Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The professor and Alva drove a high-speed airship and set off from East Doruma. It took less than a day and a night to arrive at the city of Minagarde, which is located at the westernmost tip of the continent.

This speed is almost twice that of ordinary small airships.

Replenish the fuel here, and after a short rest for half a day, the airship takes off again.

In order to increase the probability of witnessing Lanlong and increase the success rate of confirming the latter's location and status, they will choose the most dangerous route.

——Across the storm from the sea until reaching the Lingfeng Mountains in the Western Continent.

For ordinary commercial airships, this is almost an impossible task.

Just like the airship that Gordon and Hayata took when they rushed to Jieyun Village, it was already the most maneuverable model among all commercial airships, but it still couldn't go through the storm head-on.

It was also after bypassing the storm surge and looking for a relatively calm airspace route to cut in, that it successfully arrived at Jieyun Village.

However, the power technology from Longliyuan has added a little possibility of fighting against storms to this special experimental airship.

The professor and Alva gambled on this possibility.

They took advantage of the experimental airship's strong maneuverability, sufficient power, and rapid climb to forcibly shuttle through the storm surge above the ocean.

Whenever the wind is too strong and the airship is about to lose control, they climb up against the wind and rain, pass through the clouds, and enter the high altitude above the clouds for shelter.

When the storm subsided, they went back below the clouds and continued to search and observe.

After several days of desperate sailing, they finally broke through the storm that blocked the sea, crossed the coastline, and entered the airspace above the western continent.

What appeared in front of their eyes at this time was not the blue sea and blue sky after the storm, but another terrifying cyclone piercing the sky.

"professor!"

"I see!"

The professor put down the binoculars and asked Alva loudly, "Do you remember that time in the Shoret area a few years ago?"

"of course I remember!"

"Land Dragon should be in the area covered by the cyclone, and that direction is Lingfeng! It's still at Lingfeng!" The professor shouted: "Release the first peregrine falcon! At least let the guild know this information!"

"good!"

Alva temporarily handed over the rudder to the professor, while he rushed into the cabin, picked up a trembling peregrine falcon, tied the post and let it fly out.

The peregrine falcon frantically flapped its wings and flew away from the cyclone.

"Adjust the sails! We're going to continue sailing towards the cyclone! Throw down everything that might move on the deck! Get in the way!" the professor shouted while steering the rudder.

"good!"

The airship staggered forward, constantly approaching the cyclone.

Suddenly, the speed of the airship began to increase, like a small boat caught in a vortex and out of control.

"Alva! Take the helm!" The professor rushed to the front of the deck and raised the binoculars against the wind and rain.

Alva immediately took over the rudder wheel. At this time, he could no longer control the direction of the airship through the rudder wheel. He tried his best to steer the rudder, just to barely maintain the balance of the airship itself.

A violent cross wind hit.

The whole airship shook violently as if being pushed hard from the side by an invisible big hand.

The rope connecting the airbag and the pod made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

At the corner of the tail of the pod, the metal buckle that fixed the rope broke apart one step ahead of the rope, and the entire cabin tilted violently.

Alva barely stabilized his body by relying on the rudder, but the professor fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"professor!"

Alva stretched out a leg urgently, stopping the professor's body rolling on the deck.

The professor took the opportunity to get up in a hurry and stabilized the side of the ship, thus avoiding the fate of rolling off the deck. He shouted and asked, "Climb! Can the airship still climb?!"

"No! The power sail is torn! The airship is completely out of control!"

The professor calmed down after hearing this, "It seems that Lanlong is really in a bad mood, Alva, are you mentally prepared?"

Alva pushed his drenched glasses, "It's been done a long time ago, I was just thinking, is it possible to send some more information at the last moment!"

"ha!"

The professor laughed loudly, grabbed a piece of rope from the side, and tied himself to the base of the steering wheel, "Then take out a pen and paper, and we can write as many words as we can!

Afterwards, as long as the members of the guild can find the wreckage of the airship, they can get our information! "

"Woo—!"

A huge shadow floated from the clouds below the out-of-control airship, and with a long groan, it flew past the side of the airship.

"It's it! It's here!" cried Alva.

The charcoal pencil in his hand frantically scratched on the wet album paper at an unprecedented speed.

Countless twisted and trembling lines gradually formed an abstract slender figure—a giant dragon churning in a sea of ​​dark clouds.

"Let me finish painting let me finish painting let me finish painting."

The professor didn't have time to pay attention to Alva's thoughts, he was completely lost in his own thoughts.

"Grey? Why, why is it not a pure white color, but a 'protective color' to blend into the dark clouds? No, the word protective color is too offensive, is it some kind of body change caused by unknown distance? What is the reason? Emotion? Anger?"

He had no time to think about these questions, so he could only keep writing down every thought in his mind on paper.

The Lanlong, which was stained with the color of dark clouds, quickly flew around the airship, then soared into the sky, and disappeared in the swirling clouds covering the sky.

The violent airflow stirred up by countless huge spiny fins continued to tear the hull of the boat, and the airship began to disintegrate.

"Aggression! Yes! Compared with the time a few years ago, Lanlong's aggressiveness is obviously stronger. It is no longer 'curiosity' but the desire to 'clear'! Territorial awareness, extremely strong territorial awareness?

It's watching out for something, it's clearing up possible threats."

"Woo—!"

There was another long chant in the sky.

The breath formed by the silver torrent tore through the clouds, accurately hit the airship, and in the blink of an eye, the half of the ship affected by the breath was bombarded into powder.

The airship fell limply.

But as if it was blessed by the gods, the tattered airbag did not completely shatter, but like a parachute, it caught the wind, swaying left and right, and the falling speed slowed down .

At this time, Alva and the professor had no time to pay attention to these things.

"Give me another half a minute! No! Just twenty seconds!" Alva didn't know who he was begging for time.

The professor who tied himself to the rudder almost turned sideways, but he was still talking to himself while quickly recording:

"Breath has a very high range and hit rate. The 'missing' a few years ago should have been just mercy. The ultra-high pressure water flow can cut even metal, and can destroy everything in an instant."

"Crunch."

The dilapidated airship floated onto a rocky cliff, and the airbag caught on the bushes and branches protruding from the rocky cliff. The sawdust splashed everywhere, and the airship slowed down further.

After countless tortures, the airbag was finally completely torn apart, and only half of the hull was left rolling and sliding along the slope, slowly exhausting the last inertia.

The airship, or rather, the wreckage of the airship, eventually came to a halt.