Un mégalodon revient dans l’océan moderne avec la puissance d’un ancien roi. Mais entre les proies trop rapides, les orques organisées, les cargos humains et la disparition des grandes baleines, il découvre que ce monde n’obéit plus aux règles de son époque.#france🇫🇷paris #pourtoiii #animation #cartoon #megalodondesmers

And if you throw a cotton in the modern ocean, would you come back to the sea? You open your eyes, your head is still confused. What you see is not the ocean you know, the around you are cold and cold. It brings a strange smell. And above all, the ballad that you came to capture at Disparu, you do not understand nothing. You ask yourself whether you have been able to land. But you do not have the time to think. In your brain, there is nothing left. The end, not a few days. A child of 3,600,000 years. You observe the surroundings. A little further. A band of tonjounes research its formation. You accelerate from the depths. But the board disappears instantly. The time you return, they have already disappeared. A tonjoune can reach 75 km/h. You, you swim around 35 km/h. You can not catch them. And sometimes, you do not even need to follow them. You are caught at the point in lost identity. Before, this kind of prey will have a deserves to be stuck in between. You then repair an otari that comes in the water. You descend to the bottom. You take the risk. You take the perfect angle. Then you throw it like a missile. But the otari sees you in the last two seconds. His body is still alive like if he had received a charge. And obviously, you will be able to. You charge once again. But at the surface. The otari is indeed a manoeuvre that you have never seen in your entire life. She glises on the side. And disappears in a zone of too much depth for you. You stay stupid. You start to doubt. The tons are fast. Not yet. But why an otari? This small snack would have come all alone in your head. And it has also become difficult to catch. You can not know it. In 3,600,000 years. These animals were chasing by the big white rocks. And they have invested all their points of evolution in agility. The otari moderns are much more supple than their ancestors. You. You measure 18 meters. You weigh 50 tons. And your structure will be made with the order of a field of field. You will have several times ahead of you, but you will have everything. The third day. You fall at the end of an occasion. You fall at the end of the day. You fall at the end of the day. And this time. You succeed. The end of the day is not your first time in your life. It's better than that of a fish. A single hole. And all your body will drown. With your head. You will have to live 100,000 calories per day. The equivalent of the daily routine of 50 adults. You must now try to eat without stopping. The big white rocks. Review how to work and push. A few days later. You enter a zone of death. The bottom is covered with fish meat. You believe in the end to be able to digest. But you are wrong. You eat a fish. And the mouth is so violent. That you eat the end to eat a few days later. These fish are dead because of humans. Industrial pollution. And a red Sea. Your instinct immediately means that something is wrong. You leave the area as soon as possible. On the next day in this world. You meet a young rock-al-boss guy. He does not measure that 8 meters. His movements are at the right. Your instinct to survive instinctively. The bullets at the end of the day. Here you have our ears. You start to plunge. You pass through. In his eyes. Then you use the speciality. The vertical drop. You need water with your head. And you still have 50 tons of water at the top of a living table. You explode directly the thoracic box. His heart. It is a physical domination. You are 30 tons of strength to die on this branch of a single layer. You are in the middle of the base of a window. A drop in his hot water in your throat. That's because during the last time your body didn't know you for too long. At the time, the eels of the kingdom. The center of their world was filled with small and medium-sized bullets. Like the Cetothers. These bullets were of real blood without bullets. The tubes were risky. And they were completely perfect. The enormous need for the daily body of the eels of three months later. You cross a big white smoke. The interaction between you two lasts for eight seconds. The white smoke is coming. You understand that you do more than three times a length. And you immediately turn around. You never look back at him. This scene hides two cruel truths. First, at the time of the Megalodons. The big ones have already existed. During the Glacier Periods. When the temperature is reduced. The big ones. The smaller ones. The smaller ones. And more agile. We wanted the medium-sized bullets to depend on the young Megalodons. They literally pushed the Megalodons to the extinction. Secondly, if the big white smoke is today on the modern ocean. It is only because the Megalodon has disappeared. Now that the Megalodon comes back. The big white has to abandon the hot waters. The big white ones that fall down near the islands. They are forced to migrate to the coldest of the north. A month later. You're looking for something to eat. Soudin. You feel a regular vibration coming from far into the water. You don't have any external noise. But you don't have any internal noise. And the lines are on your body. Forms one of the radar-based the most terrifying of the ocean. You can detect the movements a few kilometers. You feel like a group of nourishers move towards you. They are close. And yet. Soon, white and white silhouettes appear in front of you. You never saw these creatures. But you are three to four times bigger than each of them. Your instinct will open your eyes. More than two hundred in size. The group of Orcs will stop at 100 meters. Two groups not on your side. Another remains in the face. For the first time. You realize that you have spent three directions at the same time. There are 3,600,000 years. No creature could encircle like this. This strategy asks the group to change their positions in real-time. It's the privilege of the social experts. A shock or tempted. The impact of Orcs doesn't come back to you. On the contrary. The strength of the return of your enormous body leads you to the coast. A big white of two tons may be easily pierced by orcs. And fall in tonic immobility. But you. You are a monster of 50 tons of muscles. You profit from the lands. And you break your Christmas tree. You turn your head. You open your mouth. And a explosion of 100 percent in water. You prepare for a group attack. But the orcs go crazy. It remains 50 meters. They make their calculations. The big white ones. They can climb them almost without risk. But it's a giant of 18 meters. The body can cut all the group. It doesn't make any sense. They escort their fellow injured. Then you retire. You win. You come to impose your authority on the modern ocean. you have proved that the individual king is a contestable of deep sleep.