the sharp bone spines all over the body, and most importantly, the violent malice that destroys everything.

All this allowed him to immediately confirm the identity of the attacker.

"Nerukigat (Nergigante)."

The other three also stopped.

Anyone could feel the boiling killing intent emanating from that monster.

A person with two legs can never outrun a person with four legs, and even a person with four legs can never outrun a person with four legs and an extra pair of wings.

After knowing the opponent's attack intention, the hunters were ready for battle.

Since there is no way to escape, there is no need to escape over there.

"Attack!" Gordon shouted and launched a charge.

Facing the opponent who dared to charge towards him, the Nergigante opened its mouth and let out a ferocious roar that shook the entire mountain range.

The huge noise affected the actions of the hunters. Xianglan immediately took down the huge musical instrument hanging behind her, played it vigorously, waved her small fan, and danced motivatingly.

Its behavior seemed strange, but as the music melody spread, the effect of the roar was offset, and the hunters felt a kind of "excitement" from the inside out.

Negative emotions such as worry, fear, and uneasiness were also dispelled in an instant, and even the spirit became focused.

Taking advantage of the "courage" accumulated in the previous fight with the Explosive Scale Dragon, Gordon directly entered the state of courage.

The grand leader calls Nergigante the "ancient dragon killer". There is no doubt that it is a formidable enemy in an absolute sense.

There is no room for easy testing.

Gordon had a hunch that if he didn't show his strongest form from the beginning, it wouldn't be surprising to be seriously injured or even killed directly at the moment of contact.

Noticing the change in Gordon's aura, Hayata immediately entered a state of courage, and the charging speed suddenly reached a higher level.

The two of them spread out, with Gordon rushing straight towards the front of the Nergigante, while Hayata took a circuitous route, trying to approach from the side and behind.

Perhaps because of the influence of the Tyrannosaurus essence brought by the [Greed] suit, the Nergigante's eyes were firmly fixed on Gordon.

Facing the great swordsman who was about to rush in front of him, Nergigante took the first step and raised his sharp claws that could leave deep scars on the skull of the ancient dragon species, and slapped Gordon down.

"So fast!"

Gordon quickly adjusted his pace and slid sideways.

Nergigante's attacks are nothing fancy, rough and direct.

The swing of the claw driven by the powerful muscle power was so fast that it was shocking. It was obviously the most ordinary blow, but it showed frightening power.

The basalt ground, which could hardly leave a mark even with ordinary swords, was not much stronger than mud in front of this sharp claw, and a large pit full of cracks was torn open.

Gordon slipped in time to avoid the blow, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, subsequent attacks came one after another.

What came face to face was the wide bloody mouth full of sharp teeth. The distance to dodge by sliding was definitely not enough. Gordon had no other choice and flew forward and rolled.

"Click!" The sound of clenching the gums can almost deafen people.

Gordon could even feel a strong gust of wind blowing behind him. A simple bite action could actually cause waves of air. How ridiculous was this guy's bite force?

Is this the "ancient dragon killer" who hunts ancient dragons with his body?

Gordon dived under Nergigante and stood up to strike. The great sword of the inscription passed over the former's chest, leaving a long and narrow knife mark.

Fortunately, the inscription sword was sharp enough to break through the opponent's defense.

If even the purple Zanmi blade couldn't cut through the Nergigante's scales, then there would be no need to fight this battle.

There was a relatively safe position under the monster. Gordon, who had completed the stand-up attack, was about to continue attacking with his sword, but found that the muscles in the Nergigante's chest and abdomen were tense.

The strong sense of crisis caused him to immediately stop attacking and put up his sword into a defensive posture.

Almost at the moment he put away his sword to block, the Nergigante leaped up.

Just like a hedgehog, its chest and abdomen not covered with thorns are its weaknesses. The Nergigante is obviously unwilling to have an opponent get under it and jumps away as soon as it feels a little pain.

At the same time, he did not forget to swing his giant mace-like tail and sweep it towards the hunter beneath him.

"Ziga——!"

The dark bone spines scratched a streak of sparks on the sword surface, and the powerful impact that could not be resolved forced Gordon to jump back and take a big step to relieve his strength.

This is just a sweep at the same time as taking off.

Excluding those super-giant ancient dragons outside the specifications, in terms of physical strength, the only thing that can compare with this guy is the "all-killing demon" deep in the desert that he has never defeated.

Even the Angry Tyrannosaurus was slightly inferior.

There was a slight sound of breaking wind behind him, but Gordon did not hide because he knew it was not an attack.

The support crossbow shells filled with red potion exploded on his body. As the liquid penetrated into the gaps in the armor and was absorbed by the skin, Gordon felt his muscles heat up slightly and his strength increased slightly.

This is the effect of ghost bombs.

In the distance, Gale, who had shot Gordon, moved his crosshair to Hayata, who was charging towards the Nergigante.

In this battle, she positioned herself as a "doper".

I just happened to bring a lot of recovery bombs and ghost bombs.

Hayata, who was also sprayed with red liquid, her charging speed reached a new level. She quickly cut into the right side of the Nergigante's body, swung her sword and launched an offensive.

Nergigante turned around and struck out with a claw, but Hayata avoided it at all costs.

Having witnessed the brief confrontation between Gordon and Nergigante, she knew how fast the latter was moving. After avoiding the attack, she did not fight back with an edge as usual, but immediately rolled on the spot.

Sure enough, in the next second, the giant mace-like tail of the Nergigante hit the spot where she had just stood.

Taking advantage of Nergigante's attention being attracted by Hayata, Gordon roared and rushed closer, taking over the main vanguard position again.

He quickly came to the side of the Nergigante's head and used the force of his charge to step forward and carry his sword, completing the accumulation of strength in a very short period of time.

It didn't seem like he was accumulating power, but rather like he was slightly slower when drawing his sword to strike.

This is a high-speed charged-up sword draw that can only be performed in a state of courage and with extreme concentration.

The great sword with the inscription carried considerable power and slashed towards the side of the Nergigante's neck.

However, this short period of energy accumulation, even less than a second, gave the Nergigante time to react. It turned its head suddenly, and when it returned its sight to the sword user, it raised the big horn on one side and moved the big sword user. The sword blocks.

"Click!"

The great sword clashed with the great curved horn.

The purple flavor-cutting blade, which represents the highest level of human craftsmanship, only made an inconspicuous crack on the big curled horn.

For that huge horn with a diameter of more than one meter, this is not worth mentioning at all.

The confrontation between the sword and the horn lasted only a very short moment.

The Nergigante raised its giant horn again, and Gordon, who was incomparable to it in terms of size and muscle strength, was pushed back several steps.

Before he could gain a firm footing, the Nergigante's claws, still stained with the blood of the Explosive Scale Dragon, had already swung down.