Of course, in addition to their role in warfare, Triceratops are also an important means of production for the Wild Ada. Although their meat is not as delicious as Megalodon, it is enough for daily diet. After all, Megalodon is
So many, and they are also the main food source for carnivorous dragons. The reproductive efficiency of Triceratops is very high. The female dragon can give birth to 8-12 pups at a time, which will mature in 3-4 years. Therefore, the number is extremely large and the brilliance is huge.
There are more than 300,000 of them.
Then there are all kinds of small dragons, the most common of which is a small herbivorous dragon that runs on four legs and has a long crest on its head. They are called velociraptors, and they are the main means of transportation and beasts of burden for the Wild Adas.
Because the muscle fibers are very rough, they are generally not used for food and are mostly used to feed carnosaurus. However, they are mostly kept as pets and will not be slaughtered. In addition to endurance and speed, this kind of dragon also has a very developed brain and can understand some relative concepts.
Complex passwords, but they are very timid and easily frightened, so they cannot be used as war beasts.
At this time, Soshyan suddenly had a question.
Why are there no large carnivorous dragons?
It seems that the largest carnivorous dragon he saw was the albino Clawsaurus (the name of the Linnaean Kingdom for carnivorous dragons) that Valentinolavicz rode. After that, there was no larger carnivorous dragon, only one kind.
Smaller carnivorous dragons called thiefosaurs were used as hunting dogs.
Regarding Soshyan's question, Valentinolavic just asked a rhetorical question.
"Your Highness, what do you think the use of this kind of dragon is?"
Soshyan thought about it, and it seemed that it was the case. Small carnivorous dragons are fast and flexible, and are still useful in forests or other complex terrains, but large carnivorous dragons don't seem to have these advantages, and their power seems to be very powerful on the battlefield.
It is difficult to show this, unless they have a strong body that can withstand heavy firepower like mountain dragons, but this means that this kind of dragon must also be extremely huge...
"After all, our real weapons are prism cannons, star darts, lasers, and even dimensional cannons. These weapons obviously only work on the herbivorous dragons with stronger load capacity. The minions of the large carnivorous dragons cannot give us much on the battlefield.
How helpful.”
Valentinolavic smiled and pointed at his head.
"Your Highness, just because we live a simpler life does not mean that our minds are also simple. I know what enemies we may face. Some things that look bluffing are actually not practical. Besides,
Raising a large carnivorous dragon means how much meat will be consumed in a day, which will put a lot of pressure on the dragons. The Mother Goddess has given us inexhaustible resources, but it does not mean that we can squander it wantonly. A world can bear
After all, there is a limit to the number of dragons."
"It seems I took it for granted."
After that, Soshiyang even walked around on the back of the mountain dragon. I have to say that standing on the back of such a giant creature was still very shocking, even more shocking than standing on a Titan. In addition to the psychic Soshiyang,
I can't find any reason for this creature to move.
Not long after seeing the dragons, Soshyan received news that Veronica was coming, so he led the team to the Wishing Island to greet her.
In a galaxy far away light years away, the hive world of Pombalo is suffering terrible sufferings. Cultists beating human skin drums and blowing leg bone horns are reveling in the blood-soaked streets, and the spiers and walls are covered with nails.
Disfigured corpses, twisted figures constantly running fast in the shadows, Slaanesh banshees dancing on the stage where corpses were piled up, while the surrounding cultists who dug out their own eyes were clapping wildly, Slaanesh beasts will be alive
The "head" is strung on the tongue as if tasting the sweetness of the last moment.
Many buildings are burning and exploding. In addition to terrible screams and singing, there are also sporadic gunfire sounds in the air. It seems that there are still resisters persisting.
But since the arrogant and lustful governor mobilized almost all the troops on the planet to launch an inexplicable expedition, it has lost all ability to resist.
Just when the planet's surface was suffering, several ships were floating in the orbit of the planet, surrounded by the wreckage of the broken space station. Their appearance was ghostly purple, and some parts were stained with flesh-like attachments, and there were many painful things.
The face was surging above, and a vague number 3 could be vaguely seen on the faded golden bow part.
In the bridge passage, which was hung with human skin tapestries and covered with human bones on the ground, the tapping of high heels suddenly sounded, and then the demons hidden in the shadows snickered.
The candles inserted into the throats of the half-dead slaves were lit one by one, and the lavender light drove away the darkness and illuminated a enchanting figure.
She has a coquettish face, a tall nose showing unparalleled confidence, bright eyes with snake-like yellow vertical pupils, and charming plump lips that are as ruddy and charming as rose petals soaked in morning dew.
The shallow, mocking arc looked like a superior queen scorning the slave kneeling at her feet. Her waist-length, supple purple-black hair covered her bare white back.
She wore an armor that resembled the style of a Battle Sister, but had been twisted and tainted by the will of Slaanesh. It was decorated with the blasphemous symbols of Chaos and Slaanesh, and it clung to the hot and plump body. The shoulders were narrow and the chest was narrow.
Her body is plump, with a thin waist, wide hips, and plump thighs. The overall appearance is as curvy as a gourd, and there are no nails covering her inner thighs and chest. People's eyes are uncontrollably attracted to that dazzling whiteness. When she steps forward,
As she walked with an enchanting pace, her two huge legs fixed by the armor rippled gently like bags filled with water, and her round buttocks and slender legs formed a perfect curve, and finally stood on her black pointed high heels.
Achieve perfect closure.
Hanging from her loose belt was a bolter and a long sword, the blade of which was stored in a scabbard made of the skin of her former comrades.
The propaganda of the National Church has always been that the Battle Sisters are always loyal to the Emperor. Their hearts are as solid as gold and stone. No one will betray, and no one will fall. Even the Inquisition cannot find any Battle Sisters who have fallen.
example of.
But in fact, this was a shameful lie that the Ecclesiarchy tried hard to cover up. Mireel Sabashot was the first person to expose this lie. She was once a battle nun and was captured by a Chaos Lord of Slaanesh and endured a difficult time.
After imaginary torture (perhaps various heavy-mouthed books?), she finally abandoned the Emperor and became a follower of Slaanesh. In order to destroy this bad special case, the State Church sent many nun teams to try to hunt her down, but they all ended in failure.
There is no return, and until now she is the most secretly wanted criminal of the state church, and reminds every battle sister who knows her existence that their faith is never as strong and pure as they imagined.
Soon, she walked into a splendid bridge. If you ignored the slaves who were fixed on the candlesticks and weapon racks on the bridge, the decoration here was very tasteful.
Some guards wearing purple Terminator armor can be seen everywhere on the bridge. They are as motionless as statues. There are also some figures in black robes on the bridge. They are followers of the Dark Mechanicus who are in charge of the equipment. In addition,
Outside, it is difficult to find anything that can be called a "living person" here. Most of the crew members are directly fixed at their posts, with pipes inserted into their bodies to replace all eating and excretion functions. Some even have their entire lower body
Cut off just to save some space.
There is a purple tent in the center of the bridge, and a towering figure can be vaguely seen sitting on a throne that seems to be composed of countless limbs.
The coquettish fallen nun walked to the tent, knelt down on her knees, and said in a voice as sweet as honey:
"My lord, the great Whisperer Balzaft, all slave decks have been filled, and every ounce of flesh and blood has found its place~"