Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Nergigante stared at Gordon for several seconds with one eye.

Clearly, it was suspicious.

But Gordon knew that this was not enough. If he left at this time, the Nergigante would probably turn back and continue to attack the Molten Dragon.

This guy is not nervous enough. Only when it truly feels a fatal threat can it temporarily put aside its hatred of the Lava Dragon and leave on its own initiative.

As for how to make it more tense.

Just step up your attack!

Without waiting for Nergigante to think too much, Gordon took the initiative to attack.

Facing the powerful enemy rushing towards him with a sword wreathed in red lightning, Nergigante had no choice but to put aside the uneasiness in his heart and brace himself to face the enemy with his claws.

Without the restraint and assistance of his companions, the pressure on Gordon's shoulders increased sharply.

But at times like this, he couldn't show any cowardice, and his fighting style began to become more aggressive, with heavy slashes one after another, a crazy posture like "I'm going to kill you here."

But Nergigante is not the kind of rookie killer who "is weak if you are strong". After being pushed back a few steps by Gordon's sudden attack, it roared and launched a counterattack.

The wings fluttered, and he took advantage of the situation to raise his upper body, raising his left claw covered with pitch black spines high.

Gordon, who had already experienced this move, did not dodge immediately, which would give Nergigante time to adjust its movements.

It wasn't until the Nergigante's left claw began to swing down that he put away his weapon, sprinted a few steps towards the right rear side of the former's body at full speed, and then flew down.

The Nergigante's claws missed the target, and the bone spurs that flew forward in a fan shape failed to reach the hunter.

Gordon, who successfully avoided the attack, stood up quickly. He didn't waste time adjusting his position, but directly pulled out his sword and started to accumulate power.

He anticipated Nergigante's movements.

Due to the loss of vision in his right eye, Nergigante discovered that his attack had failed and subconsciously turned to the right in order to confirm the hunter's position and status.

And in this short period of less than two seconds, Gordon's high-speed charging attack with the sword was completed.

Instead of being greedy and preparing a more powerful true charge slash, Gordon directly swung the sword.

Facing the oncoming attack, Nergigante hurriedly raised its right paw and tried to use the bone spines on its forearm to block it.

However, due to fatigue, its regeneration ability was severely reduced, and the bone spines on its right arm failed to completely harden to a black state, and a large area of ​​bone spines under the sword was destroyed.

Gordon did not intend to give Nergigante a chance to breathe, and then swung a powerful sweep to remove the remaining bone spurs and at the same time cut a bloody gash in Nergigante's right claw.

The severe pain in its right arm made the Nergigante unsteady. It quickly stretched out its hind limbs in an attempt to regain its balance, but this inadvertently involved the bone-deep wound that Feng Ying had made before evacuating.

It howled miserably and fell to the ground.

Although he had no intention of actually killing the Nergigante here, Gordon knew very well that facing an opponent of this level, there was absolutely no room for mercy.

Swinging the sword violently, the fighting energy was injected into the sword, and then poured back into the body, activating the possession of the beast soul, and at the same time completely liberating the restrictions on the essence of the Tyrannosaurus.

The red fighting spirit filled with bloodthirsty greed spurted out.

He strode to the head of the Annihilation Dragon, charged up his sword, and quickly switched charging postures. After just a few seconds, the preparations for the attack were completed.

Gordon let out an inhuman roar, and slashed down with his fully charged True Charge Slash, landing right on the head of the Nergigante Dragon's wounded head.

This sword knocked the Nergigante back to the ground as he struggled to get up. Blood spurted out from the wound and stained Gordon's armor.

Stimulated by the fishy smell of the ancient dragon's blood, the essence of the Tyrannosaurus contained in [Greed] was further activated, and the beast-head-like breastplate glowed with red light, dragging Gordon's spirit to the edge of madness.

He roared wildly and picked up the sword again. After accumulating power at an unprecedented speed, he slashed down again.

"Crack..." It seemed to be the sound of a sword blade smashing a crack into the skull.

Under the visor, Gordon pulled out a twisted smile and swung his sword wildly, preparing to deal with the Nergigante directly here.

Stimulated by the death crisis, Nergigante also unleashed its final potential.

With one eye that was almost covered in blood angrily, Nergigante endured the continuous blows from the great sword and managed to turn over and stand up again.

It raised its right paw and jerked it forward.

Gordon, who was mentally in a very dangerous state, was going to use the all-in-one stance to carry it and then cut back.

But at this moment, an extremely sharp sense of crisis struck, and the tenacity cultivated by fighting countless monsters over the years instantly regained his clarity and calmness.

He immediately stepped back to avoid the sharp claws, and at the same time held the [Epitaph] in front of him, stabilizing his center of gravity and entering a defensive posture.

Not long ago, on his right arm, which had just had all its thorns cut off, some kind of longer, sharper "adamantine thorns" that shone like diamonds grew out of nowhere.

As the Nergigante lifted its claws, these special spines shot out.

Gordon, who was defending with his sword, felt as if he had been hit by a cannon. His defensive posture was almost broken, and he couldn't help but slide back several meters.

Several diamond thorns that shot onto the surface of the [Epitaph] sword even penetrated the sword body made of a special alloy from prehistoric civilization, and finally got stuck on the sword surface.

One of them pierced his shoulder, and the other almost disappeared into his chest.

Evolved again? !

Gordon felt like the hairs all over his body were standing on end, but at this time, he couldn't show his timidity.

The hunter re-sets his sword with several diamond thorns stuck in it and confronts the Nergigante.

The Nergigante was breathing heavily, staring at the hunter with its blood-stained one eye, roaring angrily, and preparing to pounce.

But the next second, it suddenly stopped moving.

A certain omen of "definitely dying" rushed into its mind, and the Nergigante suddenly turned around, but found nothing unusual.

There was no more powerful enemy in sight, and the Molten Mountain Dragon still walked forward step by step with his unhurried and gentle look.

It didn't know where this omen of death came from.

But Gordon knew.

He glanced at the mountains on both sides of the canyon and discovered with horror that their current location was only the last few hundred meters away from the explosion trap.

Calculated based on the body length of Laoshan Dragon, it is only two or three body heights apart.

The Nergigante's gaze fell back on Gordon. From that one eye, Gordon even read the slightest emotion similar to "Do you know what's going on?"

"Let's go quickly. If you don't leave, you will be buried by Laoshan Dragon."

After saying this, Gordon took a few steps back, put away his sword and at the same time smashed a homecoming jade.

It was impossible for Nergigante to understand human language, but he felt that this guy could understand what he meant.

After all, after fighting so many times, there should still be some tacit understanding, right?

If not, just die here!

Sure enough, the Nergigante also put away its fangs, its broad and powerful black wings suddenly flapped, and it rushed into the sky amidst the howling wind.

Gordon also used the catapult to attach the claws of the swooping Acid Pterosaur, flew off the back of the Molten Dragon, and watched the Nergigante disappear under the darkening sky in the north.

"Finally gone."

Gordon took a long breath, and then suddenly realized something, and urged the acid pterosaur above his head, "Fly quickly! Fly as hard as you can!"

The Acid Pterosaur, which had long wanted to leave this dangerous battlefield, didn't need to be reminded. It flapped its wings with all its strength and flew faster and faster.

It was dusk at this time, the setting sun was setting, and the golden-red afterglow enveloped the earth and illuminated the body of the Molten Mountain Dragon.

It seemed to be a farewell to this majestic creature that had lived for who knows how many years.

"It's a pity that I can't help you walk more steadily." Gordon whispered to himself as he looked at the canyon and mountains gradually receding.

The heavy footsteps of the Lava Mountain Dragon gradually faded away.

The moment the sun sets below the horizon, a burst of light shines brighter than the sun in the Grand Canyon.

Ps.

It's not out of context. Molten Mountain Dragon is gone now. It would be too forced to write a second battle. Writing too many process battles would be boring.

The death of the Lava Dragon will change the terrain, and the degree of change is much greater than in the game (exploding a volcano, which will be discussed in the next chapter). After all, the world line has changed a long time ago, and there will be some changes and derivatives within a reasonable range.