Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Really charged slash!

The golden-red fighting spirit burst out, and the inscription giant sword slashed at the scarred face of the Nergigante, adding a new hideous wound with blood and flesh turned outward.

The Nergigante, which was hit hard again, took a half step back.

Ted took the opportunity to cut in front of Gordon, set up the [Light-Breaking Gun Lance], put the muzzle in front of the Nergigante's face, and pulled the trigger.

"Dragon Strike Cannon!"

"Boom boom boom"

The explosion erupted, and the hot can popped out. The power of this directional explosion was far greater than that of ordinary barrel bombs.

Under the strong impact, the Nergigante howled and leaned back.

However, the extremely developed core muscle group that ordinary monsters could not match gave it extremely amazing toughness.

It did not lose its balance because of this. Instead, it took advantage of the momentum of leaning back and swung out a claw, slamming down on the large shield that was attacking from above.

The sharp claws slashed across the shield, sending out a streak of sparks. The terrifying force that could not be completely resolved pushed Ted back a big step, but he finally maintained his defensive posture and was not broken.

The Nergigante was about to launch a series of attacks to suppress it, but Ted smiled strangely and jumped sideways, giving up the frontal attack position.

Taking advantage of Ted's attack, Gordon, who had completed the preparations for the real power slash, slashed down the big sword again.

The scales on the chest of the Nergigante were chopped off, and the segmented blade penetrated into it, tearing the hard and thick muscles like a saw.

The hot blood of the ancient dragon splashed, dyeing his armor red with a bloody smell.

But soon, the dragon blood seeped into the gaps in the armor and was absorbed by the [Mad Mark].

"Hiss--"

In the heavy breathing, two scarlet lights flashed behind the visor grille, as if a black breath was gushing and burning.

For a moment, the Nergigante felt that the person standing in front of him was not a tiny human being.

It was another stronger, more ferocious, pitch-black Nergigante.

(Artist: JR, a favorite picture)

It subconsciously jumped back and cautiously kept a distance.

"Roar--"

In the dull roar, Nergigante seemed to be observing and hesitating about something.

The hunters would not give it too much time to breathe, and rushed forward.

Facing the hunters who were about to approach, Nergigante roared again.

The thick dragon wings covered with sharp thorns spread out, and while flapping vigorously, the limbs suddenly exerted force.

It flew to a height of tens of meters in the air, and then it flapped its wings and continued to climb, and soon disappeared in the clouds that burned like dusk.

Watching the figure of Nergigante, after confirming that it had gone far away, Gordon put away his weapon and opened his mask.

"It ran away again."

"What? You still want to kill it directly?" Ted came over with his arms numbed by pain. "But this guy is indeed a trouble.

It's only been a few days? It's the third round. You've been targeted."

"Tsk, forget it for now. It's getting late. Let's collect all the bone spines and scales on the ground and go back to discuss with the professor and others to see what to do."

"Okay!"

When Gordon and the others returned to the Azure Star, it was completely dark.

It was agreed that they would return to the camp before sunset every day to avoid any accidents during the separate operations, and to facilitate timely discovery and rescue.

Gordon and Ted came back a little late today.

When the two landed on the deck, Hayata and the others were already discussing whether they should go to take a look.

"Sorry, we fought another round with the Nergigante and it took some time."

Gordon put the backpack behind him on the deck, and a pile of broken bone spines, scales, and some bloody gravel rolled out from it.

"You said that as if you just killed a giant bird." Julius came over with his hand on his forehead, "Have you all become accustomed to treating ancient dragons as ordinary monsters?"

Gordon and Ted looked at each other and shrugged.

"More or less."

"There are many ancient dragons in the New World."

"Don't be careless." The professor came over with a serious face, "Whether it is an ancient dragon or any other large monster, it is easy to get into trouble if you are careless.

Even if you are the strongest among the hunters, there are also high-ranking hunters who were knocked away and trampled to death by the big wild boar king."

The two put away their relaxed expressions and nodded.

For any hunter, similar words must have been heard many times, but the truth is the truth.

People who underestimate the enemy and are careless will not live to this day.

The professor did not continue to nag, and glanced at the people on the deck, "Just right, everyone is here.

We have collected a lot of items containing the breath of ancient dragons. Next, let's focus on disrupting operations. Julius and his team have already achieved some results."

"Oh? Brother, what did you do?" Gordon looked at the expressionless silver-haired hunter curiously, "Tell me quickly, give us some ideas!"

He is good at frontal combat and tracking traces.

But when it comes to secretly making trouble and stirring up trouble, it seems that only Anxier can be considered good among their silver-bordered ones.

Hmm. Maybe we should add Xianglan?

"Yeah."

Julius showed a smile on his calm face, "In fact, today is mainly due to Xianglan's credit. I met it when I was lurking in the lava zone."

"Wait a minute."

Gordon looked at Xianglan, who was puffing out his chest, "What's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you are just following others?"

"Nonsense!" Xianglan waved his claws angrily, "I just went to the lava zone on a whim!"

"It's not convincing, meow." Pig Chop looked at it sideways, "Logically speaking, you shouldn't go to lava fields wherever you go, meow."

"It makes sense, please explain!" Feng Ying stared at Xianglan with bright eyes.

Facing the distrustful looks of Gordon and the others, Xianglan became even more angry, "Meow! I think Yanwanglong and Yanfeilong can control each other, meow!"

"Pianlan's idea is very correct. We actually thought of it together." Julius suddenly spoke and explained for Panlan.

Feng Ying looked at him in surprise.

You two can actually still have the same thinking?

Julius continued: "Yanfeilong has a bad temper and is sensitive, which is very suitable for being exploited.

During previous operations, I discovered that Yanwangsaurus liked to rub itself in front of a raised rock wall.

So I planned to smear some bodily fluids on that rock, such as the mucus of the Minbo dragon collected by Aiden, so that it could be contaminated with the breath of other ancient dragons.

In this way, Yan Feilong may think that it has fought with other ancient dragons and become restless. "

".Do you mean this 'battle' in a literal sense?"

"?"

Everyone looked at Gordon.

"Ahem, it's nothing. You continue."

"There is a difficulty in this plan. Yanwanglong's sense of smell is also keen. How to prevent it from detecting the smell on the rock wall in advance is a big problem.

Then I came across Pandan, which offered another, more feasible plan. "

"This guy? Actually?" Feng Ying looked at Xianglan in surprise.

Xianglan puffed up her chest again, "I hung a retreat bomb on that rock wall, and rubbed some sulfur on it to cover up the smell.

Later, Yan Wanglong came over and scratched the meow's body when he scratched it, and the contents stained its mane all over. "

Xianglan said and covered her nose.

Gordon twitched his lips, already thinking about what would happen next.

"The Flame King Dragon shook its head and ran back to the nest. Then it was beaten out by the Yan Fei Dragon. Now it has no home and is wandering outside.

Meow hee hee hee! So this is what I have to do now? I am the best at this kind of thing, meow! "