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…Those drops of saliva, possessing strong corrosive properties and high temperature, dripped from the dragon’s maw, passed through the layered canopy, and finally landed on the moss-covered tree roots.
With a soft *sizzle*, the emerald-green fern leaves instantly withered and turned charred black, emitting a pungent wisp of smoke, startling a camouflaged insect that took flight like a dead leaf.
For the predator atop the tree, this was just an insignificant pre-meal interlude.
Balthazar’s abyss-like vertically-slitted pupils were not fixed on the group of strong, protected adult individuals gathered at the center.
His gaze, like the most precise fire-control radar, locked onto a sub-adult Triceratops at the herd’s edge, one that had strayed slightly from the main group due to its craving for tender shrubs.
That big fellow weighed about five to six tons.
Its gray-green skin was covered in rough, pebble-like nodules.
Although its three long horns hadn’t yet reached their full adult length, they were still sufficient to pierce the armor of a Jeep.
It remained blissfully unaware of the death descending from the sky, still wagging its short, stubby tail and chewing on juicy plants.
*BOOM——!*
Without any warning, not even a dragon’s roar.
The towering ancient tree that had supported Balthazar for several minutes suddenly shook violently.
A torrent of leaves fell like a rainstorm.
Amidst the swirling green leaves, a bolt of black lightning tore through the humid, hot air, carrying the terrifying kinetic energy of a falling meteorite as it plummeted straight toward the lone Triceratops.
His five-meter-long body, aided by gravity and the dragon wings he abruptly tucked in at the last moment to reduce drag, pulled a visible white shockwave through the air.
By the time the Triceratops finally sensed the soul-shaking, terrifying air pressure from above and tried to lift its head, it was far too late.
*CRACK!!!*
It was the sound of the most direct, most brutal collision between metal and bone.
Balthazar did not use his fiery breath.
Instead, leveraging the immense potential energy from his hundreds-of-meters-high dive, he directly drove his rear claws—comparable to heavy-duty hydraulic clamps—with precision and ruthlessness into the Triceratops’s broad neck frill joint, precisely the location of its spine.
The originally indestructible keratinous frill, which could even withstand Tyrannosaurus bites, shattered like a crisp biscuit before this blow capable of pulverizing rock.
Accompanied by a spine-chilling sound of bone fracture, the multi-ton beast didn’t even have time to scream before its massive body collapsed to its knees with a thunderous crash. Read this novel at novelping . com for the best experience.
Its limbs instantly lost command from the brain, leaving only the muscles twitching meaninglessly.
Black-red blood gushed like a fountain from the shattered cervical vertebrae, splattering onto Balthazar’s dark iron-colored chest plates.
However, the moment this scalding dinosaur blood contacted the Ferro-Dragon’s perpetually high-temperature scales, it emitted a *hiss* of boiling, transforming into a layer of blood-red steam that enveloped this otherworldly monster in a mist of gore.
*ROOOAR——!!!*
Only then did the distant Triceratops herd react.
They let out frightened and furious roars.
The strong males instinctively began forming a defensive circle, attempting to use their forest of long horns to resist this black demon descending from the sky.
But Balthazar didn’t even glance at them.
His barbed dragon claws dug deep into the flesh and blood of the prey beneath his feet, pinning the still-twitching corpse firmly into the mud like securing a dinner plate.
Then, his maw full of sharp teeth opened to its limit, and he took a savage bite at the exposed, tender red meat of the severed neck.
*RIIIP——*
A large chunk of still-throbbing, bright red muscle, complete with skin and tendons, was torn away by brute force.
*Gulp.*
No chewing was needed.
The chunk of meat, weighing dozens of kilograms, slid directly down his long-parched esophagus.
That long-absent, warm sensation full of vital energy instantly exploded within his stomach.
This wasn’t cold metal, nor was it dull magical crystals.
This was blood, flesh, the most primal fuel of life!
Balthazar’s vertically-slitted pupils, previously dulled by hunger, suddenly shone with a terrifying intensity.
He emitted a low, satisfied, and greedy growl from his throat, then buried his head again, beginning a frenzied feast upon the massive corpse.
Under that terrifying aura mixed with draconic majesty and the scent of blood, not a single Triceratops in the surrounding herd dared to approach.
*Huff…
Huff…*
Balthazar had just swallowed the last mouthful of tender neck meat from that sub-adult, but this was merely an appetizer.
The hunger that had been slightly soothed was now like a malevolent spirit fully awakened by the scent of blood, roaring with even greater greed within his furnace-like stomach.
He abruptly raised his head.
His dark iron maw, smeared with blood and meat scraps, twitched slightly in the air.
His vertically-slitted pupils instantly contracted to needle-points, piercing through the chaotic dust of the fleeing herd to lock firmly onto the largest target.
It was an old-timer that had clearly lived a long time.
Its body length approached nine meters, like a moving hillock.
Its deep brown skin was covered in battle scars, and a corner of its frill was even missing—clearly a survivor, a king from countless battles over mating rights and against predators.
Even while fleeing, it remained at the rear of the group, using its three thick horns, like battering rams, to drive the agitated juveniles forward, attempting to maintain order within the herd.
[Old fellow…]
Observing all this, the corner of Balthazar’s mouth twisted into a ferocious grin, revealing rows of sharp teeth still dripping with scalding blood droplets.
[The meat… must be… very chewy.]
*BOOM!*
The ground trembled violently.
Balthazar did not spread his wings.
At this distance, taking flight would waste time.
He chose the most primitive and most violent method of pursuit—a charge.
His limbs exerted force.
His five-meter-long steel body, like an out-of-control heavy armored train, directly smashed through a boulder blocking his path.
Carrying unstoppable momentum, he lunged toward the old leader’s flank.
The old Triceratops clearly sensed the killing intent from behind.
It let out a long, low bellow like a steam whistle.
It did not choose to continue fleeing but instead displayed the decisiveness of a leader.