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“This is a… vibrant planet,” Tarasin remarked as he recorded his observations.

Not far from him, several velociraptors tilted their heads, curiously examining the skeleton before them.

In today's Warhammer universe, it's rare to find such a vibrant native planet.

Of course, Katachon is an exception, but the environment there is so harsh that it's unbearable, and no one would want to go to Katachon and compete with plants for air.

On the new planet that Chirza discovered, in addition to the dinosaurs she brought, there were also some human-like indigenous inhabitants and their animal friends.

However, since these genetically modified dinosaurs arrived here, the protozoa have suffered catastrophic losses, as they are simply no match for the dinosaurs that the Tek humans have carefully trained.

"Croak!" Suddenly, a giant devil frog hopped to Tarasin's feet, raised its head, and stared wide-eyed at the Tek hoversail that was parked next to Tarasin.

Taracin quickly noticed the devil frog. After a moment of contemplation, he retrieved a dimensional cage from his dimensional space.

"Croak!" (An indescribable, mournful cry from a frog)

The Tek hovers into the air, and the three velociraptors on the ground exchange a glance before walking to where the Devil Frog had been.

The devil frogs have disappeared; they'll have to find other prey.

Beside a tranquil riverbank, clear water flows gently.

Schools of coelacanths swam leisurely by, their plump bodies gleaming with an alluring sheen, as if beckoning to the people on the shore.

Every coelacanth is so plump and delicious; even the smallest one is enough to feed a family, not to mention the enormous ones that are no less than human size.

However, despite how tempting these coelacanths are, the indigenous people on the shore dare not easily go forward to catch them.

Because the newly arrived fish are not only coelacanths, but also giant piranhas that can bite off a human's thigh in one bite, and saber-toothed salmon that are no less ferocious than piranhas.

Those careless indigenous people have become bones in the river, and the Blood River incident has left an indelible shadow on their hearts.

When the coelacanth was first discovered, the indigenous people were overjoyed.

They rushed into the river, and at least dozens of people had gathered in the middle of the river.

They were excitedly and enthusiastically hunting coelacanths, completely unaware that some extremely dangerous predators were stealthily approaching.

These enormous piranhas began their meal, and the blood of the natives flowed freely in the river. Their terrified screams were mercilessly swallowed up by cheers, until the people on the riverbank realized that something was wrong.

This brutal massacre, led by giant piranhas and aided by enraged saber-toothed salmon, lasted for several tens of minutes. None of the indigenous people who were chasing coelacanths in the middle of the river survived; they all became food for the piranhas.

This event was later called the Blood River Incident by the indigenous people. Since the Blood River Incident, the world they knew has gradually drifted away from them, and the ancient overlords of the earth have completely destroyed their confidence and pride.

“Not an endangered species.” After scanning the native savage with his right hand gripping the hovering sail, Tarasin continued flying into the distance.

The native savages on the ground saw the Tek hoversail flying by, their eyes shining, and they quickly prayed to the "shooting star".

Tarachin swept across the lush green forest, searching for native creatures of the planet.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from not far away. Tarasin looked at the few new collectibles and flew towards the direction from which the roar came.

The roar came from a Giganotosaurus, which still retained the size of the bio-weapon in the Genesis database.

The 43-meter-long Giganotosaurus roared at the fearful natives before it, like a moving mountain. Its solid body smashed through the trees blocking its path, leaving deep footprints with each step, and with an unparalleled sense of oppression, it walked step by step toward the natives who were throwing spears at it.

Many of the indigenous people were trembling; they had never seen such a terrifying beast before!

But they could not retreat, for behind them lay their village. If they could not stop the Giganotosaurus, then the old, young, and women of the village would have no chance of escaping its gaping maw.

As for the wooden wall they built, they didn't believe that the giant beast could be stopped by wood.

Tarasin witnessed this as they ran and threw spears.

"Ah, protecting the village from the jaws of a giant beast, risking their lives to protect their families, what a magnificent scene," Tarasin exclaimed, watching the elderly, children, and women being escorted by another group of people.

He took out a new dimensional cage; this time, at least he had some decent collectibles.

As space shifted, everything became distorted.

The roaring southern giant dragon, its body as large as a small mountain, seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart with each roar.

And then there was that brave indigenous youth, though afraid, his eyes shining with determination as he wanted to protect the people behind him.

The men, women, and children who left the village were filled with fear and despair; they did not know what the future held for them.

A young indigenous man tried to escape on his own, but was stopped and questioned by the others.

And the old man who wanted to fight the Giganotosaurus—his courage is admirable.

Their villages, land, and sky trembled at the roar of this terrifying beast.

However, none of that matters anymore.

Because they have all been captured by Tarashin and imprisoned in a dimensional cage, these poor creatures will become exhibits in his museum.

If needed, time will continue to cycle in this space, showing the various possible outcomes they may face.

Satisfied with the qualified collectible, Taracin put away the dimensional cage and continued his journey to another world.

No one cares about the fate of these indigenous people.

When Khirzach discovered that these indigenous peoples' genes were vastly different from those of humans, and that they only looked very similar, he completely lost interest in them and no longer cared about their lives.

After all, she neither needed these indigenous beliefs nor wanted them to entertain her.

For her, preserving some of the genetic information of these indigenous peoples would be the greatest act of kindness.

These uninhabited natives once considered this place paradise, but now they can only find a small space to live among these ancient overlords from Earth.

Their lives became difficult as these powerful creatures began to rule the land.

The world seemed to have undergone a dramatic transformation overnight, turning from a paradise into a green hell.

However, none of this mattered to Tarachin.

He didn't care about the fate of these indigenous people; he only cared about whether they could provide valuable exhibits.

In his museum, he has collected all sorts of objects and scenes, with time differences between these collections sometimes reaching tens of thousands of years.

His museum displays historical events, with each exhibit representing a memory of an era.

And the participants in those historical scenes are found within their "works".