From Balthazar’s perspective, before the pillar of light had completely dissipated, a completely different atmosphere instantly enveloped his entire body like thick, warm water.
First, the sense of smell.
It was no longer the eternal, dead silence mixed with the smell of metal corrosion that existed above the god’s corpse.
Replacing it was an incomparably complex, incredibly vivid aura of life.
The fragrance of moist soil, the sweet, cloying scent of unknown tropical flowers, and the rich marsh gas produced by the accelerated decay of large amounts of plants in the high-temperature, high-humidity environment—all these scents mixed together to form a green wave that was almost suffocating, rushing into his lungs.
And beneath this complex background scent, there was also a hint of something extremely faint yet enough to make all his scales tremble: the rich, meaty aroma and musk of large living creatures.
Next was the sense of touch.
The air was thick and scorching.
Every breath felt like inhaling a ball of warm steam.
Fine, almost invisible drizzles of rain fell silently, hitting his cold, hard Ferro-Dragon scales.
Instead of bringing any coolness, they were instantly evaporated by the high heat of his dragon body, rising into wisps of faint white mist.
Beneath his feet was no longer hard bone plate or rock, but soft, slippery humus.
His giant dragon claws sank deep into it, kicking up a patch of black mud mixed with rotting fallen leaves.
Ultimately, the dragon from the Western fantasy world stood in an endless primeval jungle.
Above his head were giant ferns and unknown broad-leaved trees that blotted out the sky.
Their branches and leaves layered over one another, weaving into an airtight green canopy, leaving only a few dappled rays of sunlight to struggle through the gaps, casting swaying light spots on the moss- and giant fungus-covered forest floor.
The air echoed with the ceaseless chirping of insects and croaking of frogs, as if from another era, along with the sharp cries occasionally heard from afar, like the wailing of giant birds.
Everything seemed so primitive, wild, and full of unmasked vitality.
[Jurassic World: Isla Nublar (Post-Lockdown)]
Task Type: Hunting
Introduction: After the theme park of the International Genetic Technologies Corporation went out of control and was locked down, this island has completely turned into a paradise for dinosaurs.
They are walking mountains, moving meat lockers.
Risk Assessment: Medium.
Primary threats are the Indominus Rex and the militarized Velociraptor squad; other dinosaurs are purely beasts and do not possess high intelligence.
[Too humid…]
As a Ferro-Dragon, Balthazar felt that a layer of sticky moisture had covered his scales, which was very uncomfortable.
This feeling was a world of difference from the dry, warm environment on the god’s corpse, making him somewhat unable to adapt for a moment.
However, for Balthazar’s ravenous appetite, this place was heaven.
Every cell in his body was cheering for this rich aura of life.
That intense hunger now exploded, as if hot oil had been poured onto it.
His stomach was convulsing and contracting wildly, craving to fill this void with massive amounts of flesh and blood.
For a moment, he almost couldn’t control himself, wanting to rush directly into the depths of the jungle, following that strongest meaty aroma, and tear the first living creature he encountered to pieces.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, his scorching hot breath spraying out, blowing a patch of low-lying ferns in front of him so they shook violently.
Many top predators appeared in the movie Jurassic World.
Although he is a dragon now, he is ultimately only in his juvenile stage, with a body length of just over five meters, which is not enough to run rampant in a world where carnivorous dinosaurs over ten meters long exist.
Reason eventually overcame the dragon’s wild instincts.
He lifted his ferocious head and looked around.
The terrain of this jungle was too complex, his field of vision was severely limited, and moving on the ground was equivalent to being blind.
Must…
go to a high place.
After making up his mind, Balthazar did not hesitate at all. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
He took heavy steps toward the thickest, sky-high ancient tree nearby, which would require four or five people to encircle.
He did not climb nimbly like a monkey, but used a more direct, more tyrannical method.
“Crack—!”
His massive front claws, which looked as if they were cast from refined steel, carried the force of ten thousand tons and pierced deeply into the bark that was as rough as rock, forcibly digging into the trunk itself.
Accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of wood fibers snapping, his massive body began to climb upward in an unreasonable manner.
Every claw stroke left five terrifying claw marks deep enough to see the bone on the huge trunk, and large amounts of bark and wood chips fell like raindrops.
This was not climbing a tree; it was more like performing an inhumane slow slicing execution on this ancient tree.
Soon, he broke through the dense canopy and reached the top of the jungle.
The thick clouds felt within reach, and the vast, boundless green ocean stretched to the end of the horizon.
A murky, wide river meandered like a giant python, cutting through this primitive land.
In the distance, several volcanoes emitting black smoke loomed in the clouds and mist, outlining the skyline of the savage era.
His gaze began to greedily patrol this green ocean, searching for his target.
Soon, on an open meadow near the riverbank about two or three kilometers away, he saw a scene that made his dragon blood boil.
It was a massive dinosaur herd.
Dozens of creatures as large as heavy trucks were gathering there, possessing incredibly thick horny head shields and three deadly long horns pointing to the sky, gleaming with an ivory-like luster.
They were leisurely lowering their heads, using their hard beaks to graze on the low-lying plants on the ground, occasionally letting out one or two dull, cow-like low bellows.
Triceratops.
Those moving mountains of meat, in his vertical pupils that were slightly flushed with hunger, were automatically converted into the purest calories and protein.
From deep within Balthazar’s throat, a low rumble filled with longing and murderous intent escaped involuntarily.
His giant tongue extended from his mouth, slowly licking over his sharp fangs, and thick saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, burning small holes that emitted white smoke onto the leaves below him.
[The buffet… is served.]