The Giant Horned Python appeared, swallowing King Kong right before his eyes. скачать в хорошем качестве

The Giant Horned Python appeared, swallowing King Kong right before his eyes.

The forest was restless. Branches snapped under the weight of something massive. King Kong moved through the trees like a living earthquake, his chest rumbling with hunger. His stomach growled so loud it sounded like a war drum. He sniffed the air—meat. Somewhere close. There—between the ferns. A deer. Slim, nervous, ears twitching. Kong crouched low, muscles tensing, ready to spring. His breath came hot and heavy, steam rolling out into the night. And then—strike. The ground shifted as a colossal shape cut through the underbrush. Scales glistened in the moonlight, black and gold like armor forged in hell. The Giant Horned Python burst forward, jaws wide. In a blink, the deer was gone, swallowed whole in one brutal gulp. Kong roared, furious. “HEY! That’s my dinner!” His voice shook the treetops, birds scattering in terror. The python lifted its massive head, eyes glowing like molten amber. Its hiss split the silence, mocking, daring. The serpent lunged, faster than a whip, coils surging around Kong’s chest. Impact. Kong staggered. The python locked him tight, squeezing, every coil a steel cable crushing bone. Kong fought back with sheer rage. He slammed a fist down, cracking the earth. Trees toppled. The snake only tightened. Breath wheezed out of his lungs. His vision blurred. He tried to laugh, choking through the pressure. “You call this… affection? Sorry, I’m not ready for this kind of relationship!” The python’s fangs scraped his shoulder. The beast hissed again, hot venom dripping. Kong twisted, muscles straining, veins bulging like ropes under his skin. With one thunderous heave, he broke free, slamming the serpent against a cliff face. Rock exploded in shards. For a heartbeat, silence. Kong’s chest heaved. His neck throbbed with pain. The python coiled back, head rising higher, towering like a dark god above him. The hunt was no longer about food. It was survival. And Kong knew—this fight had just begun.