Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 438 - 138: The Sorrow of the Brachiosaurus_1

Chapter 438: Chapter 138: The Sorrow of the Brachiosaurus_1

After sending off Heizi, Yan Fei was ready to continue exploring the new map, only to realize that he might not be able to do so.

In the world of dinosaurs, killings happen every second. As Yan Fei uncovers more and more territory, both day and night offer scenes of various hunting struggles, provided he keeps an eye on them.

The violent cycle of predator and prey is dictated by the significant differences in size. Some battles could end in mere seconds, while others could last hours, even days.

What Yan Fei was witnessing now was one of those hunts that wouldn’t end anytime soon.

In the pure realms of nature, there is no hierarchy among living creatures. A small misstep could lead to smaller creatures being crushed under the colossal weight of a dinosaur, while the same enormous creatures could hang by a thread due to seemingly insignificant accidents.

An incident like this had happened a few days ago.

A Nedoceratops, while being hunted by a group of Carcharodontosaurus, had bumped into a Brachiosaurus in its frantic attempt to escape. The Nedoceratops died instantly, relieving it from the troubles of survival. But the poor Brachiosaurus had been dealt a bad hand.

The Brachiosaurus was now roaring in fury, circled by some unwelcome visitors.

While Brachiosaurus moved constantly in search of food, they did not always move in the same direction. Most creatures need to ensure access to a constant food supply, even when migrating, following the same path whenever possible.

Herbivorous dinosaurs strive daily to consume as many fresh plants as they can; carnivorous ones, however, spend most of their time patrolling their territories. They aim to secure a vast territory from intruders and not miss a single opportunity to hunt within it.

The ferocious Carcharodontosaurus were no exception.

The Brachiosaurus who was now in distress was surrounded by a group of them, who might have caused its injury in the first place.

A healthy Brachiosaurus would usually not be on the Carcharodontosaurus’ target list, but this one was injured. Now, they saw their opportunity.

Since the Brachiosaurus got hurt, a few days had passed. One of the two horns from the Nedoceratops that was embedded in its leg had come out. The other was still lodged deep within the wound. Although it stopped bleeding, the injury still significantly impeded its movement.

This injury had caused it to leave the herd and face the Carcharodontosaurus alone.

By the time Yan Fei noticed this hunt, it could have been going on for half a night or even longer. The Brachiosaurus had sustained several ghastly injuries. Some wounds had stopped bleeding, others were fresh with blood still seeping out, the scents of which excited the Carcharodontosaurus even more.

Despite the roars of the Brachiosaurus, the Carcharodontosaurus knew it had strayed from its herd. They were not worried about the roars - they casually circled it, gradually weakening it.

Time slowly passed. The alert and agitated Brachiosaurus now showed signs of fatigue.

This tiny sign of weakness was like a call to arms for the Carcharodontosaurus. Without even communicating amongst themselves, they attacked simultaneously.

One Carcharodontosaurus took the lead, lunging at the Brachiosaurus from behind. It immediately retreated as soon as the dinosaur’s tail swung over. Taking advantage of the lull, another Carcharodontosaurus swiftly struck.

The contact was brief, yet in that fleeting moment, the sharp teeth tore a large piece of flesh from the Brachiosaurus. It wolfed down the piece of flesh and roared in ecstasy.

Stimulated by the blood and food, the Carcharodontosaurus became increasingly aggressive. They flexed their advantage of being more agile than the Brachiosaurus, jumping around and continuously attacking it. This effectively exhausted the Brachiosaurus, rendering its counterattacks futile.

The Brachiosaurus’ long tail flailed in the air, setting off echoing sounds in the wilderness. In its confusion, it tried several times to bring its forelimbs down on its foes, but the massive creature could never crush the agile Carcharodontosaurus.

When the dinosaur’s massive hind legs hit the ground, the earth seemed to tremble. Yet, the agile Carcharodontosaurus had already dispersed, taking advantage of the moment it struggled to steady itself and launched a fresh round of attacks.

In the face of the Brachiosaurus, the Carcharodontosaurus seemed like dwarves beside a giant. However, the giant was now being attacked mercilessly by the dwarves due to its clumsiness.

From afar, they looked like fleas jumping around, seizing every opportunity to rip chunks of meat from the Brachiosaurus. Yet who would have imagined that these flea-like creatures each measured several meters in length and weighed several tons!

The mighty dragon is now covered in wounds, with shocking injuries scattered all over its body, ceaselessly spouting fresh blood from torn gashes. It is roaring, it is resisting.

Like thunder, its roars echo through the wilderness, causing any dinosaur which hears the sound to distance itself from the source, yet this does nothing to alleviate its own crisis.

Most probably sensing victory is near, the Carcharodontosaurs have been attacking more frequently, growing more audacious. Just then, the injured dragon’s long tail swings again, striking a Carcharodontosaur who was overly greedy and somewhat impatient in its jump. Unsurprisingly, the predator which has nowhere to fall back to is hurled away like a bag of sand.

Still, this Carcharodontosaur soon gets back up and, vexed to the point of anger, rejoins the offensive.

Had it been the dragon during its prime, this blow might have seriously injured the Carcharodontosaur, rendering it even unable to stand. However, the now wounded dragon, despite using all its remaining strength, can’t inflict serious damage to the Carcharodontosaurs anymore.

On the contrary, this feeble attack of the dragon made the Carcharodontosaurs realize that their prey was no longer a threat to them.

Then, more of them madly pounce, and soon, several Carcharodontosaurs clung onto the dragon’s enormous body - like blood-sucking gadflies, making it hard for the dragon to keep its balance.

Accompanied by a thunderous crash, like a collapsing mountaintop, the dragon finally falls.

When the dragon falls, the Carcharodontosaurs swiftly sidestep and, before they can let out a victorious cry, they dive into the dust raised by the dragon’s collapse, their large mouths lunging towards its body.

The Carcharodontosaurs feeding are ruthlessly fierce. The largest, most powerful one claims the best and most plentiful part of the dragon’s body. The others look elsewhere, locating their favored parts and beginning to wolf down the food.

The phrase ’wolf down’ doesn’t do justice to these big creatures’ gorging. They’re far larger than wolves and tigers, so if one had to describe it, it would be greed, a greed that words cannot express.

Apart from the leader who naturally has the first pick of the food, the other Carcharodontosaurs are eating while attacking one another, constantly growling at their pack mates, trying to command a larger feeding territory.

They seem to have forgotten that the dragon’s head is still attempting to lift, its tail still hitting the ground like a giant whip, causing clouds of dust to rise, as it sends out mournful cries.

Because the dragon’s neck is the leanest and toughest part, no Carcharodontosaur opts to take this spot.

This means no Carcharodontosaur has fully cut off the dragon’s lifeline. These naturally ferocious predators are tearing chunks of flesh from the creature as it screams in agony.

The sight is cruel and bloody.

The dragon’s vast body continuously tremors on the ground, Its long neck and tail lift off the ground a few times only to fall heavily back down. Its roars of pain spread out across the open wilderness...

Thankfully, a pair of eyes watches this scene from a unique viewpoint.

Just as the Carcharodontosaurs are savoring their meal, a loud sound thuds. The earth trembles once more.

The crocodile king, Sarcosuchus, unmistakably appears in mid-air, biting down on the dragon’s neck, while it tried lifting its head with all its might, then, with the weight of its own body, expands the wound on the dragon’s neck.

The dragon’s weak point has been struck, it musters a last bit of strength in an attempt to shake off the Sarcosuchus’s massive mouth. However, its weak force now only expands the wound.

This might be better, as it will end its suffering sooner.

With such a large neck in its jaws, the Sarcosuchus’s signature death roll is useless here. It can only try its best to shake its head, aiming to end the dragon’s torment quickly.

The appearance of the Sarcosuchus caused the Carcharodontosaurs who were fighting over the food to pause. Then, these vicious hunters start growling, cautiously maintaining their guard against this abruptly appeared massive crocodile.

One side is the king of the marshes, the other the king of the land. It seems like a clash between both parties is inevitable.

Yet, the dragon, who has yet to draw its final breath, now seems insignificant in the eyes of both parties.