Gourmet Hunter (HxH Fanfic) Chapter 292 292 Falling From The Sky

From that day onward, Dove estimated that Sanbica's self-preservation state would last about five more days.

His judgnt was correct. Given Sanbica's hibernation-like consumption of Aura, she could indeed only hold out for around five days at that ti.

Today, Dove arrived outside the cell. The dark green zone that had once filled the entire cell had now shrunk to an area of about five ters around Sanbica, signaling that her Potential Aura were nearly depleted.

The ominous dark green substance, emitted through Nen, would naturally disappear once her Aura ran out.

Outside the cell, Dove quietly observed Sanbica, who was curled up with her knees hugged to her chest, and muttered to himself: "You are mine now."

Based on the current situation, in about two hours, the dangerous zone around Sanbica would vanish. After that, all he needed to do was remove Sanbica's prefrontal lobe, and her extrely dangerous Nen Ability would be his to wield.

"Don't worry, you'll always remain an independent individual." There was a gleam in Dove's eyes. He had no intention of rging Sanbica with a magical beast. Instead, he planned to fully exploit her ability.

Moreover, he wouldn't need to spend extra effort analyzing Sanbica's Nen Ability. As long as the Zombie Mushroom was implanted, uncovering its secrets would be effortless.

Tap, tap…

Footsteps echoed in the corridor. It was Shark, carrying a tallic longbow.

"Everything's ready. We can leave anyti."

She first glanced at Sanbica inside the glass cell, then looked at Dove.

"Wait a little longer." Dove said without even turning back.

"Because of this woman?" Shark asked.

"Yes, her Nen Ability is very useful." Dove said, and then chuckled softly, unable to hide his excitent.

Shark knew Dove never acted without reason. If he believed this woman's ability was worth the wait, then she truly held that value.

"How much longer?" Shark thought for a mont and asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe two hours, maybe three." Dove's eyes remained fixed on Sanbica. If one observes carefully, they would notice the dark green zone shrinking further.

"Fine. We'll wait for you at the submarine." Shark said.

Half an hour ago, the artificial creatures in the prison had been loaded into the submarine, which was docked directly beneath the prison, connected to the lake.

From there, it would navigate through the underwater channels beneath the island and out to the open sea.

The personnel of Clort Prison primarily used submarines as their main ans of transportation, avoiding unnecessary risks by steering clear of traversing the island itself.

Shark turned and left, leaving only Dove and Sanbica in the cell.

This organization, which had a grudge against Netero, seed to have made long-term preparations for so kind of plan. They infiltrated the prison and hid in it, until today when they finally made their move.

At this ti, the prison continued to operate as usual, and the guards outside remained stationed in layers, completely unaware that their warden was about to abandon them.

…

Far on the horizon, a dark line appeared, moving toward Demon Island.

The dark clouds churned and rolled, lightning snakes flickering within the layers, rivaling the raging waves below. A storm was brewing.

Suddenly, a figure burst through the black clouds, weaving through the bolts of lightning striking the sea as it headed toward the distant outline of an island.

That figure was the Zoldyck Family's dragon, and standing atop the back of its neck was Law.

They had originally been flying above the clouds, and relying on the navigation, they estimated that they were almost at their destination, so they flew below the clouds. However, they did not expect that a storm was brewing below the clouds.

However, the outline of Demon Island was already visible. It wouldn't take long to reach the island, so there was no need to climb back above the clouds.

The dragon flew very fast, and in about ten minutes, it left the storm behind.

Standing on the dragon's neck, Law turned to glance at the dark, tempestuous sky and sea before fixing his gaze on the distant island with solemn expression.

Demon Island is very large, but fortunately, Sanbica's ssage had specified the location.

Swoosh…

Kuro erged from the back of Law's hand and sat on his shoulder.

At that mont, the guards within the walls of Clort Prison remained heavily fortified, with watchtowers and various areas manned by fully ard personnel.

These guards seed to be completely unaware of Dove's plan. Each of them had a stern face and faithfully perford their duties.

"A storm, huh..."

In the area facing south, a guard noticed the dark line on the horizon.

Once one person spotted it, others soon followed.

But soon, they saw another small black dot.

"A bird?"

Soone muttered under their breath.

The black dot in the distant sky was still a long distance away from the prison, but in the eyes of these guards, it slowly grew larger.

About twenty minutes later, the guards who had first noticed the dot could now barely make out the shape. It seed to be a dragon-type magical beast.

"It's a magical beast. We can't confirm yet if its path will take it near the prison. If it does, open fire once it's in range." One of the guards said coldly.

From afar, standing atop the dragon, Law could already see the guards on the walls and watchtowers raising their guns, aiming at him with hostility.

Law had planned to force his way into the prison in a straightforward manner, but he didn't expect that when they were still so distance away from the prison, the guards were already prepared to attack them.

The soldiers assigned to Clort Prison are all veterans who have experienced many wars, and their role had always been the sa.

War had no room for prisoners. Whenever enemies were captured, periodic purges were carried out.

The military would line up a hundred prisoners in front of a barbed wire fence, and a designated squad of soldiers would execute them by firing squad. The cycle repeated as they kill one batch, bring in the next. However, the executioners were always the sa n.

The prison guards in Clort Prison were these war veterans. They had long accustod to taking lives and have no respect to lives. In their eyes, killing an unrelated person was no different from crushing an ant.

Yes, these were n who could no longer fit into society. Places like Demon Island's Clort Prison were where they would spend the rest of their days.

Bang…!

Rat-tat-tat…!

As the flying dragon entered firing range, the guards along the walls and in the watchtowers pulled their triggers without hesitation.

Before firing, the sniper in the watchtower had spotted Law through his scope, but that didn't deter the attack. On the contrary, it gave them more reason to shoot.

The sniper's bullet was the first to cut through the sky, aid straight at Law on the dragon's neck. The submachine guns followed about ten seconds later, unleashing a storm of bullets toward the dragon.

These bullets containing killing intent were all stopped in mid-air by Law, but they were not reflected back.

"Take above the prison. Don't worry, I won't let any bullets hit you." Law threw all the bullets to the ground, then reached out and patted the dragon.

"Roar..." The dragon responded in a low growl.

Kuro translated, "He says no problem."

Law glanced at Kuro, then stared at the guards who kept firing bullets at them.

Since the other party attacked first, Law had enough reasons to kill them, but there was no need to rush. The threat of guns to him was zero, so he would take action based on the situation when he got to prison.

The guards poured a lot of bullets at the dragon, but found that the dragon remained unhard, leaving them baffled.

The dragon wasn't slow. It soon flew past the hail of bullets. Then, under the watchful eyes of the guards, it reached the airspace directly above the prison.

"Thank you."

Law thanked the dragon before leaping down toward the prison below.

The dragon raised its head and roared, then flew towards the distant mountains. Once Law was done, it would return to pick him up.

With Kuro in tow, Law plumted from a hundred ters in the air like a teor, crashing into the open ground inside the prison walls. A deafening explosion shook the earth as dust and debris scattered in all directions.

The guards on the walls and in the watchtowers coldly raised their guns, aiming at the dust cloud, and fired without hesitation.

Bullets were the cheapest commodity here, so there is no need to save them.

Moreover... Intruders? Kill! Jailbreakers? Kill!

…

anwhile, deep beneath the prison, in the submarine docking bay, Shark and her group not only felt the tremors, but also heard the thunderous impact.

Their symbol is the 'Flower of Death', and that flower was once the symbol of the Hunter Association's Seirin Group.