Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1319 It Should Have Been Like This Long Time Ago

The thunder fell like a rainstorm.

The scattered electric arcs gathered again under the action of the electric field to form cage-shaped arc circles, which spread out in all directions with the Qilin that summoned the thunder as the source.

There was no place to hide from such attacks, so the hunters had no choice but to put up their large shields and weapons, take a defensive stance, and withstand the attacks.

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

After the electric current passed, pain and numbness in the limbs were inevitable, but fortunately no one was seriously injured.

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

Its petite body has amazing jumping ability. It leaps up a nearly ten-meter-high rock wall and disappears into the intricate coral reefs of the coral plateau after a few jumps.

Ted stamped his numb feet and asked with a grin, "He runs so fast, should we chase him?"

"Hey, let's not chase him. We have no grudges against each other. There's no need. The wounds we left on him were not serious. As long as he doesn't lose his mind, he won't come back to cause trouble for us."

Gordon chuckled and drank a bottle of recovery medicine to heal the minor burns left by the electric current passing through his body.

He could feel the restlessness that was gripping his heart and liver, constantly urging him to catch up, kill the Qilin, 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 by his subconscious mind.

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

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

"The next step is to spend time training him. There is no need to rush."

"What method? Tell me about it!" Az asked with a smile.

Az and Ted knew the problems he faced, and Gordon did not keep anything to himself and told Az and Ted about his findings and solutions.

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

After hearing Gordon's answer, the three people and the cat looked at each other. Yu Zi's face was full of confusion. For him, these contents were a bit beyond the scope.

Ted glanced strangely at the silent Crazy Mark on Gordon's body, "Won't you invite its revenge if you do this to it?

Don’t let anything happen to your armor in the middle of a battle, that would be a big problem.”

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

"Ah? Isn't it? Didn't you mention the residual soul yourself?"

"How do I explain this?" Gordon scratched his head, "First of all, we must make it clear that the Nergigante is completely dead.

The so-called residual soul is just a way of saying it for the convenience of understanding. 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 rotten scale or a shapeless bone, they can still affect or even harm the spirit of those who come into contact with them."

"Ahem." Alva interrupted him with a light cough.

This topic has already touched upon "taboos". It's not that Ted and Az are not strong enough to be exposed to these things, but in principle, the fewer people who know about this kind of information, the better.

Gordon shut up awkwardly, Az and Ted looked puzzled, and Alva changed the subject for him.

“The Grand Commander also said that the Nergigante that Gordon and his team were hunting was not ordinary. It was very different from the Nergigante he knew, and it was very likely a special individual.

The research team leader also proposed a hypothesis that the Nergigantes is an asexually reproducing creature, and their spines are the "spores" of their reproduction.

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

On some level, it is similar to Miss Xixi's biological butterfly armor to a certain extent?
Therefore, there is no need to worry about the "revenge" mentioned by Mr. Ted. Only a life form with a high degree of intelligence will have such complex emotions.

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

"Well, in that case, what I heard was probably not real sounds or conversations, but more like how should I describe it, a transmission of emotions and feelings?" Gordon was a little at a loss for words.

Alva shrugged, "It seems that those voices must have been made up by your own brain after you were affected. A set of armor cannot have "intelligence", let alone speak.

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

To make an inappropriate comparison, earthworms are smarter than it, and what you are doing can be seen as cultivating the conditioned reflex of the earthworms, I mean cultivating the [Mad Marks]. "

Gordon's eye twitched.

Hearing what Alva said, the "domineering power of the Nergigante" suddenly dropped, and it felt very stupid that I was fighting wits and courage with it and talking to it from time to time.

It also adapts and complies, and meditates and communicates. It is like a worm, communicating with a basket. It will be well-behaved if it is trained earlier.

"It's good to find a solution, meow, so what should we say next, meow?" Pig Chop asked, raising his paw.

“Alva, record this area and mark it as an extremely high-risk area. Your guess is correct. There is something wrong with this Qilin. It is very manic and its aggressiveness is obviously stronger than normal.

The three of us can certainly fight it off easily, but if an immature young hunter encounters it, I'm afraid something bad might happen.

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

"Understood." Alva quickly made a few notes.

Gordon glanced at the devastated surroundings caused by the lightning strike and said, "There will be some blood and hair residue nearby. Let the guide insects extract the scent quickly.

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

Let's end the matter of Qilin here. Let's go back to the camp and rest. When it rains, we will go to the high ground to look for that 'glowing' guy."

In the forest glade covered with everlasting frost and heavy snow.

A huge purple shadow rushed forward.

"Stop flying around and attack! Attack that tree!" On the back of the purple wind dragon, Feng Ying manipulated the silk and tried her best to perform the "dragon-riding skills".

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

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

"Alas--"

Zhu Zhu couldn't bear to see the baby suffer, so he covered his eyes and shouted, "Be gentle, Fengying! It's still young!"

"You're almost twenty meters tall and you're still small? You only grow in height but not in brains, what a useless thing!" Feng Ying, who fell into the snow pile with Feng Pialong, jumped up and kicked the purple Feng Pialong's head viciously, looking like a devil instructor.

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

"Jiaga." The purple wind dragon climbed up aggrievedly.

"I told you long ago, stop fluttering around, frost is the foundation of your life! Are your glands and wings just for show? How can you grow into a Frostwing Wind Dragon without more practice?!
How do I return to the tribe, defeat all competitors, and become the new leader?!"

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

She was enjoying the feeling of being preached to.

She came closer hesitantly, feeling a little regretful.

Feng Ying told her that Yanhuo's secret "Dragon Riding Skill" could help Xiao Zi quickly improve various attacking skills and accelerate its growth.

She believed it.

But for some reason, the practice process was somewhat tragic.

"Again!"

Feng Ying once again waved out the insect silk, jumped onto the purple wind dragon, and entered the dragon-riding posture.

"When you can use all kinds of moves smoothly under my control, then you will have truly mastered it!"

Vast: “???”

Something seems wrong?

ps.
　Don't worry that the style of this book is biased towards fantasy.

　　It is official that equipment made from certain monster materials can cause people to go 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 they don’t appear in the main text.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)