Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1418 Do you crave power?

Feng Ying put on the face of a villain, and walked towards the Corpse Hazak with a grin, not caring that she was wearing a filtering mask and the other party could not see how distorted her expression was.

Regardless of whether it saw it or not, the Hazak cannot understand human language. When it sees the hunter walking towards it, its first reaction is that the latter has the intention to attack.

Then he opened his mouth and exhaled a burst of miasma, which spread towards Feng Ying.

The power of the Hazak's breath is quite ordinary.

Its broken and leaky throat and mouthparts meant that it could not provide enough pressure for the miasma.

Not to mention compressing ordinary air into a wind cannon powerful enough to split mountains and rocks like the Steel Dragon, the power of its breath is not even comparable to that of crustacean monsters such as the Daimyo Shield Crab.

Because it is not necessary.

The only purpose of the Hazak's breath is to "blow" that special miasma onto the opponent.

There is no need to even cause any harm to them. Everything that follows will be left to those highly aggressive microorganisms.

Even the Tragic Claw Dragon, which has adapted to the miasma environment and survives and reproduces in the miasma zone, dares not touch the blue-white miasma.

During the pursuit in the past few days, more than one of their kind has been corroded by the special miasma, bitten into mummies, and turned into food for the Corpse Hazard.

But for Feng Ying, who was wearing the anti-miasma protective stone, this breath really became a foul odor.

She raised her shield and blocked the sweeping miasma column head-on without even taking a single step back.

The bluish-white miasma that permeated and wrapped around her body completely lost its activity under the protection of the miasma-resistant protective stone before it could penetrate her skin.

After confirming once again that the Anti-Miasma Stone had the ability to restrain the Hazak, Feng Ying felt relieved, accelerated her pace, and rushed towards the Hazak.

Unable to understand why the miasma had no effect, the Hazak could only revert to its most primitive way, opening its strangely shaped mouth full of sharp teeth and biting the hunter.

Facing the attack of the Corpse Hazard, Feng Ying did not stop, and at the same time inserted her sword into her shield, and used the transformed shield axe to meet the stinking dragon's mouth that was full of rotten meat strips.

"Zi-"

The sharp teeth, like rotten bones, drew sparks on the shield.

Feng Ying's momentum was stopped. She took a half step back with a small jump, relieving the force while stabilizing her center of gravity.

The head of the Corpse Hazak was also knocked open by the shield axe, and the two were evenly matched.

Feng Ying did not launch further attacks immediately. She did not forget that the purpose of her mission this time was not to defeat or repel the Hazak, but to give it warmth.

His eyes quickly swept over the body of the Corpse Hazak, judging where it would be more suitable to inoculate the strain.

Hmm, this guy has quite a few wounds on his body. It seems like I don’t have to bother cutting him?
The wound on the side rib is very pleasing to the eye. The ribs are exposed. If we stuff the strain in there, it should be able to attach firmly, right?

Just as he was thinking, a group of Carcharodontosaurus that were watching the situation from a distance suddenly approached and surrounded him.

The hunter's appearance distracted the Hazak dragons, and they probably saw this as a good opportunity.

"giyuaaa!"

The Corpse Hazard screamed furiously, with green and white miasma surging all over its body.

What happened during this period of time? Why does it seem like anyone can bully me? !

Just when it was planning to make a concerted effort to release miasma over a large area to let these annoying guys know how powerful it is.

Feng Ying suddenly turned around, swung the giant axe that had completed the form change, and smashed it on the top of the head of a clawed dragon that was rushing towards her.

When dealing with relatively small monsters like the Carcharodon, the attack effect of heavy weapons cannot be matched by double-bladed hand swords.

The Carcharodontosaurus had no idea that the hunter would turn to attack him, and was knocked to the ground by the powerful blow.

The movements of the other several Deinonychus also stopped at the same time.

Even the furious Hazak was stunned for a moment, but it reacted quickly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he exhaled a stream of miasma, which sprayed towards the unfortunate Claw Dragon.

The Tragic Claw Dragon had no time to get up and was unable to dodge, and was hit by the miasma breath.

The thick bluish-white miasma didn't need the Carcharodon to inhale. It seemed to have consciousness, actively wrapping around its body and pouring into its mouth and nose.

"Roar--"

A terrifyingly miserable howl came from the mouth of the Tragic Claw Dragon.

In just a few breaths, it fell down weakly.

His eyes turned white like a cooked fish, his originally plump and firm muscles shrank visibly, and his bright red skin lost its luster in a very short period of time, making him look like a mummy that had been dead for many years.

The miasma, which was much stronger than before, was extracted from the body of the Carnosaur, and with another scream from the Corpse Hazak, it merged back into its body.

"giuyaaa!!!"

"Good cooperation." Feng Ying laughed, wielded the giant axe, and rushed towards another Claw Dragon.

The Tragic Claw Dragon quickly jumped back to avoid the falling giant axe.

Seeing the agility of the Claw Dragon, Feng Ying dismantled the giant axe without hesitation, returned to the more flexible sword and shield mode, and continued to pester it.

The Claw Dragon was caught in a dilemma and couldn't get away.

At this moment, another breath of miasma came, covering the hunter and the Claw Dragon together.

When the miasma dissipated, a dried-up corpse appeared on the ground.

Feng Ying was still alive and well, unharmed, and she quickly aimed at the next target.

The remaining few Deinonychus inevitably became agitated, and they fled in all directions amid chaotic howling.

After being seriously injured in the battle for territory with the Tyrannosaurus Rex, the Lord of Miasma, who was not agile to begin with, became even slower, which gave the group of Tragic Claws an opportunity to take advantage.

But now, this strange bipedal creature that had suddenly appeared had inexplicably become the bodyguard of the Hazak.

Once a Tragic Claw Dragon is entangled and fails to escape the miasma of the Corpse Hazard, all its nutrients will be devoured in a very short time and it will turn into a dried corpse.

The herd of Deinonychus cannot afford such risks and losses. For them, giving up the hunt is the only option.

The departure of the group of Carnosaurs calmed the Hazrat down a little. Covered in rotten flesh, its dark yellow dragon pupils, making it difficult to determine whether it still had sight, stared at the only hunter left.

Exploration, doubt, anxiety
Feng Ying felt quite complicated emotions from that look.

She lowered the sword and shield in her hands to show that she had no hostility.

But he did not really put away his weapons, for fear that the Hazak would suddenly jump up and attack.

Fortunately, the Hazak was not as aggressive as before.

Maybe it was because of its own serious injuries? Or maybe it was because the hunter was not affected by the miasma, which made it feel afraid.

The Hazak tilted its head and confronted the hunter.

"Even a little cute? What the hell am I thinking." Feng Ying muttered.

In fact, she doesn't know what to do now.

The original plan was to find a way to implant those strains during the battle, but now it has been disrupted by this wave of Claw Dragons.

Seems to avoid conflict?
You looked at me and I looked at you for a few seconds.

After confirming that the hunter had no intention of further attacking, the Hazak was about to turn around and leave, but Feng Ying suddenly raised her hand and shouted, "Wait!"

Perhaps it was frightened by Feng Ying's shout, the green and white miasma surrounding the Corpse Hazard dragon began to boil.

The sharp teeth covered with rotten flesh opened, and the dim pupils stared at the hunter again.

Feng Ying placed the sword at her feet, reached out from the backpack on her back and took out a bottle of strain sample, took a deep breath, held her breath, and pulled out the cork.

"Do you crave power?"

(End of this chapter)