In the laboratory, a complete flying dragon's corpse lay sprawled across the cold dissecting table.
Dark green scales covered its body, the frosted surface glimmering under the lights—a low-temperature environment deliberately maintained by Perfikot to delay the corpse's decay.
The flying dragon stretched five meters in length, reaching twelve meters if counting the snake-like tail, and had a wingspan of nearly ten meters, qualifying it as a giant creature.
Yet, compared to the giant dragon in Perfikot's memory, it still appeared diminutive.
That giant dragon was over twenty meters long, with a wingspan enough to cover half a valley, whereas this flying dragon corpse was merely a low-quality replica.
Perfikot's gaze swept over the flying dragon's streamlined body, finally resting on its folded wings.
To the average person, the flight structure of a flying dragon is simply "a pair of wings," but in her view, every inch of this body bore marks of rebellion against nature.
