Et si un prédateur vieux de 360 millions d’années revenait dans nos océans modernes ? Le Dunkleosteus possède une mâchoire parfaite, une armure terrifiante et une puissance explosive… mais face à un monde qui a évolué sans lui, ses plus grandes forces deviennent peu à peu ses faiblesses.#france🇫🇷paris #pourtoiii #animation #cartoon #predateurprehistorique

And if we relax a glass of oxygen in the sea in modern, could it find its place in the summer of the elementary school? Some part of the continental plateau of the Pacific West, a glass of oxygen comes from the planet. Just out of the world, it hides in a number of coral reefs, it measures 35 centimeters, and weighs around 4 kilos and half, in the sea in modern, it is all under the elementary school. But there are 360 million years, with this size, it would have already been one of the strongest of its sectors. At this moment, its core has seen a first signal, it is not at good temperature, in the depths of the supérieur. The temperature remained around 28 degrees, for a cold animal. It was perfect to keep its capacity at the maximum. But here, the height of 18 degrees, its relative metabolism, is what it would be. Its reflexes become slower, and the worst, is that it is the end. Its instinct is hidden under the rocks, and waiting for a fish, very quickly. A basket of sand passes forward, its core is a 30-million-year-old program that charges with its head, then jails like a bullet, its choice. But the basket of sand spreads instantly, it will completely be attacked. It does not understand what is coming to happen, in the menu of its ancestors. The fish are quite snagged at least 4 kilometers per hour. They count on everything on their crusts to defend themselves. It is enough to break, then death. Everything is played in less than a second. But a modern garden can be filled with 5 meters per second, and its radius is 5 times shorter than the sky. It is still, even preparation, even explosion of speed, even failure. Its core does not know a single method. It is the technique that everything is aligned with a 100-million-year-old year-old. There is no second option, but this explosive sprint only lasts 3 seconds. Passing on this distance, its body pushes suddenly. It can no longer look at the three dispirations in the darkness, apparently. It starts to say, but even giving up, it still does not come back to catch its three agile gardens, before the night, it finds a crack stuck in a fish. Its choice refers to zero. Zero of a second. The frame is broken. There, it understands that its body works perfectly, a closure of a choice in zero. Zero of a second. A force of 500 kg of young age. All its gifts are also precise that it is its ancestor. The problem. It is not him. It transports a prehistoric machine perfect. But they added it in a world that has no need of this machine, six months later. It is at the end of a month. But every day it is a night. It survives by using charones, by forcing creatures from the bottom, and by limiting the maximum it depends on the energy. It remains constantly at the edge of the family, because of the cold. Its digestion becomes extremely slow. It is only a crack but almost 3 days to be digested. This day, it meets for the first time the predators of this area. 3 points of light. Each measure is about 1.50 meters. Its genes say something simple. The rest are the three. At the end of the day, the first ones were not solid. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all, not really solid. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. Not really solid at all. But really solid at all. But really solid at all. But really solid at all. But really solid at all. It is not him. They are already ruined. They return again. And die again in the city. Each counterattack is identical. Line right. Open the door of the door, die on the front. And every time, the meetings are divided by the sides. In these scenes, the concept of "Fland" doesn't exist. His program does not know what is in front of him. Attack the front. Charge the right. He is almost killed. But at this moment, another program is also in full-fledged. Make the death. Cool. Then go to an ambush. These ancestors have already used this strategy. They will slow down. They let go on the side. And they give the appearance of a capable guy to stand up. The most close-up is to have. They approach to verify. All the energy accumulates and explodes at some point. The garbage freeing 500 kilos of pressure. And it refers precisely to the head of the volcano. The planks of those agitate like a diatine. The half of the crane is sectioned. The other two remains figing face to the scene. They hesitate a few seconds. And then, he won. But he didn't learn anything. He simply used a different program already written in his genes. In the same fight. The same genetic heritage has failed to kill him. And save him. Three years later. He measures 5 meters. He takes two tons. At the end of the day, it will already be the size of a young adult. This day. He throws a dog under the sea. And for a long time, he has learned to not always attack too fast. He hides away in the corners of the reliefs. And at the moment the prey turns. He managed two times a week. Just enough to stay alive. The old king of the mountains survived as he can. And that's not funny. What's funny is that the fish in the modern way have evolved. Their body is empty. Their toys are soft. Some can wait 20 meters per second. Two times faster than his maximum sprint. He looks like a gigantic warrior. Army of an Albert. Mounted on a war horse, but not on a modern battle song. And united by weapons he does not understand. With his current size. At the disadvantage. He would already be at the top of the elementary chain. He grows quite big. Until the day he sees this thing. First. He sees a number. A number longer than all his body. He glises slowly to the south of the canyon. He lays his head. It's a blue ball. 30 meters long. Santon. His instinct to launch a program of reaction.