novel-bin 22 three-person aerial hunting team, ready for battle! [2-in-1]
22 three-person aerial hunting team, ready for battle! [2-in-1]
A steam train bound for Mevin City sped eastward, its long tail trailing a long plume of flame and intermittent whistles echoing across the parallel skies a hundred kilometers above the Mevin Channel.
suddenly!
Inside the driver's cab, the pointer responsible for detecting the spiritual energy within a ten-kilometer radius suddenly veered sharply to the right.
Seeing this, the young co-driver shouted towards the train conductor, who was dozing off in the driver's seat:
"Mr. William, a third-order spirit-burning reaction has appeared in the sea of clouds below!"
The tall, bulky middle-aged train conductor, dressed in a dark blue uniform, slowly opened his eyes.
"What's the panic? It's just a third-tier burning beast!"
Our defenses are also at the third tier, and we have thirty-six carriages, each equipped with cannons, which is more than enough to deal with third-tier fire beasts.
Strike its head and its tail will come; strike its tail and its head will come; strike its middle and both its head and tail will come...
This is great Eastern wisdom!
Even so, Train Conductor William subconsciously stroked his mustache before giving the order to raise the locomotive.
Below the train, a dark mass of beastly shadows, densely packed, obscured the road.
In an instant, they all burst out of the sea of clouds!
Like stars surrounding the moon, they chased after the rising train from all directions.
Look closely, and you'll see they are the most common cloud cleaners in the Merlin Waterway.
They are entirely black with transparent wings, over five meters long, and number over five hundred, all of them being first-tier burning beasts!
"Damn it, how come there are so many Tier 1 Cleaners!"
"Train conductor, up ahead..."
A slender, gray-bodied whistling dolphin with a sharp snout, like an arrow, hurtled through the clouds at near-cannonball speed—
It crashed headfirst into the train.
The seventeenth carriage was instantly torn apart, pierced, and detached from the train.
The entire vehicle was cut in half!
Half of the passengers were thrown out of the windows.
Women, children, the elderly... were thrown high into the air, screaming as they fell.
The plecos swarmed in.
The two broken train halves went their separate ways.
The so-called "head and tail together" means that if the middle carriage encounters real danger, neither head nor tail will be able to make it!
At this moment, only a boy wearing a five-star uniform for a mortar worker stood on top of the wrecked and falling carriage.
The boy's left hand extended an extra-long mechanical arm controlled by a telescopic chain, which barely managed to catch the three falling children.
The other robotic arm, wielding a steam-powered blade, frantically slashes and kills among the fish.
This is a first-tier transcendent being who looks about twelve or thirteen years old, short in stature, and sallow-faced and thin!
The fish quickly dispersed, chasing after the tail of the train carriage.
The third-tier whistle-piercing porpoise quickly turned back and chased after the first carriage that had taken off.
Watching as the two carriages were surrounded, devoured, and repeatedly rammed by the fish...
suddenly!
A melodious whistle rang out from the sky—
Upon hearing the sound, the plecos scattered and stopped nibbling.
The third-order hornet also stopped its ramming.
A dozen or so cleaners quickly caught up with the falling train carriages and dragged them into the air.
A swordfish-shaped shuttle boat suddenly appeared in the sky, blocking the path of the first half of the train.
On the deck, a young, second-tier beast tamer dressed in white robes looked down at the train like a god.
He was tall and slender, with blond hair and blue eyes. His handsome features were marred by an exaggerated hooked nose, but this only amplified his intimidating presence.
The messenger beside him shouted through a megaphone:
"We are the Love and Aid Air Rescue Team, dedicated to rescuing victims along the Merlin Flight 380. The fee is one gold coin per person!"
The young staff officer on the other side stroked his chin and smiled:
"This train has more than two thousand passengers. After deducting the cost of taming beasts and the possible bounties, we can make more than a thousand gold coins on this trip. It's much faster and safer than that old man making money in the Mica Hunting Grounds."
The beast tamer suddenly frowned.
"Old man?"
The young staff officer coughed twice, responding awkwardly:
"Ahem, I meant Senior Grancelin."
The young, tall, and thin white-robed beast tamer, Harpern, the leader of the Love Aid Sky Hunting Group, is the youngest apprentice of Grancelin, the old beast tamer of the Mica Hunting Grounds.
A second-tier beast tamer, yet able to control a third-tier whistle-pig, possessing even greater talent than the old beast tamer.
"The teacher is over a hundred years old and is in the prime of his life. This kind of safe and quick money should naturally be earned by us young people."
"A moment of silence for the late Glenn Grantham."
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Below, the first section of the train is shrouded in billowing steam, hovering steadily in mid-air like a vertical seahorse.
Inside the driver's cab, William, a first-order transcendent being, twirled his beard in silence.
The co-pilot exclaimed in astonishment:
"Damn it, this is highway robbery!"
In mid-air, Harpern took the megaphone and said:
"Beastmasters are not omnipotent. I am just a second-tier beastmaster. It was quite a hard job to stop a third-tier whistleblower from swallowing a group of wild scavengers at the same time. It's not too much to ask each of you to give me a gold coin, is it?"
"What? Are your lives not even worth a piece of gold? If you don't want to pay, then pay with your lives!"
The plecos immediately became restless, opening their huge, black mouths filled with sharp teeth and making a rustling sound that sent chills down one's spine.
On the wrecked train being lifted up by a school of fish, the young superhuman who saved several children refused outright.
"Do you hunters even know that... one gold coin is an ordinary person's entire year's income!"
One silver ring would be more like it. If you don't want it, the security boat will be here soon, so go ask the security boat for it!
Harper glanced down, surprised to find himself facing a tough young opponent.
"Hey kid, how old are you this year?"
"Twelve years old! You've been scavenging chimney ash for the West India Company for nine years, a five-star veteran employee. I've seen through your tricks; you're just highway robbers. If you only charge one silver ring per person, we'll pay. But if it's a gold nugget, nobody will pay!"
The boy was self-righteous and assertive.
A hint of murderous intent slowly flashed across Harper's eyes.
"It seems that as a hunter, I shouldn't be so overly sentimental."
A hunter should do what a hunter should do.
Is this your last message?
Or are these all your last words?
Before the words were even finished!
A syringe was inserted into his left waist...
The neurotoxin from the mica from the Irukanji lamp quickly seeped into the blood vessels and nerves, spreading throughout the body.
He used all his strength to stiffly turn his head—
His loyal advisor, Alex, had transformed into a beautiful young woman in a blue dress and with her hair in double buns.
He had never seen this girl before, but her almost translucent, delicate skin reminded him of... a dragon.
"It's...it's you...Mica Dragon! I even ate your flesh when I was little...no, I even played with you when I was little! No wonder my usually cautious teacher died, it was you—"
You betrayed your teacher!
Emil's eyes were indifferent, and mimicking Roya's tone, she coldly replied:
"I don't like your last words."
A single blow severed his head, blood gushing forth!
Harpern was instantly decapitated.
Strangely, in the very last moment before he died, he was still savoring the taste of the mica dragon's flesh...
It's impossible to chew properly!
So, having lost his body, he changed his last words solely through his speech:
"You're not a dragon at all..."
Emil chuckled, her face bearing a chilling, murderous expression:
"I like this line: I'm not a dragon, but I've eaten dragon."
The plecos scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.
The remaining crew members on deck drew their swords, pulled out their guns, and began forming hand seals to unleash their extraordinary abilities...
In the blink of an eye, an iron wire pierced their foreheads, connecting them all together.
On their deathbeds, the conspiring crew members glared angrily:
In a daze, I saw a brand-new painted Cameron Whale-type airship, connected by a slender iron wire, circling around the Ehime shuttle-type airship.
Below the gantry of the whale-shaped airship, a gray dolphin beast that had just been shot in the head was being dangled in a fishing net.
It was indeed—
Tier 3 Sentry Arrow Pig!
On the deck of the Whale Airship, Wendell holstered his rifle.
Luo Ya, holding the iron wire, sighed softly:
"Emile killed to vent her anger, and you still failed to capture a single Tier 3 Burning Beast alive... Alas, all of this is my money!"
Wendell shrugged and casually took the teapot from his waist.
"There's also the loot from one ship, enough to cover the registration fee for the Ardennes Extraordinary Factory."
That doesn't make sense...
Luo Ya raised an eyebrow, exuding an air of righteous indignation.
"Don't talk like I'm some vicious thug who robs people to pay for their registration. I'm avenging Emil, okay?"
Wendell shook his head and smiled, took a sip of tea, and echoed.
"Yes, yes, Captain Roya."
That was a powerful sound!
Roya gradually lost himself in Wendell's honorifics.
A gentle breeze carries the aroma of black tea tinged with the scent of blood, a truly pleasant experience.
In just one minute, Roya and his two teammates dismembered the entire Love Aid Hunter group.
Emil subtly and silently transforms into a bird to track and hunt, then becomes prey to infiltrate enemy ships, assassinate staff officers, disguise herself as staff officers, and finally ambush and poison the enemy leader from his side...
The process was easy and effortless, with almost no difficulty.
Adding one more person is like adding a powerful tool, and a divine tool at that!
Just like when Roya almost suffocated to death in the cave on Mount Hill when he didn't get the horsehair worm carcass.
With the remains of the horsehair worms, he could then rampage through the even more dangerous Mica Hunting Grounds.
Emil may seem to be just a first-tier transcendent, but her shapeshifting ability is too abnormal and realistic, and her physique is far superior to that of ordinary burning spirits, instantly raising the team's combat power to a new level.
Emil's assistance to Roya was even greater than that of Iron Wire!
Now, Luo Ya has awakened a portion of the [Blood Qi Connection], allowing him to disperse his blood qi and achieve close-range wireless control.
Once fully awakened, its combat power will be so strong that it will have no equal.
At this moment, using the iron wire, Luo Ya plundered over three hundred gold coins in cash, various gold and silver treasures, fuel, fuel crystals, and the airship itself...
The total value exceeded one thousand gold coins!
If the Hunter Bank didn't exist in this world, he could have earned even more from this battle.
Perhaps we could draw a vial of the Beastmaster's blood and then use Emil's shapeshifting ability to withdraw money from the Hunter's Bank.
Unfortunately, to withdraw money from Hunter Bank, customers must have a matching appearance, blood type, and password.
Some extraordinary hunters even have their extraordinary abilities documented, and they must demonstrate these abilities when they withdraw money.
"Unfortunately, Emil killed too quickly..."
Such air-hunting groups that rob civilians on the road are not common even in the Merlin Flightway.
Therefore, Luo Ya especially cherished this serendipitous encounter, and took care of it all in one fell swoop: murder and treasure!
After killing people and stealing treasure, he chained the two airships together, one in front of the other.
Before setting sail, in high spirits, Luo Ya finally looked down at the two sections of train suspended in the air below the airship.
And a boy who flies through the air with his mechanical feet spraying high-temperature steam, using a mechanical arm that extends from a chain to transfer passengers one by one from the dilapidated train to the rear carriage.
After rescuing the person, the boy returned, hovering below the deck of the Wide-Range Silence, and looked up to ask:
"How much does your hunting party charge?"
"ha?"
Luo Ya also considered extorting some protection money from the train conductor who was the number one runaway, but then he thought that he couldn't collect much money from one person, and it would also be unsightly.
So he raised the megaphone and shouted down to the two halves of the train:
"The Love Aid Sky Hunter Group is the scum of the hunter world. Normal hunter groups don't rob civilians. You can leave now."
The passengers were overjoyed and opened the train windows to wave their hats at the Wide Area Silence train in gratitude.
The boy, also feeling grateful, scratched his head and asked somewhat shyly:
"Thank you. May I ask... what's the name of your hunting party?"
Luo Ya glanced at the boy.
Although he was a first-order superhuman, he was short and thin, covered in old wounds, had no hands or feet, and his physical development was somewhat deformed. If it weren't for mechanical assistance, he would be a disabled person.
But he was mature beyond his years, with a firm gaze, unafraid of villains, and ran around saving people, his aura no less than that of Roya.
That makes sense, since Roya hasn't awakened yet; he's just a mortal.
As for the name of the hunting party... Roya hadn't really thought about that.
He postponed anything that wasn't urgent, planning to come up with a name when he registered for the Hunter Association's exam.
However, there's no time like the present, so it's time to come up with a good-sounding group name.
Just then, the boy mentioned it, and to express his admiration for the boy's heroic rescue, Roya asked him earnestly:
"What suggestions do you have?"
The boy was flattered, but he feigned maturity and asked seriously:
How many people are in your hunting party?
"Three people."
"How about we call it the 'Three Good Guys Sky Hunting Team'?"
Luo Ya barely managed to suppress his laughter; there weren't even three good people on the ship, let alone three.
However, out of respect, he only made slight modifications to the group name suggested by the boy.
"I don't like being friend-zoned, but I want to be a decent human being, so let's call ourselves the Three-Man Sky Hunter Team."
"There have always been only three of you?"
"If new people join, we can call it a group of four or five."
"So casual..." The boy's eyes widened in surprise. He had thought it was a joke, and that the suggestion of three good people was just to express his gratitude. He hadn't expected that half of it would be adopted.
As a hunter, Roya enjoys this sense of relaxation.
"What's your name, and where are you going?"
The boy answered earnestly:
"My name is Ron, I am a first-tier superhuman, and I plan to go to the Arden Superhuman Factory."
What? You also have the surname Luo?
Luo Ya coughed twice:
"What a coincidence, my surname is also Luo. I'm also going to Arden's Extraordinary Factory. I can give you a ride."
"Really? Thank you!"
Ron turned and waved toward the train's cockpit before turning and boarding the deck of the Wide Silence.
Roya asked him with some surprise:
"How could you trust a stranger so quickly?"
Ron smiled and responded generously:
"I am a senior scavenger at West India Company. My superpower is self-healing. My hands and legs are nerve-controlled prosthetics that allow me to work in confined spaces such as mines, chimneys, and exhaust pipes. I am a very valuable person. I can help people make money, so no one would be willing to kill me."
Luo Ya's heart skipped a beat.
If he hadn't chosen the path of the hunter, his fate would likely have been no different from Ron's.
West Indian Company was a well-known surface mining company in Meywen County, and children were required to go into the mines to clean mud and into the chimney pipes to clean ash.
Judging from Ron's physical development, he was clearly already doing these jobs before he became disabled, and only became disabled afterward.
This obsession... can only be for the sake of making a living.
The best of times belonged to the hunters.
The worst of times belong to the common people.
"Since you're already a superhuman, why did you go to the Arden Superhuman Factory?"
Ron glanced at Roya, his determined gaze gradually losing its pretense, his sallow and thin face growing even more ashen, and he spoke in a low voice incongruous with his age:
"I'm going to find my sister."
A month ago, my nine-year-old sister suddenly measured a blood energy level of 79. She was extremely excited and wanted to become an extraordinary person like me to share the burden of the family.
So, I scraped together 100 gold coins and enrolled her in the Arden Extraordinary Factory.
As a result, I never received a reply from my sister when I wrote to her. I was very worried about her, so I decided to go and see her.
Luo Ya frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.