Pokemon To The Top

What happened between Maki and the gloomy man was just an insignificant little thing in the entire battlefield.

There were nearly a hundred demonic beast apostles on the ship, but only about twenty people are still fighting.

Others are either killed in seconds at first, or they are not qualified to get involved. Like a gloomy man, they are reluctant to do a logistics job.

Mo Yan watched the scene in front of him silently, but the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

According to his understanding, legendary ultra-ancient Pokemon such as Gai Orm should be buried in the deep sea, and there has never been a record of attacking ships actively.

Furthermore, after these demonic beast apostles met Gai Orm, they rushed to fight without a word, and seemed to have long believed Gai Orm would not let them go.

In this era, is the relationship between Pokémon and humans so bad?

The one-sided battle is still going on, even Mo Yan can't bear to watch.

Such meaningless Struggle will cast a shadow on everyone's heart when every demonic beast apostle falls.

"Wait, why isn't that painter here?"

Mo Yan scanned the ice, and indeed did not find Maki's boyfriend.

As for Smeargle, at this time, I can only do logistical support on the ice like Maki and the others.

Go find him!

Mo Yan left the battlefield and ran directly into the cabin. There is no suspense in today's battle, and it will be a matter of time to lose.

And Mo Yan has already understood that all the things that happened here are just video records from a long time ago, and he can't change the fate of anyone inside.

So compared to this, finding a way to leave is the only thing he can do.

Suddenly, a huge red and blue silhouette suddenly fell on the deck.

Mo Yan turned around and looked at Salamence, who had broken wings and had more air and less air, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

The two strongest demonic beast apostles, one has fallen, and the other will naturally not be able to stop them for long.

But at this moment, the red-haired uncle on Dragonite's back suddenly made a deafening sound, not Roar, it sounded more like a prayer and a mantra.

"Lord Dragon God championed by my clan, I sacrifice the life of the contemporary Dragon Tamer Clan Family Head, calling you...Please stop this war..."

sky In the middle, the impudent Guy Orm rarely stopped, and looked towards the red haired man coldly, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, the red-haired uncle and the Dragonite under him began to release the light purple Dragon Type energy, which flowed quickly between one man one dragon, and after fusion, they were inexplicably passed on to nowhere. .

"Om~"

Suddenly, not far from Dragonite, a space crack appeared directly in the sky, and a pink world was vaguely seen inside, with thunder and flickering from time to time. .

Next, a Pokémon with a pale pink body covered in purple stripes came out directly from the air.

Palkia!

Another ultra-ancient Pokemon, and the god of time who clearly controls time.

Now, just like this, the redhead uncle gave summon out.

Mo Yan looked at the red haired man whose eyes, ears, nose and nose were bleeding. When the other party talked about Dragon Tamer Clan, Mo Yan knew that he should be the ancestor of Du.

But Dragon Tamer Clan can actually summon the ultra-ancient Pokemon to assist in combat. This ability is too terrifying!

For the time being, the people who survived looked at the newly-emerged Palkia, and hope appeared on their faces. Looking at Palkia's eyes, it was as if they saw Savior.

But why is Palkia?

Shouldn't it be the dragon of sky Rayquaza that is closer?

And in name, Gai Orm is under the jurisdiction of Rayquaza. If Rayquaza comes, it should be more effective.

While Mo Yan's brain was thinking fast, Guy Orm had already fought Palkia.

The two ultra-ancient Pokemon do not have the restraint of Attribute, and their strength is evenly matched.

Hyper Beam, Blizzard, Spacial Rend, Orgin Pulse...

Huge might Ability and exclusive Ability were used without stagnation by two ultra-ancient Pokemons, produced by Ability Negative effects on them seem to be nothing.

Confrontation, dodge, repulsion, counterattack!

Guy Orm and Palkia, you fight for me, no one forgive me, the more you fight in the air, the more fierce and fierce you fight.

"roar!"

Finally, Gai Orm was accidentally hit by Palkia's Spacial Rend, and a huge and hideous scar appeared on his back.

The bright red blood is floating on the ice surface, and the huge burning energy in the blood corrodes the chi chi sound on the ice surface.

A few demonic beast apostles who are not afraid of death secretly took out the vessel and tried to collect a little blood to cover Orm.

But when they touched the blood, blue blisters appeared on their bodies.

Soon, the blisters covered the whole body and expanded rapidly, exploding directly in everyone's horrified eyes.

bang! bang! Boom...

These demonic beast apostles turned directly into a pool of blood, and there was not even a bone to be seen.

People nearby ran away in horror, and then all the demonic beast apostles followed back to the ship deck.

After Palkia arrived, even the demonic beast apostles who had been in the air with Orm before could not participate in the war.

The lives of the people on this entire ship are now pinned on Palkia, who came from the Royal Long Family uncle summon.

As for the Long Family uncle, now he can only lie on the back of Dragonite, his face palely watching the battle in the air.

Whether he wins or loses, when Palkia leaves, it is when he loses his life.

On the other side, Mo Yan was surprised by Palkia's arrival, then turned around without the slightest hesitation and continued to run into the cabin.

After traveling through countless walls, Mo Yan came to the painter's room as quickly as possible.

And this Maki’s boyfriend, who was still drawing at this time, kept mumbling to himself.

"It’s almost finished... it’s almost finished... I really hope you don’t die, you haven’t seen it yet, what about the painting I drew for you..."

"Smeargle, The blue I want is the normal, pure and flawless blue of the sea! Not this! Not this!" Suddenly, the painter pushed away the Smeargle that was coloring for him, and threw the brush with the wrong paint by the way. Fei, shaking his hands, took out a new paintbrush, and started to color.

"It's not this...not this...the color of the sea...the color of the sea!"

"What the hell is the color of that pure and flawless sea...what is it... wū wū wū wū ……"

The painter adjusted several different blues, but none seemed to be satisfied.

As the tune, the painter finally knelt on the ground, crying like a collapse.

Smeargle stood aside, his paint-stained tail hanging down on the ground.

looked towards the eyes of the Master, full of disappointment, hatred and heartache.

Smeargle looked up towards the ceiling and crossed the ceiling. There were countless demonic beast apostles desperately protecting his companions, but he could only stand here cowardly.

Mo Yan turned his attention to the painting. This painting and Mo Yan's memory have completely overlapped.