Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Thunder fell like a torrential rain.

The dissipated electric arc reunited into a cage-like arc under the action of the electric field, and spread towards the surroundings with the Qilin that summoned the thunder as the source.

There was no place to hide from such an attack, so the hunters had no choice but to set up large shields and weapons, enter a defensive posture, and resist the attack.

Fortunately, they have all made targeted preparations in terms of lightning resistance.

After the current washed away, the pain and numbness in the limbs was unavoidable, but in the end no one was seriously injured.

Taking advantage of the hunters' opportunity to relieve their paralysis, the Qilin, which had been so majestic a second ago, calling for a lightning storm, turned around and ran away.

With its petite body, it has amazing jumping ability. It jumped up the rock wall nearly ten meters high. After several vertical jumps, it disappeared into the intricate coral reefs of the mainland coral platform.

Ted stamped his numb feet and asked with a grin on his face: "You are running so fast, should we chase him?"

"Hey, don't chase it. There is no need for revenge. The injuries we left on it are not serious. As long as it doesn't lose its mind, it won't come back to trouble us."

Gordon chuckled and drank a bottle of recovery potion, healing the slight burns left by the electric current passing through his body.

He could feel the restlessness that was scratching his heart and liver, constantly urging him to catch up, kill the unicorn, bathe in its blood, and devour its flesh.

This impulse did not affect his judgment, but it was somewhat annoying. Gordon simply took off his mask and closed the lock set in his subconscious.

Pig Chop came over and circled around him, "You seem to be quite calm this time, meow?"

"I'm lucky. Thanks to that unicorn, I already know how to deal with this guy." Gordon patted his breastplate.

"The next step is to use time to train. Don't rush now."

"What's the solution? Let's hear it!" Az asked with a smile.

Aziz and Ted knew the problems he faced, and Gordon did not hide his secrets and told Aziz and the others about his findings and solutions.

We are all high-level hunters, and they may come in handy in the future.

After hearing Gordon's answer, the three people and the cat looked at each other in confusion, while the fish roe's face showed pure confusion. For it, these contents were a bit out of line.

Ted's eyes strangely glanced at the silent [Crazy Marks] on Gordon's body, "If you mess with it like this, won't it incur its revenge?

Don't worry if something happens to the armor in the middle of the battle, it's not a small problem. "

Gordon's expression also became a little strange, "This shouldn't happen, it's not really alive."

"Ah? Isn't that right? Didn't you say something about remnant souls yourself?"

"How to explain this?" Gordon scratched his head, "First of all, it must be clear that the Nergigante is completely dead.

The so-called remnant soul is just a convenient way to understand. It does not mean that this armor has a soul, thoughts, or even self-awareness.

There are some beings in this world, even if they have been dead for many years and are just a piece of decayed scales or a shapeless bone, they can affect or even harm the spirit of those who come into contact."

"Ahem." Alva coughed lightly and interrupted him.

This topic has already touched upon "taboo". This does not mean that Ted and Aziz are not powerful enough to have access to this, but in principle, the fewer people who know this kind of information, the better.

Gordon shut up in embarrassment, Aziz and Ted had question marks on their faces, and Alva changed the topic for him.

"The grand leader also said that the Nergigante that Gordon and the others hunted was unusual. It was very different from the Nergigant he knew. It was most likely a special individual.

The leader of the research class also proposed a hypothesis that exterminators are creatures that reproduce asexually, and their thorns are the 'spores' for their reproduction.

Therefore, after those materials are made into armor, they still have a considerable degree of vitality.

On some level, is it similar to Miss Xuanxuan's biological butterfly armor?

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the 'retaliation' proposed by Mr. Ted. Only living beings with a relatively high level of intelligence can produce such complex emotions.

What affects you should be just the remnants of ‘instinct’. "

"Well, let's put it this way, the things I heard are probably not sounds or conversations in the true sense, but more like how to describe it, a transmission of emotions and feelings?" Gordon was at a loss for words.

Alva shrugged, "It seems that those voices were probably made up by your own brain after being affected. A set of armor cannot have an 'IQ', let alone speak.

You know, it doesn't even have brain tissue, and of course, it doesn't have vocal cords.

To make a less appropriate comparison, earthworms are smarter than it, and your approach can be seen as cultivating the conditioned reflex of the earthworm, I mean cultivating [Crazy Pattern]. "

Gordon's eyes twitched.

Hearing what Alva said, he suddenly felt that the "Domineeringness of the Nergigante" suddenly dropped, and he felt that his behavior of fighting wits and courage with it, and even talking to it from time to time, was very stupid.

He is still adaptable, and he meditates and communicates. He is like an earthworm. If he communicates with a basket, he will be well-behaved if he is trained early.

"It's good to find a way, meow, so what shall we say next?" Pig Chop raised his paw and asked.

"Alva, record this area and mark it as a very high-risk area. Your guess is correct. There is something wrong with this unicorn. It is very manic and is obviously more aggressive than normal.

The three of us can naturally repel it easily, but if an immature young hunter encounters it, something might happen.

I will report this to the commander-in-chief later. I don’t know if it’s because of the ‘mysterious singing’. ”

“Understood.” Alva quickly marked a few notes on his notebook.

Gordon glanced at the surrounding area that was blown into a mess by the lightning. “There will be some blood and hair residue nearby. Let the guide insect extract the smell quickly.

If it appears near us later, we can find it in time.

The matter of Qilin will come to an end. Go back to the camp to rest. Wait for a rainy night, and we will go to the high ground to look for the ‘glowing’ guy. ”

The permafrost and snowy open space in the forest.

A huge purple shadow rushed around.

“Don’t fly around, attack! Attack that tree!” On the back of the purple wind dragon, Feng Ying manipulated the silkworm and tried to perform the “dragon-controlling skills”.

“Now, spread frost! "Feng Ying pulled the silk thread hard.

The purple wind dragon danced its wings, but before it could slap out frost, it suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground, with snow and dirt flying everywhere.

"Ah——"

The girl couldn't bear to see the baby suffer, so she covered her eyes and shouted, "Be gentle, Feng Ying! It's still young!"

"It's almost 20 meters long and still young? It only grows in height but not in brains, useless thing!" Feng Ying, who fell into the snow pile with the wind dragon, jumped up and kicked the purple wind dragon's head fiercely, looking like a devil instructor.

"How long are you going to lie down? Why don't you get up quickly? !"

"Ji Ga." The purple wind dragon got up aggrievedly.

"I told you a long time ago, don't keep slamming and bumping, frost is the foundation of your life! Are your secretory glands and wings just for show? How can you grow into a frost-winged wind dragon without more practice? !

How to return to the tribe and defeat all competitors to become the new leader? ! ”

Feng Ying scolded and taught, not caring whether the purple wind dragon could understand.

She was enjoying the feeling of preaching.

Xuan came over hesitantly, and she regretted it a little.

Feng Ying told her that Yanhuo's secret "dragon riding skills" could help Xiao Zi quickly improve various attack skills and accelerate its growth.

She believed it.

But the training process was somehow tragic.

"Come again!"

Feng Ying once again swayed the silkworm, jumped onto the purple wind dragon, and entered the dragon riding posture.

"When you can use various moves neatly under my control, it will be considered as a real practice!"

Xuan: "? ? ? "

It seems a little wrong?

ps.

Don't worry about the style of this book leaning towards fantasy.

It is official that equipment made of certain monster materials can make people crazy. My description of this setting will only be within this framework.

It won't turn into a parasitic beast.

So, it seems appropriate to use "schizophrenia" to explain the impact of this type of equipment?

It's just that this word and concept are too modern, so it doesn't appear in the text.