Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 53: Horror

Wei Long’s consciousness swirled in a void of primal prehistoric engineered hunger and boundless insanity.

He had thought—no, he had convinced himself—that once his satisfaction and hydration reached fifty percent, his human mind would reclaim control.

That was the plan.

That was what should have happened.

But it didn’t.

Instead, the monstrous, Bio-engineered instinct that had overtaken his body remained in command.

His thoughts were nothing more than whispers in the body of this prehistoric looking creature, and his body moved on its own.

His mind tried hard to think.

"So how did I get back last time again?" he asked himself desperately.

A memory surfaced—Zou Fang.

He had tamed Zou Fang.

But that wasn’t an option now.

He wasn’t dealing with a human.

He wasn’t negotiating with a sentient being.

He was locked in battle with himself.

He tried to recall another time when he had regained control. But the instinct... it fought him.

The more he tried to remember, the more the haze thickened.

It was like trying to wade through knee-deep mud while a storm raged above.

It was infuriating.

It was terrifying.

And then the body moved again.

With a deafening roar that shook the land, the Bio-engineered tyrannosaurus charged forward, carving a path of destruction in this very forest.

The scent of blood, the stench of spiritual Dao essence, the overwhelming fear in the eyes of its prey—it devoured all of it.

Wei Long could do nothing but watch.

The sensation was nightmarish, as if he was strapped to the back of a runaway war beast, unable to steer or slow it down.

Then, the worst thing happened.

Ding!

A message appeared in his consciousness, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Warning!

Satisfaction: 95%.

Hydration: 94%.

Once Satisfaction reaches 100%, human consciousness will disappear!

Wei Long’s mind went blank for a moment.

Disappear?

Not temporarily. Not just overridden. But gone?

A surge of panic coursed through his whole human consciousness.

His heart—if he could still call it that—pounded against the walls of his existence.

He had been through countless battles, faced overwhelming odds, but never had he felt this kind of fear.

He had always fought for survival, but what was the point if he wasn’t even himself?

"No. No. NO! I am NOT losing myself!"

He struggled, clawing at the depths of his own mind, trying to grasp onto anything that could stop this madness. But it was like screaming into a storm.

The Bio-engineered instinct did not care. It did not hear him.

It only hungered.

A new target appeared.

A massive beast, its body twisted and mutated by demonic Dao essence, stood its ground. It was a monstrosity of flesh and shadow, pulsing with an aura of corruption. Yet, to the Bio-engineered instinct, it was nothing more than a toy.

Wei Long felt his body slow, not out of hesitation, but amusement.

The creature lunged.

The Bio-engineered tyrannosaurus sidestepped effortlessly, tail sweeping out like a battering ram.

The massive beast stumbled, but before it could regain balance, Wei Long’s body was upon it.

CRACK!

Jaws clamped down on the creature’s leg.

Bone shattered like dry wood.

A howl of agony split the air.

The Bio-engineered instinct didn’t kill immediately.

No, it toyed with its prey, dragging it across the ground, tossing it into the air like a plaything.

Wei Long felt sick.

This wasn’t hunting.

This wasn’t survival.

This was sadistic.

The beast tried to fight back, demonic energy surging as it clawed at the Bio-engineered tyrannosaurus. But Wei Long’s body was faster.

Stronger. It evaded with inhuman precision, tearing chunks of flesh away with each pass.

A deep chuckle rumbled from the throat of the dinosaur.

Wei Long froze.

That wasn’t just an animalistic sound.

That was... the same sound that wiped out his soldiers back on Earth.

It was then that he saw it—his own face, reflected in the blood pooling beneath him.

And it was grinning.

Ding!

Perfect meal consumed.

Satisfaction: 97%.

Hydration: 96%.

Wei Long’s heart dropped.

The grin widened.

Something was terribly, terribly going to happen.

Suddenly, something inside his body happened.

The Autumn Dragon Sect disciple body dissolved, and a crystal inside of the disciple broke.

…

High above the war-torn land, a group of cultivators, clad in the regal yet battle-worn robes of the Autumn Dragon Sect, soared through the sky atop a massive sword.

Their expressions were grim, their gazes sharp as they scanned the battlefield below.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt earth, mingling with the distant cries of those who still fought or fled.

One of the senior cultivators narrowed his eyes. "Look down there! Demonic cultivators, running like rats from a sinking ship!"

Without hesitation, they descended, the colossal sword slicing through the air like a divine decree.

The moment their feet touched the ground, the demonic path cultivators attempted to scatter, but they were too slow.

In an instant, the Autumn Dragon Sect cultivators unleashed their fury.

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Blades flashed, spells erupted, and fists struck with the force of thunder.

A young demonic cultivator barely had time to scream before a palm strike shattered his ribs.

Another fell to his knees as a sword tore through his shoulder, leaving him howling in agony.

The Autumn Dragon Sect cultivators were relentless—this was not a battle, but an execution.

The demonic cultivators could do nothing but suffer under their overwhelming might.

One by one, the demonic path cultivators fell, some slumping to the ground unconscious, others writhing in pain, their bodies broken beyond repair.

Yet, despite their defeat, their eyes still burned with defiance.

The leader of the Autumn Dragon Sect squad stepped forward, his presence like a mountain pressing upon the weakened foes. His cold gaze swept across the bloodied figures before him.

"Where are the in-name disciples? What have you done to them? And the sanctuary—what have you done?!"

A demonic cultivator, his face twisted in pain and madness, spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and let out a hoarse laugh.

"You think you can save them? The disciples of your sect will fall, one by one. It has already begun! The more you struggle, the more you will lose! Hahaha! Soon, your so-called righteous sect will crumble, and when your numbers dwindle, the demonic path will rise and claim what is rightfully ours!"

Another demonic cultivator coughed up blood, grinning with crimson-stained teeth. "You ask what we did? Hah! Why should we tell you anything? Watch, Autumn Dragon Sect! Watch as your foundation cracks and your disciples are reduced to mere pools of blood from the demonic beast’s claws!!"

Fury surgeg through the leader’s veins. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and, with a swift motion, ended their lives.

There was no need for further words.

Their fates were sealed the moment they chose to walk the demonic path.

As the bodies fell, the leader exhaled deeply, turning to the others beside him. His voice was steady but filled with a chilling determination.

"We cannot delay. The sect is under siege, and we must act swiftly. We will split into three groups. One will return immediately to report this situation to the elders.

"The second will scour the battlefield, eliminating any remaining demonic path remnants and ensuring no threats are left lurking in the shadows. The third group…"

He turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, where faint traces of corrupted energy lingered. "…will investigate the sanctuary. If the demonic cultivators have defiled it, we must cleanse it at once."

His fellow cultivators nodded, their expressions solemn.

However, just as they were about to move, one of them hesitated. He clenched his fists, his face pale. "Senior, may I decline? The life crystal of my younger brother… it just broke."

His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

Silence fell upon the group.

The leader looked at him, his expression unreadable.

The wind howled around them, carrying the scent of blood and ashes.

And in the distance, a prehistoric beast was about to cause destruction.