MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 723 Really useful? !

  Chapter 723 is really useful? !

  A man with half a broken leg can't run, so cutting off half of his leg and walking on the stubble of the broken leg sounds like a bad joke.

   And regardless of whether it is really feasible to do so, that kind of pain is not something any creature can bear.

  However, Tian Nailong just did it.

  It flapped the residual limbs that could hardly be called "wings", trying to fly.

  The anger didn't exhaust Tian Nailong's rationality, it still had the strength to fight back when it was dying, but it chose to leave.

  Only in that way can revenge be possible.

   Every time the blood sprinkled by the remaining wings falls on the ground, it is like the **** footprints of a runner with a broken leg, which is so cruel that it makes the scalp numb.

  After a brief shock, the hunters tried to stop it by all means.

   Stormy crossbow bombs, flash bombs, Elu cat's flying bombs, rocket bombs

  Fengying even tried to use flying insects to fly into the air to attack, but all failed in the end.

  Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters.

  Tian Nailong's posture was wobbly and unstable, and it seemed that it would fall at any time, but it still tried to wave its remaining wings, slowly and firmly raising its height.

  He lowered his head and looked down at the hunters with his blood-soaked eyes. The cold hatred in his eyes was shocking.

  Gordon stared at him, gripped the hilt of the sword with his palm like a spasm, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Fire the dye bomb and mark it. It won't fly far with such serious injuries."

   Anshir changed the magazine in silence and fired a dyed ammo.

  However, everyone present knew that with the intelligence of ancient dragons and the complex terrain of Sky Mountain, it would be extremely difficult to track this guy with dye bombs.

  They seem to have seen the scene of **** where the scales are all over the sky, the mad dragon plague is sweeping across the continents, and countless monsters go berserk and attack the city.

   This desperate picture made Gordon feel familiar.

  Looking for support? No other Hariyatta will fall from the sky right now.

   "Huh—"

  A gust of wind blows, and the broken prayer flags that can be seen everywhere in the restricted area flutter along with it, and the small windmills inserted in the gaps in the hunters' armors also rotate with the wind.

  The mountain wind was about to blow violently, and in just a few breaths, it turned from a light breeze that blew the ears into a wild haze that made people unsteady.

   "Meow! Look meow!" Piggy jumped onto Gordon's shoulder armor, cheering and pointing to a place covered by dark clouds.

  A huge spaceship shaped like a whale comes by the wind.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  The head of the group laughed faintly in the wind, "The monk was saying that the wind was blowing, and he urged us to come and have a look, it seems that it is just in time!

   Adjust course! hit it! "

  The processing person in charge of the helm slammed the rudder, and the Isana turned the bow, and rushed towards the Sky Dragon that was struggling to lift off.

  Under the gust of wind, the speed of the Isana is getting faster and faster.

  Tian Nailong also noticed this big weird-looking guy. It flapped its remaining wings desperately, trying to avoid the impact, but the strong wind that swept through made it very difficult for it to even maintain basic balance, let alone dodge flexibly.

  The big red whale bumped into Tian Nailong's body, and the purely decorative steel sharp teeth in the whale's mouth were deeply embedded in Tian Nailong's body, and it was firmly stuck.

   "Look at mine! Hey!"

  Isana raised her forging hammer high and smashed it hard at the trigger mechanism of the dragon gun.

  Driven by high-pressure steam, the high-speed rotating steel sharp gun pierced straight out, penetrating through the huge wound on Tian Nailong's chest, piercing through its chest.

"Roar-!"

  Blood splashed all over the bow of the Isana. Amidst a long howl full of unwillingness, the golden pupil of the Sky Dragon became dim, and the extent of its struggle became smaller and smaller, and finally lost its vitality completely.

   "The bow of the ship is too heavy! Take back the dragon gun! Take back the dragon gun!"

   "Stuck! Can't get it back!"

   "Yeah! It's about to fall!"

   "No! Full rudder and hold on! Full left rudder!"

  The members of the brigade on the Isana screamed and screamed, and finally made an emergency landing in the forbidden area together with the body of the Sky Dragon.

  The wind in the mountains is still strengthening. The strong wind blows over the ancient prayer flags, the entangled vines, the strange-shaped floating rocks, and the entire Sky Mountain.

  The ever-changing howls of the wind gather together, which is the chorus of the wind.

  The scales and powder that had covered the forbidden ground for many days, and even the dark clouds above the sky, were all dispersed by this gust of wind, and the golden and warm sunshine shone on the forbidden ground.

  The dissipation of the scale powder and dark clouds drew a pause for the chorus of the wind, and the surrounding wind became quiet.

  The hunters looked at each other.

  Looking at the corpse that glowed like platinum in the sun, Gordon couldn't help but took off the small windmill he had stuck around his waist.

  The small windmill whirred and turned.

  Gordon lifted his visor and muttered to himself, "The protection of the wind. Is it really useful?"

   The way the hunt ended was somewhat unexpected.

   But no matter what, the source of the mad dragon plague was successfully resolved, no one was sacrificed, and everyone returned to the village safely. These two points alone are enough to make people ignore those "non-critical details".

  A basically complete ancient dragon corpse is of very high value, both in terms of material value and research value.

  Under normal circumstances, the hunters will definitely try their best to transport it back to the city, and the guild professionals and scholars will jointly dissect, decompose, and collect it, so as to maximize the value of the ancient dragon corpse.

  It's a pity that the corpse of Tianlailong is not suitable for that.

   Not to mention that every part of its body, from blood to scales, contains high-strength mad dragon virus. Even a dead body will become a terrifying source of infection.

  Just being "reincarnated" from a dead body is enough to make everyone raise their vigilance to the highest level.

  After Hayata hunted the black erosion dragon before, after some stripping, a set of armor was made, and the Tianlai dragon could still be reborn from the wreckage.

  Who can guarantee that no strange things will be born from the body of this Tianlong dragon?

  Bring this thing back to East Doruma to dissect, and drill ancient dragons or something on the dissecting table, the great elder can eat them.

   Therefore, the hunters only carried out a routine stripping, and at the same time asked Isana and the others to call the professor over.

  Professor led the assistant lady and disciple Alva, and rushed over carrying a lot of professional tools. They conducted an on-site autopsy on the corpse of Tianlailong and collected many organ specimens.

  By doing this, the ecological information of Tianlulong will be completed to a great extent.

  These materials will be handed down to future generations in the form of detailed pictures and texts, so that later generations will not be like them, who can only guess through a few vague proverbs and poems.

  When the stripping and dissection were all completed, the huge wreckage was burned under the watchful eyes of everyone.

   During the incineration, Anshir and the others specially threw all the flame bombs and gunpowder into the fire as a combustion accelerant, trying to incinerate them more thoroughly.

   This grand "cremation ceremony" lasted for most of the day, and by the time the flames cleared, it was already midnight.

  The hunters were very tired and sleepy, but no one left. Facing the scorched black skeleton, Gordon swung his big sword and tried to chop it into pieces, but failed.

  The bone strength of the ancient dragon species is amazing.

   "Let's go, the burn is clean enough." The professor waved towards the hunters.

   "Huha—" Fengying yawned a little, and said something creepy with dazed eyes, "What if I can be reborn from the ashes?"

   Looking back at the scorched skeleton, Gordon smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

   "Then you can only kill once more."

  (end of this chapter)