Pokémon: My Greninja can fly with Thunder God.

Is it possible that God will bless our China?

Is another prodigy about to emerge?!

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Lin Haoran's somewhat youthful face, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Lin Haoran looked at the elderly man with white hair and an unusually aged appearance.

He quickly waved his hand and said:

"No, no... It was just a small thing. Helping those in need is a traditional virtue of our Chinese nation."

Although Lin Haoran didn't recognize the old man, he knew who the elf he was riding was.

Cresselia, the goddess of dreams

A legendary Pokémon on par with Darkrai...

Anyone who can ride on a mythical beast, unless they're an idiot, knows that this old man is a big shot, right?

Lin Haoran gazed at the beautiful and captivating Dream Goddess with burning desire; this was a truly tamed divine beast.

Rather than his mediocre ability, which only allowed him to summon divine beasts three times,

"Sooner or later, I'll ride the Sky Rift and show off everywhere... Pshaw, I'll be saving all living beings everywhere."

Lin Haoran thought to himself.

"Little guy... Where did Darkrai go?!"

At that moment, a melodious female voice rang in Lin Haoran's ears.

Lin Haoran knew that this was the voice of the Goddess of Dreams.

"Wasn't he sealed away back then!?"

"It's rare that he's been released from quarantine!?"

The Goddess of Dreams spoke again, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Well............"

"Actually, I don't know either..."

Lin Haoran couldn't explain it.

Should I tell her that Darkrai was temporarily summoned due to the system's abilities?

Only a fool would believe that...

Now we can only play dumb.

"It's been almost a hundred years. If you calculate the time, it's indeed about that long."

"Back then, that person said that the seal would gradually loosen after 100 years, and now it has truly been proven true."

A hint of sorrow flashed in the eyes of the Dream Goddess, and she said softly,

"Are we going to have to relive the great war from a century ago again?"

The Goddess of Dreams looked up into the void, her voice seemingly tinged with fear.

It seems to remind me of some terrifying scene from back then.

"Young man... what's your relationship with Darkrai!?"

The Dream Goddess snapped out of her reverie and looked at Lin Haoran again, asking...

Lin Haoran's lips twitched slightly.

It's that same question again; I'm tired of answering it.

"Cough cough........."

"I helped Darkrai once because of an accident, and he gave me a token, saying that I could call on him when I was in the most danger."

Lin Haoran continued to boast without batting an eye.

"I see..........."

The Dream Goddess nodded, surprisingly believing Lin Haoran's words with genuine sincerity.

The old man, however, revealed a strange glint in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Young man... this is your opportunity, cherish it."

"Grow up quickly, we don't have much time left."

The old man's eyes held a meaningful look.

Then he said to the God of Dreams below:

"Let's go...it's time to go back."

The Goddess of Dreams nodded.

The car carrying the elderly disappeared from the spot.

He was instantly transported to an unknown space, and the old man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough cough......"

The old man was coughing violently, and his face was unusually pale.

A hint of heartache flashed in the eyes of the Dream Goddess.

Said softly:

"Wu...you can't make another move..."

"Your body is about to give out."

"If you make another move, you..."

A deep sadness flashed in the eyes of the Dream Goddess.

"Cough cough cough......"

"Xiao Meng... cough cough, countless enemies outside are eyeing China covetously. If I don't take action to deter these people, then China will be in danger."

The old man's hands were covered in blood, and his pale hair had turned ashen, making him look like a person about to be buried.

............................

P.S.: These battlefield scenes at the end foreshadow events and lay the groundwork for the plot to come...

Chapter 147 The Artificial Beast Project

The old man knew he was nearing the end of his life.

They just wanted to use their last bit of strength to deter the wolves that were eyeing China with predatory intent.

Everyone wants a piece of this juicy piece of meat—China.

"well............."

The old man sighed deeply, a profound sense of loneliness on his face.

Looking up at the void, he said softly:

"I will do whatever that lord asked me to do, even if it means my death, and continue to protect China until he returns."

The Dream God frowned and said to the old man:

"Wu... Although that lord is powerful, he said he would return soon, but so much time has passed now, I think he may not be coming back."

"You know how dangerous that world is, maybe he............"

She didn't want the old man to keep living for others; he had suffered too much these past years.

The Dream God couldn't help but advise the old man.

"Xiao Meng........."

"Cough cough........."

The old man interrupted the Dream God with a cough, then looked up at the void after a moment.

He said slowly:

"That lord won't die so easily..."

"He will definitely come back!!"

The old man's voice was very weak.

But his tone was unusually firm!

"well.............."

The Goddess of Dreams sighed helplessly and fell silent.

Over the years, she has tried to persuade the old man many times.

But it was no use; she was already used to it.

"Xiao Meng... what did you think of that kid named Lin Haoran just now!?"

The old man suddenly changed the subject and spoke to the God of Dreams.

"he..........."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the Dream God fell into deep thought and said:

"I can't see through him!!"

"He seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious power, making him unfathomable."

"And even someone as arrogant as Darkrai seems to have a good relationship with him..."

"He's an amazing boy!!"

The Dream God gave an objective evaluation of Lin Haoran.

"Um.............."