Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Chapter 1440 A candle in the wind?

With the departure of the Flame King Dragon, the Flame Queen Dragon, and the Steel Dragon.

The storm that shrouded the sky above the Netherworld Valley dissipated quickly.

Everyone rode on the pterosaur and soon arrived near the entrance.

Looking at this abyss-like rift valley, the hunters couldn't help but feel a little scalp-tingling.

The sounds of fighting in the valley had disappeared.

I don’t know whether the huge explosion just now shattered the red dragon and the other two ancient dragons, or if there were some other developments.

No matter what the situation was, they had to get down to the bottom of the valley as soon as possible to find out what was going on.

"We will go down first. Look at our flares. Green means everything is over and it's safe. Yellow means break in as quickly as possible. Red means it's extremely dangerous and you need to evacuate immediately."

After giving a brief instruction, Gordon planned to summon the pterosaur and enter the canyon.

"and many more!"

The professor quickly spoke up to stop them.

"The fire storm just now burned up all the oxygen in the valley. It's too dangerous to go in now. Let's wait at least a few more minutes."

".Will a few minutes be enough for air circulation?" Ai Bo seemed a little worried.

The professor glanced at his flying hair and said, "The high temperature causes the air in the valley to expand, and as the oxygen is burned out, the surrounding air will quickly flow back in.

So even when the storm stopped, we could still feel the strong wind when we stood at the valley entrance.”

As he spoke, the professor adjusted his multifunctional eyepiece and gazed into the darkness deep in the rift valley. "Moreover, the temperature in the valley is dropping much faster than I expected.

The only explanation for this phenomenon is that the Ice Curse Dragon has not died yet.

High temperature and flame are its weaknesses. For its own survival, it is desperately releasing cold air to cool down the environment, which is beneficial to us.

At least the hunters don't have to fight in that oven-like environment."

Gordon looked down into the valley.

I was somewhat glad that the professor and the others followed me. If it were just them, the hunters, they would definitely not have considered so many things.

Rushed in immediately.
After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, the wind near the entrance of the rift gradually died down.

Gordon looked at the professor, who nodded at him.

Gordon and his companions, who had already prepared for the assault, immediately controlled the pterosaur and began to descend and attack.

The operation to induce the ancient dragon to besiege the red dragon has ended, and there is no need to hide our whereabouts anymore.

Apart from a slight advantage in concealment, rappelling using ropes is far inferior to that of specially trained pterosaurs in terms of speed and safety.

Its flexibility is also very poor. Once the opponent finds you, they will use long-range means such as breath to attack you, and you won't be able to dodge.

It was much easier for the pterosaurs. In less than a minute, they landed at the bottom of the valley.

The ground that had been burned by the dragon flames was still dark red, and the air around was stuffy, but people could still breathe normally.

The temperature is half cold and half hot, just like hot water with ice cubes just poured into it.

Feeling the direction from which the cold air came, the hunters ran at full speed.

Hundreds of meters away, in the vast area that was the main battlefield of the ancient dragons.

The scene was extremely tragic.

Nearly ten thousand square meters of flat open space were filled with potholes due to the previous firestorm, and even the ground was cut down by several meters.

At the edge of the area, the pitch-black Nergigante had lost its life and lay motionless on the ground.

Under the protection of frost and ice armor, the Frost Dragon is still alive.

But it's just living.

The gorgeous and thick ice armor had long been melted, and the glassy blue shell was completely shattered, revealing the flesh and blood underneath that had been scorched black by the high temperature.

One of the wings was completely gone, and blood was gushing out from the severed limb.

Obviously, it was not the red dragon that caused these injuries, but the fire storm created by the steel dragon and others.

They were only thinking about burning the Red Dragon to death. The safety of the two "companions" who were temporarily forming a united front, Nergigante and Frost Dragon, were not in their consideration at all.

But this is not surprising. There is no so-called friendship or cooperation between them, and there is even hatred between them.

If they could kill the red dragon along with them, the three ancient dragons that had already left would not hesitate at all.

And in the middle of the open space.

It was the red dragon that still exuded an unparalleled presence even when its aura had fallen to the bottom.

It looked equally miserable, with its body covered in red scales and full of broken and charred marks.

Several of the sharp spines on the back, which were more than a meter high, were broken.

The broad wings were full of holes, one of the dragon horns was missing, and through the broken shell of the head, one could even vaguely see the skull.

The air was filled with a very unappetizing burnt aroma.

This guy is almost half cooked.

If it was any other large monster, or even an ancient dragon, it would not be surprising if it died in the next second from such injuries.

But its momentum is still overwhelming.

The red dragon slowly absorbed the last bit of energy from the surrounding environment and barely regained its ability to move.

He forced open his only golden dragon eye and stared at the Ice Curse Dragon that was lying on the ground with a weak breath.

It took heavy steps, moving towards the latter step by step.

Realizing the danger, the Ice Curse Dragon struggled to stand up, but it was too weak and fell back to the ground halfway through.

The red dragon didn't give it a chance to try again. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs, suddenly stretched its head out, and grabbed the Ice Curse Dragon's slender neck.

Knowing that he could not escape the fate of death, a trace of madness flashed in the Ice Curse Dragon's eyes. He used up his last bit of strength, swung the broken ice blade tail, and stabbed it fiercely into the red dragon's chest.

The scales that had become brittle due to the high temperature flames were unable to block such a stab. The tail of the blade penetrated several meters and might even have pierced the red dragon's heart.

But the red dragon seemed to feel no pain at all and continued to hold its huge mouth tightly.

With a crisp "crack", the Ice Curse Dragon's cervical vertebrae were bitten off. After a twitching all over, the light in its eyes dimmed and it completely lost its life.

The light of energy flowed like water, along the red dragon's fangs and poured into its body.

In just a few seconds, its intermittent breathing became steady and strong again, and the "forbidden" aura was constantly rising.

The hunters, running at full speed, turned a corner and arrived at the scene.

The scene before them horrified them.

Without any hesitation, Ansel deployed the heavy crossbow at the fastest speed and slid onto one knee to steady himself.

Without time to aim carefully, he squeezed the trigger hard.

With a dull bang, the pre-loaded supernova flew out of the barrel, drawing a line of fire in the air and accurately hitting the head of the red dragon that was rapidly absorbing the energy of the Ice Curse Dragon.

A huge golden-red fireball exploded.

The supernova once again demonstrated its extraordinary power that far exceeds any conventional crossbow bullet.

Even the huge red dragon had its head tilted back by the huge fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters.

He let go of the Ice Curse Dragon's corpse and staggered back a few steps.

The process of absorbing energy was interrupted shortly after it began. The red dragon, which had only had time to recover a small part of its injuries, slowly turned its head.

The moment his eyes met the golden dragon's eyes.

The soul-freezing horrifying aura that he had only experienced once when facing the "Forbidden Skull" surged towards him.

However, this was enough to instantly plunge an ordinary person into a state of crazy fear, and it would not even stay in his mind for a moment.

Gordon's mouth cracked.

He is no longer the same person he once was.

Pull down the visor.

The breath mixed with the domineering aura of the World-annihilating Dragon rose up like a raging flame, confronting the "Dragon King".

A voice with an eerie echo came from behind Crazy Pattern's visor.

"Send the signal flare, the ancient dragons will leave, it's our turn next."

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(End of this chapter)