A sturdy protective shield surrounded the reactor core. Usually made of high-strength alloy material, it could withstand high temperatures, high pressure, and intense radiation, preventing Nuclear Fuel leaks and radiation from escaping.
But Connors did not care about this seemingly indestructible shield.
Its thick, powerful forelimbs tensed with muscle, brimming with explosive force.
It hammered the shield with its forelimbs, each blow carrying immense impact and producing a dull, heavy boom.
Under Connors's relentless assault, fine cracks began to appear across the shield.
At first, they were mere hairline fractures, but as time passed, Connors's repeated savage blows gradually widened them.
The metal around the cracks began to deform and break apart under the heat and stress.
Finally, with a deafening boom, the protective shield shattered completely. Fragments scattered in all directions, sending huge waves rippling through the coolant.
Inside the nuclear power plant's Reactor Room, ghostly blue Cherenkov Radiation shimmered beneath the water with a dreamlike glow.
Connors's massive body slowly approached the reactor core. Its scaled chest rose and fell with each breath, every inhalation and exhalation sending visible whirlpools through the surrounding water.
The reactor core's shield was as fragile as paper beneath its sharp claws.
With a piercing screech of twisting metal, the three-meter-wide pressure vessel was forcibly torn open.
The neatly arranged Nuclear Fuel rods were exposed to the coolant, their zirconium alloy cladding glowing dark red beneath the decay heat.
The Neutron Stream released by Uranium-235 traced countless faint streaks of light through the liquid.
Connors's vertical pupils abruptly constricted. What it sensed was not lethal radiation, but an energy feast that made its blood surge.
It opened its gaping maw, its sharp fangs piercing into the fuel assembly.
In an instant, the water temperature throughout the Reactor Room soared to its critical point.