An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 302 Reencounter with Mingyi, Ancient United States

On the other side, Mo Zhen and his group rode Guleton at breakneck speed.

A crimson dragon shadow tore through the sky, its scorching breath carving scorched marks into the sand. In just half a day, it arrived at the edge of the Wilderness Scenic Area in the Great Desert of the Unova.

The moment you step into the desert, the world changes color.

The once azure sky was replaced by a yellowish curtain of sand and dust. The gale carried billions of grains of sand and dust, which pelted down on us, making a teeth-grinding "shh" sound.

Visibility plummeted to less than ten meters, and all that could be seen was swirling yellow sand, as if one were inside the chaotic belly of a giant beast.

"Ugh, this awful weather..."

Mo Zhen clicked his tongue, and his red suit was instantly covered with a layer of dust, and his carefully styled hair was blown into a mess.

He had to raise his hand to shield his face from the oncoming sandstorm, and squint his artist eyes, which always sparkled with extraordinary wisdom.

Continuing to ride the Gulton at high speed was no longer feasible, so the group had no choice but to get off the ground and wade through the scorching quicksand.

Dan Yu snorted and patted Gu Le Dun's tough outer skin, signaling it to shrink its size and follow behind.

Zi Yu immediately took action, her slender fingers gently stroking the Poké Ball at her waist, and said softly.

"Dragon Head Mole, please!"

A flash of white light, and the Dragon Head Groundhog's sharp claws, like drills, pierced the sand. Earthy yellow energy surged around it, and the [Sandstorm] skill was cleverly controlled, forming an arc-shaped sand wall that kept advancing forward in front of everyone, barely keeping out the fiercest sandstorm.

Seeing this, Alice also released her own Dragon Head Grub. The two elves, one on the left and one on the right, acted like giant shovels clearing a path, creating a small, relatively stable space for movement amidst the raging sandstorm.

The team made a slow but determined trek towards the ruins.

On the road, the yellow sand obscured the sun and blurred their vision, but they encountered a group of figures wearing medieval Plasma Team knight armor, who were also struggling to move forward in the sandstorm.

Mo Zhen's artist's eyes pierced through the sand curtain and instantly locked onto a petite girl with a cute bun hairstyle.

She was struggling to hold onto a lithe, sharp-eyed Flame Ace beside her, trying to steady herself.

"Eh?"

Mo Zhen raised an eyebrow and a playful smile curved her lips.

"Isn't this Mingyi? What's this girl doing here, eating dust and dirt?"

As if by telepathy, Mingyi also looked over at that moment.

Those clear, bright eyes, like forest streams, radiating wisdom, burst forth with a light comparable to the sacred flames of the sun the moment they came into contact with Mo Zhen's figure!

"Brother Mo Zhen—!"

Completely disregarding the raging sandstorm, she jumped up and down excitedly, waving and shouting with all her might in the direction of Mo Zhen.

The two groups then met up with great difficulty in the desert where visibility was extremely low.

The Plasma Team's knights clearly recognized Mo Zhen, the man in the red suit who had stirred up trouble in Liyong City, and cast their gazes with either awe or curiosity.

Mo Zhen noticed that the Scorbunny next to Ming Yi had evolved into the more upright Blaze Ace, with its limbs covered in white fur.

It stood quietly beside Mingyi, its crimson eyes like burning embers, and an invisible, scorching, and refined aura emanated from its body. Clearly, it had undergone extraordinary training and its strength was now far greater than before.

Danyu glanced at the seemingly foolish but actually wise Mingyi, and asked with a cold snort.

"Honey, who is this silly girl?"

husband? !
Mo Zhen almost choked on the nonsensical address.

Xiao Mengzi was so startled that she squealed like a pig.

[Wow! What is this?! I could never have imagined this scene, it actually happened?!]

Mo Zhen immediately glared at Dan Yu and said with unprecedented solemnity.

"Stop talking nonsense! Who's your husband? If you keep spouting this nonsense, I'll sue you for defamation! Mingyi is my... successor."

Danyu glanced at Mingyi's rather dim-witted and foolish appearance, and her vigilance suddenly decreased.

Just then, Flame Ace Red seemed to sense something. Its sensitive nose twitched slightly as it carefully sniffed a faint, familiar scent in the wind mixed with sand and dry air—a scent that instantly made its muscles tense…

However, it quickly focused its attention on Tang Long's big belly and curiously touched it.

Snapped!
Very quickly, before Ziyu could even make a move, Luca Mingfei, like a loyal bodyguard, interrupted the other party's presumptuous actions.

Mother rabbit, put your claws away!
Xiao Hong immediately flew into a rage, baring her front teeth fiercely.

What?! You bitch, are you looking for trouble?!
Two female furry sprites, one blue and one red, began to look at each other and breathe on each other's skin...

Deep in the sandstorm, a verdant figure crouched in the shadow of the sand dunes.

Tang Snake's golden vertical pupils were fixed on the figure of Blazing Flame Ace, his slender body trembling slightly with extreme anger.

After the Unova Pokémon Tournament, it happened to meet Red and Mingyi again. That unforgettable short track speed skating experience made it have a blood feud with the two of them, and they are irreconcilable enemies!

After some time apart, this seemingly clumsy fire rabbit has made rapid progress in strength. Judging from its energy level, it seems to be no less powerful than the extraordinary genius who obtained a ten-thousand-year soul ring and possesses the external soul bone Thunder God Spear!
Tang She gritted his teeth inwardly, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Excellent, truly excellent! All the enemies on the Death-Seeking List are here today! It is only right that this God-King avenges his humiliation and wipes you all out in one fell swoop!"

The leader of the plasma team was an elderly man with a long beard, wearing a top hat and a heavy sand-proof cloak.

He had a gaunt face and deep eyes. Holding a wooden staff inlaid with strange gems, he took a step forward, bowed slightly to Mo Zhen, and spoke in an old voice that carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I am Joggs, one of the seven sages of Team Plasma. I have long admired Mr. Mo Zhen. The great sage Quetzalcoatl has mentioned many times your glorious deeds in the Li Yong City Industrial Zone, where you successfully liberated the oppressed elves with your supreme wisdom and artistic means. Today, I have witnessed it, and it is indeed well-deserved."

With his hands in his trouser pockets and an artistic smile that suggested he had everything under control, Mo Zhen casually nodded to Joss and began to subtly probe him as if in a casual conversation.

"Oh? So it's the Sage Jogs. My apologies. I wonder what kind of beneficial team-building activity the Sage and his men are engaging in in this desert?"

Jogl paused for a moment, his long, white beard fluttering in the wind, as if he were considering what words could be used that would be both confidential and polite.

However, Mingyi behind him could no longer suppress her desire to share. Before Jogs could think it over, she blinked her innocent big eyes and blurted out all the information like beans spilling out.

"Brother Mo Zhen! We're here to find the ancient city in the desert and the legendary Sacred Flame of the Sun! Uncle Quixote said that these precious and dangerous things must be kept safe in our Plasma Team and absolutely cannot fall into the hands of bad guys!" "..."

Mo Zhen's smile froze instantly, and the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

He was internally screaming: Damn it! How did this script turn into a third-rate fantasy novel? The protagonist went through all sorts of hardships to discover an ancient ruin, and was just about to make a fortune in silence when all sorts of people flocked to it. The originally top-secret information became known even to stray dogs on the street, and they all came to join the fun and get a share of the spoils!

Seeing that Mingyi had revealed all the information without reservation, Joggs gave a helpless, bitter smile on his wrinkled face.

He shook his head, deciding not to hide it any longer, and instead asked Mo Zhen in return.

"So, what brings Mr. Mo Zhen and his party to this remote scenic area amidst such a fierce sandstorm?"

Before Mo Zhen could organize his thoughts and launch into a cryptic and artistic explanation, Alice clenched her small fists, her amber eyes burning with unwavering determination, and loudly expressed her intentions directly.

"We are here to stop the traitor Adek and his Holy Sun Tribe from obtaining the Holy Flame of the Sun! We must protect the Holy Flame and not let them tarnish the glory of our ancestors!"

Mo Zhen rolled her eyes helplessly and rubbed her temples.

Goodness, both sides have big mouths, what an evenly matched team composition, one side is a naive and innocent girl, the other is a straightforward person, they have no idea how to write the four words "intelligence secrecy".

Upon hearing this, Joggs's cloudy eyes darted around, and he raised his hand to stroke the meticulously groomed, snow-white beard on his chin, a profound and unfathomable smile appearing on his face.

“I see… Miss Alice’s goal is to prevent the Holy Sun Tribe from inheriting the Holy Flame. Our Plasma Team’s goal is to protect the Holy Flame from falling into the hands of ‘bad guys.’ In this light, our goals are not conflicting, and you could even say they are… aligned.”

His gaze swept meaningfully over Mo Zhen and Alice, and he made a suggestion at the opportune moment.

"Since we share the same goal, why don't we cooperate? Our Plasma Team can keep the sacred flame safe, which will both extinguish any thoughts the Holy Sun Tribe might have, and ensure its safety. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Upon hearing this, Alice nodded vigorously almost without thinking, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"Great! I've heard of Team Plasma's reputation; they're a very good organization for protecting Pokémon! I'm relieved to have the Solar Flame in your care!"

Completely oblivious to Mo Zhen's frantic blinking hints beside her, after Alice readily agreed to this "win-win" cooperation, Joggs nodded in satisfaction. He raised his withered finger, pointing into the depths of the desert, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

"According to the secrets revealed by the great sage Quichis, legend has it that the sacred fire of the sun is not always visible. It only shines once every hundred years at a specific location in this great desert. Only at that sacred moment, guided by the soaring flames, can one glimpse the true location of the ancient city buried by the shifting sands for countless years. Otherwise, no matter how much you search this vast desert, you will never find its entrance."

As if to confirm his words, the moment Joggs finished speaking, a dazzling golden-red light suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, which had been shrouded in a chaotic yellowish-brown haze by the endless sandstorm, without any warning, just like the rising sun!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a sacred feeling that could penetrate all obstacles, shining stubbornly in the sand like a lighthouse, clearly pointing out a direction.

"Look! It's the light of the sacred flame!"

Mingyi was the first to jump up excitedly and point at the pillar of light, shouting.

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they immediately realized that this once-in-a-century opportunity was right before their eyes!
Without the slightest hesitation, the two groups joined together and, in the sand tunnel cleared by the dragon-headed ground rat, headed towards the direction of the light, braving the increasingly fierce sandstorm, began an even more arduous journey.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time through the scorching sea of ​​sand, as the light grew clearer and hotter in their vision, they finally saw at the bottom of a deep crater, seemingly formed by a meteorite impact, an ancient and dilapidated castle ruin half-hidden by flowing sand waterfalls.

The golden-red holy light emanated from a broken opening in the structure resembling an altar at the top of the ruins.

The light, like tangible flames, flowed across the mottled ancient stone walls, yet it could not completely dispel the bottomless darkness below.

The quicksand, like a golden waterfall, cascaded down from the edge of the ruins, burying most of the building structure. Only the broken outline of the crown-like top of the ruins could be barely seen, and it was impossible to see what the magnificent ancient city below, buried by tons of quicksand, looked like.

Mo Zhen took a deep breath. Even from such a distance, he could clearly feel the fire-type energy contained in the light, which seemed to originate from the sun itself!

The sensory power originating from Mewtwo within him trembled slightly, and the little Mewtwo on his shoulder emitted a low, intoxicated moan.

A glint of unwavering fervor flashed in his eyes. With a sudden wave of his hand, the hem of his red suit fluttered in the hot air, and his voice carried an undeniable determination.

"Just as I suspected! This is the legendary Sacred Flame of the Sun! Excellent, target confirmed, let's attack from here!"

Mo Zhen took the lead and disappeared into the entrance of the altar in a flash.

"Hey, Old Man Chi, wait for me!"

Xiao Huolong let out a low growl and moved its huge, fat but surprisingly agile body, following closely behind Elder Chi.

Upon seeing this, Zi Yu immediately let out a soft cry, as if she were a little wife afraid of being left behind.

"Milk Dragon, wait for me!"

She practically clung to Xiao Huolong's tail as she slipped inside, her light purple bob haircut tracing a playful arc in the interplay of light and shadow.

With a touch of awe for the ancestral holy land, Alice stepped in cautiously yet resolutely.

Sage Joggs led the Plasma Knights, their movements perfectly synchronized, like soldiers undergoing inspection, silently and orderly disappearing into the light.

Passing through the veil of light and sand, the interior opens up dramatically, a world apart from the desolate desert outside.

The dome soars high, and the giant stone pillars, each requiring several people to encircle, stand like silent giants, supporting this miracle buried beneath the sea of ​​sand.

The stone walls are carved with ancient murals that have long been lost, depicting scenes of elves and humans living, worshipping, and fighting together. The lines are simple yet powerful, telling of past glories.

Sage Joggs stroked a relief on the stone wall depicting an unknown totem dancing around flames, his eyes gleaming with a scholarly light.

"This ancient city is said to be the ruins of the ancient Unova Kingdom. In ancient times, the Unova region once boasted a unified and brilliant civilization, far removed from its current state of numerous tribes. They possessed architectural skills comparable to modern times, and may even have developed unique methods for utilizing elves..."

Looking at the now-abandoned ancient city, Joggs changed the subject.

"However, a 'Black and White War' that swept through the Union Kingdom completely destroyed the powerful ancient Union Kingdom, extinguished the brilliant flame of civilization, and caused the native civilization of the Union Kingdom to regress to a primitive tribal society with tribal priests."

Alice nodded vigorously, her bare feet stepping on the cold, ancient stone slabs. Her fingertips traced the image of an ancestor wearing a feathered crown on a mural, her tone carrying both pride and a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

“That’s right, this ancient city was built by our Native American ancestors! The murals depict the spirits of nature that we once worshipped! If it weren’t for that legendary war between black and white that split our great civilization into countless small tribes, we Native Americans wouldn’t have ended up being invaded and oppressed by outsiders in later years…”

Her small fists clenched slightly, and the flickering firelight reflected in her amber eyes, as if she could see her ancestors living in this magnificent city.

As Mo Zhen listened to the explanations of the two "historians," he stroked his chin and finally summarized it succinctly in four words.

Our ancestors were once wealthy.

Zhu Lan, that old woman, might be interested in these historical and archaeological contents, but Mo Zhen has never been interested in history; he is only interested in the future.

Before the group could explore the unknown ancient city for long, a shadow rippled in the depths of the spacious hall ahead, followed by heavy, hoarse breathing and scraping sounds. Several powerful auras locked onto the intruders.

(End of this chapter)