An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 271 An Enemy from the Sky, the King of the Sky and Wind! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Seeing Zekrom log back online after a long absence, Mo Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then instead of responding immediately, he replied slowly with his mind.

[Stop, stop, stop! You're asking me to do things for you right off the bat, you need to explain things clearly first, what's the deal with this woman?]

The shadow of Zekrom surged violently in Mo Zhen's consciousness, its deep and magnetic voice carrying undisguised murderous intent and contempt.

[Brother Huanmeng, look at how eagerly she's throwing herself at you, can't you see? This woman isn't just a simple, fanatical fan! She's a spy sent by the 'Dragonblood Clique'! She's that hypocrite Reshiram's henchman planted next to you! We have to get rid of her, or... use your best methods to control her and turn her into one of ours!]

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen's enigmatic smile, typical of an artist, froze for a moment, and his pupils contracted slightly, almost imperceptibly.

While processing the wealth of information in Czechoslovakian's words, he concealed his inner turmoil by adjusting the cuffs of his red suit and asked the question in his mind.

[Dragonblood Clique? What's that? It sounds like some third-rate modern urban romance fantasy novel organization. And what's with this talk of the apocalypse? Old Black, explain yourself clearly. What's the whole story? I need to analyze the situation before making any plans.]

Czechrom's shadow let out a disdainful snort, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

[Hmph! The Dragonblood Cult, to put it bluntly, is just a bunch of bastards with Reshiram's blood flowing through their veins. They spend all day spreading false rumors about me, making up all sorts of stories, saying that one day I will gnaw through the roots of the World Tree, causing Ragnarok, or that I will destroy the world with my wings covered in the corpses of the dead, and calling on those brainless, hot-blooded idiots to form an alliance to attack me! It's utterly laughable!]

Its thoughts were filled with resentment at being slandered and a deep loathing for its nemesis.

To put it bluntly, they're just hired hands of that hypocritical bitch Reshiram! Don't believe their lies! If that liar wins the final battle, the world will truly be doomed! Don't blame me for not warning you, then... hehe...

Little Mengzi, who had been perched on Mo Zhen's shoulder, diligently absorbing the dreamlike energy emanating from the air, trembled violently upon hearing these shocking remarks, her pink, fleshy body filled with disbelief.

[Huh?! Wait! What did you say, Negro?! Reshiram has descendants? And they even formed the Camarilla? I've never heard of such a secret before! You're not just making up this ridiculous story to trick Lord Mo Zhen into becoming your henchman, are you?!]

Czechrom's figure instantly became much darker, his mind filled with extreme contempt for the pink trash.

[Shut up, you pink trash! What do you know? This is the real struggle for power and strength beneath the surface of the world! Someone like you, a marginal character who can't even control their own divine power, doesn't even qualify to sit at the table, so of course you can't touch this level of darkness! The truth of history is always in the hands of the victors, while the losers... their names will be erased! In short, just listen to me!]

Mo Zhen also stroked his chin at the opportune moment, his eyes revealing obvious suspicion. He glanced at Dan Yu beside him, who was starting to stomp her feet in frustration because she was being ignored, and spoke to Zekrom telepathically.

"Old Black, it's not that I don't believe you. It's just that what you're saying... seems a bit too heavily embellished. Reshiram has a descendant organization? That sounds even more outrageous than how that kid Douye managed to win over Xiaoju'er. It's too subversive. I need more concrete evidence, not just your one-sided narrative..."

Regardless of his inner doubts, Mo Zhen maintained his image as a charming artist on the surface.

He turned to Danyu, who was restless from being ignored, and put on that gentle smile again, his voice soft and alluring.

“Miss Danyu, the dragon-slaying mission you mentioned, and the Dragonblood Clique behind it, certainly sounds extraordinary, full of artistic tension and a sense of destiny. I am very interested in the inside story of this mission. Would you be willing to let me know more about it? For example, your specific plans, the composition of your personnel, and... Principal Claver's true purpose?”

Upon hearing that Mo Zhen not only did not refuse but also showed great interest, Dan Yu was overjoyed!

The slight anxiety on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a flush of extreme excitement.

She took a sudden step forward, almost pressing herself against Mo Zhen, her hands unconsciously gripping the neckline of her dress. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes swirling with undisguised desire and suggestive intent, and her voice was so sweet it could drip honey.

"Of course! Master Mo Zhen! We can find a quiet place... I know there's an elf-themed couples' hotel nearby with amazing soundproofing! I can tell you anything you want to know without reservation!"

Seeing Dan Yu's cat-like posture, Zekrom urged her impatiently in Mo Zhen's mind, his shadow twisting as he rubbed his hands together.

What are you waiting for?! The opportunity has arrived! Right here, with perfect timing, location, and people! Take advantage of her current low guard and seize her!

Mo Zhen glanced quickly at the bustling Tianjian Bridge, where cars and people were coming and going, and could even see several trainers looking in this direction with curiosity.

His face darkened, and he mentally cursed Zekrom.

"Are you crazy?! Old Black! Look where you are! A major thoroughfare in the Unova region! A public place! In full view of everyone! Doesn't Master Mo Zhen care about his public image?! Besides, didn't you see the memorial site for the deceased Meow Saint right next door? Doing this kind of thing in such a sacred place is a huge desecration of the deceased! I'm supposed to be a cultured artist, can't I have some moral compass?!"

Czechoslovakia seemed to scoff disdainfully, then snapped his fingers.

[Image? I'll take care of that for you! Watch closely!]

A subtle yet powerful force of reality distortion spread out like ripples, enveloping Mo Zhen and Dan Yu.

The next second, in the eyes of all the passers-by, trainers, and even the surveillance cameras, the image of the man in the red suit and the hot woman pulling and tugging at each other by the bridge instantly blurred and distorted, turning into two yellow electric mice pushing and shoving each other!

[Gotcha! Now, to everyone else, you're just two Pikachu, like stray dogs messing around on the street—it's commonplace, nobody'll give you a second glance! Is everything alright now? Hurry up and don't waste time! I guarantee this guy looks tricky, but he's definitely easier to handle than that Supergirl!]

Mo Zhen was shocked, a chill ran down his spine, and his face, which always wore an artist's calm smile, stiffened.

He never expected that this cunning merchant, who seemed to be invisible and always logged in, had actually been spying on him all along, and knew everything that had happened last night.

Just as Mo Zhen was filled with shock and anger, and was about to lodge a protest regarding her right to privacy...

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Without warning, the entire magnificent Sky Arrow Bridge began to shake violently, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand!
The bridge's steel frame groaned under the strain, the asphalt on the surface cracked inch by inch, and gravel and dust fell in a flurry.

The vehicle, which was traveling smoothly, suddenly went out of control. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the sounds of collision and twisting metal were deafening.

Even more terrifying, an unimaginable, terrifying gale suddenly appeared out of nowhere, not from the sea, but pressing down vertically from the sky above the bridge!

The wind was no longer just a simple airflow, but transformed into countless incredibly sharp scythes, sweeping in with an aura of annihilation! The bridge railings were easily torn apart and swept away like paper, and the lampposts were cut in half, twisting and flying into the gray sky.

"Help! Is this the end of the world?!"

"It's the vengeful spirit of the Cat Saint causing trouble, a divine wrath has descended!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—Help! I need to go keep the Cat Saint company!"

The pedestrians and trainers on the bridge screamed in despair.

Someone tried to release Flying-type Pokémon, but as soon as the Pokémon left their balls, they were torn apart by the violent air currents and lost their balance. They were swept off the bridge along with their trainers, turning into tiny black dots that rapidly shrank as they plummeted into the surging waves below.

Some people clung tightly to anything that could be secured, such as a sturdy lamp holder or axle, their faces filled with extreme fear and helplessness.

The entire scene was chaotic, like a painting of hell, where humanity's insignificance and powerlessness were laid bare.

"Greek!!!"

Danyu reacted quickly, her infatuation instantly replaced by seriousness.

With a sharp cry, the scarlet motorcycle, Guleton, suddenly erupted with crimson energy as if boiling magma!

“Roar, ahh ...

To everyone's horror, Guleton's body swelled wildly, its fiery mane on its neck bursting forth, transforming it into a fully formed ancient behemoth!

The power of the [Crimson Pulse] ability erupted, forming a blazing aura that barely managed to create a small, relatively stable area amidst the raging winds.

Almost at the same moment that Guleton completed his transformation, a hint of smugness flashed in Danyu's eyes.

Like a nimble water snake, she suddenly pounced on Mo Zhen, who was unsteady on his feet due to the violent shaking of the bridge. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist like iron hoops, and she almost embedded herself in his arms!
"Master Mo Zhen! Watch out! This wind is strange! Let me protect you closely!"

She buried her face in Mo Zhen's neck, her voice trembling slightly, but more like a thrill of excitement, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

Mo Zhen could feel that the strength of her arms around him was astonishing, like a female tyrannosaurus rex that was impossible to break free from.

Before Mo Zhen could recover from the alluring yet abrupt protection, a thunderous sound suddenly echoed in the sky!

[Hahaha—!!!]

A roar, seemingly from the heavens above, filled with boundless ecstasy and greed, pierced through the howling wind like countless blades of wind, clearly resounding deep within the souls of every survivor!

[Superior dragon blood! Pure and fiery! I never imagined I'd find such a potent tonic in this desolate land! Truly, heaven is on my side! It is time for this king to return to his peak!!!]

The sky, with its gloomy and dark clouds caused by the gale, was suddenly torn apart to both sides like a curtain by an invisible giant hand!

Immediately afterwards, a massive, suffocating shadow slowly emerged from the crack in the clouds!

It was a humanoid monster, its entire body a strange dark green, as if it were composed of condensed storm elements.

Its body is muscular and full of ancient and savage power, with sharp protrusions on both sides of its head like Western dragon horns, and also carrying a bit of the majesty of an Eastern wind god.

What is most chilling are its eyes, like two constantly swirling blue storm vortexes, indifferently and greedily looking down at the creatures on the bridge that are like ants.

It didn't descend completely; it merely peered down from the clouds, but the terrifying sense of oppression made the entire Sky Arrow Bridge and even the sea below tremble!
Mo Zhen was swept over by that tangible gaze, and her mind went blank for a moment with a "buzz"!
It was an absolute crushing on a life level, far more terrifying than anything he had ever seen before!
After a brief moment of distraction, he gasped sharply and murmured almost unconsciously.

"This...this thing is...a tornado cloud?!"

This is worlds apart from the guy in the game who is 1.5 meters tall, weighs 63 kilograms, and has a base stat total of only 580!

Although he had personally witnessed the "divine beasts" of this world, such as Guleton, whose pulsating aura had dimmed somewhat under the pressure of the tornado cloud and which was trembling in fear.

But the oppressive aura emanating from this guy was nothing compared to the terrifying being before them, who seemed to be able to control the celestial phenomena—it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon!

Just then, Jekrom's anxious voice boomed like thunder in Mo Zhen's mind, filled with unprecedented solemnity.

[My little brother! Something terrible has happened! I've planned everything perfectly, but I never expected the King of Sky and Wind to awaken from his slumber, and to recover to this extent! This guy is no match for you in your current state! Quickly, find a way to escape!]

Mo Zhen was completely stunned by the sheer amount of information in those words and silently replied in her mind.

[The King of the Sky and Wind?! What the hell?! Old Black, explain yourself! Isn't this tornado a weather god? How did it become the King of the Sky and Wind?!]

The shadow of Zekrom churned violently in Mo Zhen's consciousness as he explained at an extremely fast pace.

[The land of Unova is a deep well of water! Besides me and that bitch Reshiram, four pairs of true false gods slumber, wielding real power and authority! They are the King of Sky and Wind, the King of Earth and Mountains, the King of Ocean and Water, and the King of Bronze and Fire! Each pair is a pair of twins, bound together in mutual destruction! This one before me is one of the Kings of Sky and Wind—Tornado! Oh no, it seems to have noticed you! I'd better step aside for now; good luck to you!]

(End of this chapter)