Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Alva's brain was running at high speed.

It is true that poison is the weakness of the steel dragon, but it is not that easy to poison a behemoth with a body length of more than 20 meters and a weight of hundreds of tons.

Sometimes it's just a little bit different.

What's more, the toxins of the Flying Dragon Sword [Moon] and the Purple Poison Lady Cat Sword come from the Golden Fire Dragon and the Purple Poison Lady respectively. To put it bluntly, both are variants of the female fire dragon, and the main components of the toxins should be similar.

As for his poisonous flying knife, the poison is quenched with the juices of poisonous mushrooms and certain highly toxic plants. Perhaps it can form a compound toxin with the poison of the female fire dragon, making it more difficult for the steel dragon to metabolize and digest it?

Well, the above nonsense is all the excuses Alva made for himself in his mind.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to find an opportunity to take a closer look and even touch the majestic creature in front of him. Of course, he had to stab it with the poisonous flying knife.

Hunters and even hunting cats are seizing this best opportunity and attacking with all their might.

No one noticed his scrivener's actions, well, even if they did, there was no time to stop him.

You can't blame others if you get hurt. As a big person, you should always be responsible for your own actions.

Alva sneaked up behind Steel Dragon, approached cautiously like a madman, then stretched out his palm with a pious face, pressed it on Steel Dragon's hind legs and rubbed it.

"Ah - these perfect muscle lines, these cold and smooth scales, are these Gu Long's legs?" The scrivener had an intoxicated expression on his face that said, "I will have no regrets in this life."

But the steel dragon is not a motionless sculpture. Even if it is dizzy, falls, and the heavy blows from the hunters make its brain dizzy, it can still struggle in the form of conditioned reflexes.

With a twitch of his hind legs, Alva was kicked to the ground, almost suffocating him.

Fortunately, Steel Dragon's movements were not large, and Fudo's clothes blocked it, otherwise it would not be impossible for him to be kicked to death in a brigade suit with little defensive capabilities.

"It's so exciting" Alva muttered, covering his chest and getting up from the ground.

Looking at the increasingly fierce struggle of Steel Dragon, he also knew that the former was about to regain his ability to move. If he continued to act randomly, it might interfere with the hunter's battle, which would not be appropriate.

Alva took a few steps back, picked up the poisonous flying knife hanging on his waist for immediate use, and threw it towards the steel dragon with all his strength.

"Hey!"

The flying knife landed on the large piece of steel armor on the steel dragon's legs, and with a "clang" sound, it was knocked away without any surprise.

With an embarrassed look on his face, Alva ran to pick up the throwing knife again, got closer, and then started throwing continuously.

There were several wounds that Hayata had made with his tachi. Those wounds were the targets he aimed at. After some effort, he finally inserted the flying knives into the wounds on the steel dragon's legs.

At this time, the steel dragon had basically regained consciousness. It shook its head, supported its body with its dragon wings, and slowly stood up.

Alva glanced at the beautiful thighs of the steel dragon regretfully, turned around and ran back to the bunker dozens of meters away.

As a Scrivener member and editor, sneaking close to the fallen steel dragon could be called "adventure", but staying next to an ancient dragon that had regained its ability to move would be completely "sending death".

The steel dragon stood up again and was very angry. It stared at the hunters, the steel armor at the tip of its nose turned orange-red, and it opened its mouth with a thunderous roar.

The broad wings that seemed to be able to cover the sky flapped, and the wind curtain that rejected everything descended again.

Gordon's jaws bulged. He looked at the steel dragon's horns that were covered with slash marks but still could not be severed. He squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "Keep the distance and continue to deal with it. It seems that the fight can only last for a long time." Fight."

The steel dragon continued to flap its wings, and a huge tornado column took shape in an instant. Driven by the magnetic field, it surrounded and crushed the hunters.

At the same time, it raised its neck and took a deep breath, which was a precursor to exhalation.

The hunters ran quickly.

The moment the wind cannon was about to spit out, the steel dragon's movements suddenly froze.

Its chest suddenly contracted, and there was a cough-like sound in its throat. The wind cannonball that had been prepared suddenly lost control and exploded, blowing the steel dragon's head back.

Those newly formed tornado pillars also collapsed and dissipated in just a few seconds.

Saliva with an unknown purple color dripped from the corner of the steel dragon's mouth, and the blood flowing from the wounds on his chest and legs also had an unhealthy purple-black color.

It's poisoned.

Hayata and the others' two consecutive rounds of attacks had actually accumulated enough toxins in the steel dragon's body.

As the steel dragon became furious, the blood carrying toxins flowed at high speed, constantly eroding its internal organs and organs.

The act of activating the magnetic field with all his strength, creating a tornado column and breathing, accelerated the effect of the toxin, making the toxin's explosion particularly violent.

Research shows that the steel dragon's horn is its main organ for generating magnetic fields and controlling airflow, but it is not the only organ.

Therefore, the steel dragon's ability to control wind will be greatly weakened without its horns, but it will not completely disappear.

But poisoning is different. The toxin corrodes the entire body of the steel dragon.

In this state, not only can it no longer create the all-repelling wind curtain and terrifying tornado column, but even flying and even ordinary walking will become much slower.

After all, its thick steel scales are too heavy. Without the assistance of magnetism and wind, it will become a burden.

Gordon felt like his emotions had been jumping back and forth between "disappointment" and "surprise" today.

When you thought you were successful, you failed, and when you were upset that you failed, you succeeded again. How many times has this happened? !

After gathering his emotions, Gordon began to give instructions loudly, "Pork chop! Let's continue to attack the head and chop off its horns! Hayata, you use pandan to attack the wound and continue to accumulate toxins!"

"Good meow!"

"clear!"

The hunters who were being driven around by the tornado column half a minute ago returned to the "undefended" steel dragon.

Without the protection of the high-pressure wind curtain, especially the dragon wind pressure, the threat of the steel dragon plummeted.

Gordon rushed straight in front of the steel dragon, drew his sword and charged up his sword at high speed, ready to go.

Although the magnetic field that controls the wind has been temporarily lost, and the physical condition has declined under the influence of toxins, the ancient dragon species is an ancient dragon species after all, and it is impossible to completely lose the ability to resist like this.

Facing Eunhyuk's slashing sword, Steel Dragon chose to fight back in the most primitive way.

It opened its huge mouth and bit back.

To be able to support the action of the extremely heavy steel armor, the steel dragon's muscle strength cannot be weak. Even in the poisoned state, the collision between the big sword and the steel teeth is just a close match.

Gordon chuckled, swung the sword again, put it on his shoulder and entered into a one-stop stance.

The steel dragon roared angrily and struck with another claw.

The sword blade and claws clashed. Gordon leaned down to resist the impact, roared and struck back with a true charge. Amidst the roar of the dragon's energy engine, the [Red Wing] sword was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Smash the steel dragon's head to the ground.

On the other side, while Gordon was firmly restraining the Steel Dragon, Hayata took Xianglan around behind the Steel Dragon, preparing to continue attacking the wound and injecting poison.

But inexplicably, he discovered that there were several poisonous flying knives stuck on the steel dragon's hind legs.

"Uh meow meow meow."

The effective throwing distance of this thing is only about ten meters, that is to say.

One person and one cat all looked at Alva who was hiding in the distance.

Noticing their gazes, Alva had a straight face and solemnly held a drawing board to write and draw, pretending that nothing happened.

Hayata's eyes twitched twice, and he ignored the matter for the time being, drawing his sword and launching an attack with all his strength.

Xianglan also pulled out the cat sword, but she muttered, "I'll complain to Miss Rania when I get back, meow."