Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

While the four Silver Edges were suppressing the Black Dragon head-on, the others were not idle either.

Gale and Oshura, whose fighting styles were quite similar in some ways, completely abandoned the most critical long-range advantage of the archers and moved close to the Black Dragon.

Everything else was unimportant.

They only had one thing to do now, which was to shoot as many crossbow bullets as possible into the Black Dragon's vulnerable chest and abdomen after losing its outer armor!

Even Aiden and Julius, who were responsible for guerrilla warfare, came to the front.

Poured a bottle of dark purple Chaos Blade Medicine on the [Red Dragon Tearing Fang], Aiden took a deep breath, rushed to the side of the Black Dragon's head, and swift and sharp slashes broke out continuously.

Sword Dance!

Julius also turned on the ghost humanization, and the weapons in the hands of the two almost turned into a blurry ball of light, slashing at the target like a storm.

"Try this meow!"

Pork Chop held a conical rocket bomb, and scratched it with his claws, lighting the fuse.

With a sharp whistle, the rocket bomb dragged a long tail flame into the wound on the side of the black dragon, causing a violent explosion from the inside.

Babaka pushed a mini mobile cannon from somewhere, screaming and firing at the black dragon.

Compared with the two of them, the methods of Sandstone and Mushroom seemed much more "simple".

Sandstone, who had a calm personality, was very excited at this time.

The purpose of leaving his hometown was to challenge stronger monsters and pursue the peak of martial arts.

Is there a better opponent in the world than the black dragon?

"Meow!"

Swinging the heavy protective shield in his hand, it hit the black dragon's toes heavily. It didn't matter if the effect was not obvious. It put all its strength and hit it one after another.

It looked like a crazy posture that would not stop until this toe was broken.

Mushroom, carrying the plundering knife, climbed onto the back of the black dragon along its hind legs, and crawled towards the head of the black dragon.

Feng Ying had said before that she wanted to take off the evil eye of the black dragon.

Then I have to try my best today, meow!

Even Xianglan pulled out the long-unused cat sword, came to the tip of the black dragon's tail, and stabbed it fiercely a few times.

Under the siege of the crowd, the black dragon looked more and more embarrassed.

According to its original plan, it was prepared to respond conservatively, continue to accumulate energy, and then use the fire again to burn these damn insects into ashes in one breath.

But according to the current momentum, if I don't do something, I'm afraid I will really be bitten to death by these insects.

Before, it just felt strange and didn't care too much, but now think about it.

Why did something with the breath of those two guys fall into the hands of these tiny two-legged creatures?

Could it be that

In its long and long life, it felt some strange emotions for the first time.

That was fear.

But this trace of fear only existed for a very short moment, and was burned out by the blazing anger.

The black dragon roared and turned its body, and its slender and powerful tail swept around it, forcing the besieging hunters to retreat.

Feng Ying threw up her shield and withstood the tail attack. Just as she was about to continue her attack, she saw the black dragon standing up.

There was a glow of heat from the gaps in the shell and the wounds all over his body, and the temperature around him rose a lot.

Feng Ying and Hayata subconsciously retreated and pulled some distance away from the black dragon, but were surprised to find that Gordon not only did not retreat, but took a few steps forward.

He got close to the black dragon's chest, raised his sword, and entered a charging posture.

Hayata stretched out his hand in panic and was about to shout something.

The black dragon had already lowered its head, and the blazing dragon flames gushed out of its mouth, fell on the ground, and turned into rolling heat waves that swept around.

Gordon could feel that the high temperature was penetrating through the protection of the armor and penetrating into it, and his skin was instantly severely burned. Perhaps it would be completely charred in a few seconds.

By then, he would be completely dead.

But his perception of pain and everything around him seemed to be completely blocked.

Hesitation? Fear? And any other unnecessary emotions, they did not exist in his mind.

Taking advantage of the impact of the flame wave, the power accumulation preparation was completed instantly.

In a silent roar, the [Dragon Strike] sword cut through the flame wave and slashed heavily on the black dragon's chest.

Under the high temperature from inside to outside, the scales and flesh on the black dragon's chest were as fragile as a piece of paper, which also made Gordon's attack deeper than ever before.

The soft touch transmitted back along the hilt made him realize that he seemed to have cut through some of the black dragon's internal organs.

The continuous exhalation was interrupted, and the black dragon trembled all over and fell heavily to the ground.

Gordon pulled out the sword with force, and with the blade, the spurting dragon blood splashed all over his body, and was absorbed by [Crazy Mark] at an unprecedented speed.

The burnt red skin was almost stuck to the hot armor, and the injuries that would not be surprising if ordinary people died on the spot were mostly recovered in a very short time.

Even with the [Crazy Mark], this recovery speed is definitely abnormal.

But Gordon had no time to think about this at this time.

The powerful attack was interrupted, and the black dragon was seriously injured and fell to the ground, but it was not dead yet.

Gordon took a step and came to the head of the black dragon. His armor was "sizzling" and emitting scorching heat waves, but he seemed to feel nothing at all.

He bit the strange power pill in his mouth and crushed it. As his blood and qi surged, he swung the sword horizontally, stirred up his fighting spirit, and activated the beast soul possession.

Seeing that Gordon could still move normally, the panic in Hayata's eyes disappeared, replaced by a trace of worry.

But now is not the time to dwell on those things. She exhaled lightly to dispel the distracting thoughts in her mind, and also came to the black dragon head, sheathing her sword and gathering her strength.

As for Feng Ying, she thought even less.

Seeing Gordon chopped the black dragon to pieces while breathing, and then he could move freely without any abnormality.

After shouting "Master Gordon is the best in the world!", she also rushed to the black dragon head.

Drawing out the sword and the big shield, and combining them into a giant axe, Feng Ying activated the [Dragon Pattern] again, and the red dragon armor was fully awakened.

As the mask fell, her temperament also changed. The previous joy and excitement disappeared, replaced by a creepy coldness and greed.

"Die!"

Driven by the endless desire for life energy, the giant axe surrounded by red lightning smashed down with a fierce momentum to chop off the black dragon's head in one breath.

"Crack--"

The teeth-grinding sound of bone armor breaking became one piece.

At the moment the giant axe fell, Hayata, who had refined and condensed the sword energy to the limit, opened her eyes.

The blade popped out of the scabbard.

It was difficult for the naked eye to capture her movements. It seemed that the blade had returned to the scabbard as she drew the sword.

Only three arcs of light remained in the air, proving that she had slashed three swords in an instant.

As the sword was snapped into the scabbard, a large amount of blood gushed out.

At this time, Gordon had also completed all preparations before the attack.

On the [Dragon Strike] sword, the dark purple evil pupils trembled excitedly, as if constantly urging him to slash the sword quickly.

"Shut up."

Gordon shouted hoarsely, and then released the strongest attack.

At the moment the blade touched the dragon horn, the surging dragon attribute energy almost enveloped the entire head of the black dragon.

The dark horn that seemed to be able to pierce the sky also broke completely, flying and piercing the ground not far away.

"Bang!"

With a not-so-loud cannon shot, a dyed bullet landed on the fallen black dragon, exploding into a pink mist.

This was the agreed signal.

Gordon and the other two immediately put away their weapons and flew back.

After a short delay, heavy artillery shells, exploding crossbow arrows, and seemingly endless diffusion bombs and armor-piercing grenades enveloped the black dragon's body.