Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Anshir was embarrassed.

After leaving the camp, he spent most of his time looking for traces of his prey. He actually fought the general sickle crab for only thirty or forty minutes, but he had already suffered many injuries.

There were also many damages on the delicate dress-style armor, which was covered with blood and dust.

The plan to use the terrain to fight guerrillas really failed. The two or three-story stone platform is not even an obstacle in front of the general sickle crab. If you insert the steel cone-like feet into the rock wall, you can climb over it as easily as walking on flat ground.

As a result, melee combat became the only option.

Fortunately, Anshir, who was used to hunting alone, knew very well how to protect himself in close encounters with monsters.

The messy wounds on his body looked serious, but in fact, most of them were flesh wounds, not real injuries.

It was necessary to change to a heavy crossbow envoy who was used to the protection of swordsmen. At this time, he might have been chopped into pieces by the pair of long knife-like sickle claws.

However, after more than half an hour, the general sickle crab was also not feeling well, and this was all thanks to adequate preparations.

A dozen or so armor-piercing grenades made the general sickle crab dizzy. The carapace on the head and chest was cracked, and a lot of them were blown away. Green body fluid seeped from the cracks and spilled everywhere.

At this time, Anshir was using shotguns against the enemy.

The shotgun with outstanding stopping effect is amazingly powerful at close range. Every time a shot is fired, the huge body of the general scythe crab will tremble twice, and the swift combo of scythe claws will be interrupted.

The reason why he can last until now is due to the shotgun.

Holding the heavy crossbow in the unfolded state in his hand, it was very inconvenient to roll over (only forward and backward). Anshir slipped and barely avoided a sweep from the general's scythe crab, but the latter's sharp claws still left a mark on his thigh. Palm-length bloody mouth.

Taking advantage of the gap in which the general's scythe crab retracted its scythe claw, Anshir quickly rolled back and pulled a distance away to replace the ore crystal nova with a new magazine.

"Are there only the last two shotgun magazines left?" Anshir pursed his chapped lips, pulled the bolt to load the shotgun, and quickly fired to force back the additional combo of the general sickle crab.

It is necessary to consider retreating, and the wound needs to be treated.

Anshir thought so, but it was really difficult to find a time to leave the battle safely.

The few paralyzing bullet magazines at the end of the armed belt are his last retreat, but he doesn't want to turn over this hole card whenever he has a chance.

Large monsters are adaptable to this kind of abnormal state, and the effect is best only when used for the first time. The second and third times, the effect time will be shortened sharply, and it may even be directly invalidated.

By then, it's really over.

Facing the general sickle crab that was charging straight at him again, Anshir slightly lowered the muzzle of his gun, and fired several shots at the former's left foot.

Shotguns swept over those almost solid sharp legs time and time again like a torrential rain, here is Anshir's key "care" target.

The heavy crossbow envoy, who was about to run out of shotguns, decided to take a gamble.

If he could use the shotguns from the last two magazines to break a few limbs and weaken the swift pace of the general scythe, then he would be able to re-open the distance and regain the initiative in the battle.

If not, they can only use paralyzing bullets to forcefully retreat.

Seeing the general sickle crab getting closer, the sparks from the shotgun hitting the carapace of the leg became more and more intensive.

Finally, a piece of shrapnel pierced through the weak joint at the end of a certain leg, half of the leg was broken in the splash of body fluid, and the movement of the general scythe crab stopped accordingly.

It worked!

Before the overjoyed Anshir had time to smile, the general scythe crab stopped approaching. Instead, it bent its legs, leaped backwards, and hung on the rock wall tens of meters away.

Snow-white foam surged in its mouth, and Anshir's face also turned pale.

This is the precursor to the torrent breath!

If Anshir had to say one advantage in close combat with General Sickle Crab, it would undoubtedly be avoiding the threat of breathing.

As long as it circles against the general's sickle crab, no matter how wide the range of the torrent breath is, it is impossible to hit him.

But once the distance between the two was opened, the range of the torrent breath became very terrifying.

At this distance, the power of the shotgun is almost nothing, and it is too late to change the magazine. There is no way to interrupt the breath preparation of the general scythe with a strong attack, and there is not even a shelter nearby!

I can only put away the heavy crossbow and take a gamble on flying?

No, it's too late! The torrent breath was already shooting towards him like a water knife.

At this time, the only thing Anshir could do was to protect his vitals with the ore crystal nova crossbow body, and at the same time, he gritted his teeth and prayed that the spirit protection effect of the stone guard would take effect and save his life.

However, at this moment, a figure as tall and broad as a door panel rushed towards him, blocking him with a vertical sword.

Gordon, who followed the pork chop all the way, arrived in time!

The high-pressure water flow enough to smash rocks swept past, and the huge impact pushed Gordon back a full two or three meters, but it didn't break his defensive posture.

The new state of the Explosive Knife Kai is naturally much stronger than the giant scissors on the verge of breaking. The high-pressure water blade that almost killed him a few days ago was successfully blocked this time!

Anshir's eyes widened, obviously not recovering.

Gordon grinned and turned his head, and said with a teasing smile, "Are you surprised? Are you moved?"

"Ah You"

As soon as Anshir opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Gordon.

He raised his chin and pointed somewhere, "Don't talk nonsense, I brought you the ammunition and threw it there, go get supplies and medicine, I'll hold it back."

With that said, Gordon swung his big sword and charged directly at the general sickle crab who had just finished exhaling.

Anshir subconsciously looked in the direction indicated by Gordon, and the pork chop was bouncing around beside the pile of magazines, waving its paws and yelling, "Meow here! Meow here!"

"Ha, you two guys"

An Xier let out a breath, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and immediately, his face became calm again, which was different from the coldness before, and at this time, his eyes had a little more confidence in his eyes.

On the other side, Gordon had already fought the General Sickle Crab.

He keenly noticed that the left leg of the general sickle crab was injured, and one of the legs was broken in half.

So, he started to circle around to the left side of the general's sickle crab, and the target of the big sword in his hand also turned to those feet that were pitted by the shotgun.

He intends to reproduce the tactics he used to hunt the daimyo shield crab last year—first scrap the lobster leg on one side of it!

"Squeal!"

The general's sickle crab screamed, and it immediately realized Gordon's intentions, and swung its sickle claws to slash at the hunter.

Gordon returned the blow without fear.

The sickle claw and Explosive Knife Gai were struck together, and the Explosive Knife Gai, which incorporates a large amount of pyroxene, has amazing hardness. When the sickle claw slashed across the blade, there was no trace left except for a stream of sparks.

However, the general's sickle crab has two sickle claws. Facing the thunderous two-knife style of the "general", Gordon, who kept waving his big sword, couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"Swoosh! Zila!"

A crossbow grazed Gordon's shoulder and accurately hit the general's scythe's face. The moment the pale golden crossbow pierced into the target's body, a bright arc exploded.

After replenishing the ammunition, Anshir's support shooting began.