PFC Chapter 30, Phase 3, has ended; winter is approaching...
Chapter 30, Phase 3, has ended; winter is approaching...
Chapter 30, Phase Three, has ended; winter is approaching...
Commander Hua was stunned.
After a few seconds of silence, his voice turned somber.
Do I look mentally challenged to you?
"How many years has it been since Earth received a meteorite? If there were one, we would be finished long ago."
"Stop dreaming, okay?"
His tone was laced with suppressed anger.
"Lin Xia, I really don't know why you did this. If you had listened to us, none of this would have happened."
"Do you have a grudge against the Dragon Kingdom?"
On the other end of the phone, Lin Xia stopped eating sunflower seeds.
"Bullshit, that's because you guys are aiming for the top five."
His voice suddenly became very calm, so calm that it didn't sound like that of a senior high school student.
"I'm aiming for first place."
"Just watch how your Grandpa Crocodile does it, that's all."
beep.
The phone hangs up.
Commander Hua held the microphone, his hand hovering in mid-air, like a frozen sculpture.
The white-bearded scientist next to him asked a question softly, but he didn't hear it clearly. The words "I did it for the sake of..." kept echoing in his ears. They all looked at Lin Xia in the sky.
I don't know what gives him the right to say that!
The Dragon Kingdom area quieted down, while the cheers from the neighboring Eagle Kingdom area continued. Separated by a wall, they were two different worlds.
The scene shifts from the battlefield to the shallows where the original crocodile was located.
In the footage, the original crocodile herd has completely evolved into an amphibian.
A dozen or so animals lay motionless on the muddy bank, their limbs outstretched and bellies pressed against the ground, like lumps of dried, grayish-brown mud.
The other few had half their bodies submerged in the water, their bulging eyes sticking out of the water, and they remained motionless.
Small ornithischian dinosaurs hopped and skipped past them.
Early mammals were digging in the soil near their tails looking for insects.
The crocodiles didn't even lift their eyelids, as if their souls had left their bodies.
Chinese netizens were stunned.
[Is she dead? Why isn't she moving?]
[His eyes are still open, he shouldn't be dead—]
Wait, it moved! It moved! I was so scared, I thought it was really dead.
[No way, they just let small animals walk around them? What kind of Zen-like crocodile is this?]
It wasn't until a proto-crocodile on land suddenly opened its mouth and swiftly bit a passing juvenile ornithischian dinosaur that netizens in China finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's alive, not dead, and still hunting.
Then, looking at the crocodile's nonchalant and indifferent demeanor, they suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
[A bit cute—the kind of adorably silly kind.]
Why does the evolved Protocrocodile look so familiar? It's like I've seen it somewhere before.
I think so too.
Netizens in both the US and Japan burst into laughter upon seeing this.
[Is the original crocodile from the Dragon Kingdom acting out my slacking-off-duty behavior at work? Hahaha, it's exactly the same!]
[While everyone else is at war, you're just sitting here sunbathing and daydreaming. Is the Chinese nation here to be a joke?]
This little thing is quite cute, but cuteness is worthless in the face of fighting power~
[Chinese netizens think it's cute? Wait until the Dilophosaurus arrives and see if you're still laughing.]
The screen then switched to a group of skeletal dragons.
They finally reached the open area where the Dilophosaurus was, cautiously peeking out from the edge of the fern thicket, their bony plates gleaming dimly in the sunlight.
Several young skeletal dragons hesitated, making low, guttural noises.
That was tension, the instinctive fear of facing a top predator.
But the interference was still there, the instructions were still in effect, so they had to go in whether they wanted to or not.
However, Dilophosaurus completely ignored them.
Three Dilophosaurus, covered in scars and with bulging muscles, were tearing apart the carcass of a Ceratopsian, pulling large chunks of its internal organs from between its ribs, without even lifting their eyelids.
The skeletal dragon carefully lay down beside it, curling up into a ball, trying to make itself as inconspicuous as possible.
From then on, Dilophosaurus's daily routine seemed to be pre-programmed.
I wake up, eat, eat, sleep, occasionally stand up and walk a few steps, take a sip of water, and then lie down to continue sleeping.
They were too tired.
The first stage was injury, the second stage was battle, and the third stage was a bloody battle where one fought against a hundred.
Every scar tells everyone that these three Dilophosaurus crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
But their bodies are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The muscles swelled up again, the scabs on the wound fell off, revealing pink new skin.
Then they began to reproduce, and as time went by, offspring were born.
The cubs were only a few days old, but they were already a size larger than the other dinosaur cubs. Their fur was grayish, and their eyes had an innate ferocity.
What is inherited is the purest and most advanced predator gene.
Once they grow up, no creature on this continent will be able to rival them.
The golden text on the sky reappeared.
Phase 3 has ended.
[A minor natural disaster is about to begin. Please prepare accordingly.]
Only those who survived were eligible to enter the Cretaceous period (stage four).
Winter is coming.
Global Joint Command Center.
All the senior executives were stunned.
Minor natural disaster?
A cold winter?
The Heavenly Curtain had only mentioned two eras, six stages, and the five major natural disasters that followed, but it had never mentioned that there would be minor natural disasters between the stages.
The sudden change was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads; some were happy, and some were sad.
The high-ranking officials in the U.S. region were only stunned for a moment before regaining their confident composure.
Dilophosaurus is now the strongest predator on this continent, bar none.
Thick skin, dense muscles, and the survival instinct honed through bloody battles.
Cold? They're not afraid at all.
With such thick skin and such a strong body, it's freezing cold.
Hopkinley picked up his coffee cup, a slight smile playing on his lips. Winter was a disaster for small fry, but for a hegemon, it was just another season.
The other carnivorous dinosaur leaders weren't too worried either.
The Dimorphodon flew in the sky, going wherever it was warm.
The maniraptor had feathers, and although it couldn't fly, its short feathers provided enough warmth.
As long as there is a constant supply of food, the cold winter will not be a problem.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the herbivorous dinosaurs panicked.
Ceratopsian herd, Ankylosaurus herd, Cetiosaurus herd.
The third phase of the bloody battle had drastically reduced their population size; many had died, many had been wounded, and those remaining were either old, weak, sick, or disabled.
When winter comes, the grass and trees wither, where will the food come from?
That's the crux of the problem.
To make matters worse, they cried out for their parents.
The Indian high-ranking officials held their heads in their hands, while the Monkey high-ranking officials rubbed their palms together.
The executives of Hanscat stared at the lines of cold text on the screen, their lips trembling as they managed to squeeze out only a few words.
"It's over, it's really over—"
Igor, in the bear section, leaned back in his chair, expressionless, but his right hand kept clenching and unclenching.
Whale dragons are the most resilient among herbivores, but they had just finished a war, their population size had not yet recovered, and they were constantly being harassed, leaving their food reserves almost zero.
His gaze swept across the hall and landed on the high-ranking officials in the Eagle region who were chatting and laughing. A chilling intent flashed in his eyes.
The senior officials of Longguo District were also filled with despair.
"We're doomed—won't the crocodiles freeze to death when winter comes?"
"Freezing to death is a minor issue; food is the real problem. How long can the fish in the water survive? Once the water freezes over in winter, you won't even be able to catch any fish."
"And we can't go out to find food. Those carnivorous dinosaurs on the shore are starving. The moment the Proto-crocodile shows its face, it's like a free meal delivered to our door."
"Trapped in the water, cold and hungry, isn't this just waiting to die—"
Commander Hua listened silently, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, without saying a word.
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