An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 145 Calling for Heroes, The True Dragon Zekrom

Outside the warehouse, torrential rain poured down like a celestial river overflowing its banks, casting a dark shadow over the entire port.

The icy rain lashed against the warehouse roof with a deafening roar, as if trying to completely submerge this sinful place.

Inside the warehouse, the intensity of the battle surged instantly after Homiga charged out!

Akromar's usual composure vanished completely, replaced by icy anger and a hint of annoyance at being played.

"Eliminate them! Except for that one in the red suit, leave him alive!"

With the Poison Smoke Squad having lost a key target, Akromar's orders became even colder and more urgent, and the officers directed the remaining elves and armed personnel to launch an even more frenzied attack.

Upon hearing Akromah's command, a strange look appeared in Carbin's eyes.

From the beginning, she sensed a strange relationship between the other person and Uz.

This Akromah... could she be from the Johto region?
Tom, a member of the Poison Smoke Team, unleashed his ferocious Mongoose Claw, which transformed into a white lightning bolt. The Tear Claw, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, aimed straight for Xiao Huolong's head!

There's no way to avoid it now; the only option is to confront it head-on!
The Burning Battle Qi was compressed to its limit in Xiao Huolong's right arm, and a burst of crimson-gold light flashed as the [Extreme Eight Collapse] technique met the attack head-on!
boom--! ! !
Fists and claws collided like meteors crashing together, the dull thud making one's eardrums feel like they were about to burst!

The point of impact exploded into blinding turbulence, and the shockwave swept across the area!
The violent internal force of the Eighth Collapse was like subterranean fire breaking through the rock layer, and it crashed hard into the sharp claw force of the Mongoose Slash that tore through everything!

Tsk-!
The tearing claw's claw force seemed to possess the power to tear apart everything. The torrent of crimson-gold battle qi was frantically torn apart and shredded by that high-speed rotating cutting force!
Xiao Huolong's right arm skin suddenly ripped open, and blood splattered out like a bursting peach. His burly body was shaken and slid backward, leaving deep furrows under his feet!
The Mongoose Slash's eyes flashed with ferocity, and it pressed its advantage, unleashing a barrage of claw shadows like a storm!

Just as the internal energy of the Eighth Collapse Battle Qi was torn apart and signs of defeat began to appear, Xiao Huolong let out a low roar from his throat!
"Aa ...

In an instant, the second burst of hidden force, like layers of mountains, carrying multiple superimposed immense power, pressed down fiercely on the dissipated battle qi!
boom!
The Mongoose Slash's relentless pursuit came to an abrupt halt. Its tearing force collided with the ever-growing, crushing lava mountain, and the two forces remained locked in a stalemate at the point of impact. The raging energy turbulence intensified, and the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch! A draw!
A flicker of shock and rage flashed in the Mongoose Slash's crimson pupils!
It never expected that this yellow-skinned lizard could unleash such a powerful second level of strength in an instant!

Its ferocity was fully unleashed, and it let out a shriek, disregarding the heavy, mountain-like pressure, and forcefully urging its tearing power in an attempt to withstand the crushing force of the second collapse.

The claws flashed with a cold light, and the cutting power instantly increased to the extreme. It thrust its claws forward, trying to tear apart the mountain-like pressure along with Xiao Huolong!

Just as the Mongoose Slash made its desperate gamble, a sharp glint flashed in Xiao Huolong's eyes.

The power accumulated within his body reached its peak and exploded like a raging sea bursting its banks; the third surge of hidden energy finally arrived!
This third collapse was no longer an impact, no longer a heavy pressure, but rather like a vast and boundless ocean unleashing a world-destroying torrent!

The power containing the true meaning of "surging waves" erupted fiercely with overwhelming force, following the second collapse of "layers of mountains and peaks"!
The three profound mysteries—the ultimate explosion, the superimposed pressure, and the continuous waves—are perfectly combined at this moment, and their power increases exponentially!
Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the space at the point of impact seemed to distort!
The Mongoose Slash's tearing claw force, pushed to its limit, was as fragile as paper in the face of this ultimate strike, which was like the combined might of heaven and earth!
The cold glint at the tip of its claws dimmed and shattered instantly, followed by its proud claws—which broke apart inch by inch amidst a scalp-chilling cracking sound!

“Ooooooooooooo!!!”

The Mongoose Slash emitted a shrill, inhuman howl, filled with unbelievable horror and excruciating pain that went straight to the bone!

Its entire body was as if it had been struck head-on by an invisible, towering wave, and it was sent flying backward without any resistance. Its speed was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air and crashed heavily into a pile of containers in the distance!

Clang! Crack! Boom—!
Smoke and dust mixed with metal fragments shot into the sky, completely engulfing the figure of the Mongoose Slash!

Only the intermittent sobbing sounds faintly came from the ruins, proclaiming Xiao Huolong's absolute victory!

On the other side, Luca's opponent is Jerry's Pokémon, the dominant Ground-type Pokémon—Excadrill!
The dragon-headed mole sensed the vibrational power contained in Luca's condensed storm foot, and a hint of apprehension flashed in its eyes.

Its massive body suddenly sank downwards, and the hard ground was easily broken through like tofu in front of it. It instantly used [Dig] to try to burrow underground to avoid the attack and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack!

Luca's cold eyes remained completely unmoved.

Its right leg, which was brimming with intense energy, did not kick directly to the ground. Instead, it stomped down with tremendous force, like an ultimate wave sword!
Om-! ! !
A deafening roar, so deep it seemed as if the heart of the earth had been violently pounded!

A visible shockwave emanated from Lucario's foot, spreading out instantly and penetrating deep into the ground!
【Oh my god, oh ...

Mother Earth seemed to be violently assaulted, letting out a terrible howl!

Although Lucario isn't a Ground-type Pokémon, it transformed its right leg into an Ultimate Pulse Sword, precisely channeling the shockwave into the ground to unleash Earthquake! (No doubt, Riolu can indeed learn Earthquake.)
"squeak--!!!"

A piercing, agonizing scream echoed from deep underground!
The earth became the best medium for transmitting the force of the earthquake. The dragon-headed ground squirrel, which had just burrowed underground, had its internal organs displaced by the terrifying seismic waves!
It was forced to break through the soil, its body convulsing violently, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, clearly suffering severe internal injuries and unable to fight again for a short time!
As we all know, Earthquakes deal double damage to Pokémon in the Dig state.

Luca unleashed a devastating combo, easily eliminating an opponent 10 levels higher than himself.

However, defeating the powerful enemy did not bring any respite!

Knock one down, and ten more will surge in!
More toxic smoke gang outlaws and ferocious elves, like piranhas that have smelled blood, swarmed out from the shadows from all directions!

The sludge bomb was poured down like a corrosive rain!

The ultrasonic shriek was like a demonic sound filling the brain, interfering with every nerve!
Carbin and Mo Zhen's defensive line collapsed to its limit in an instant!

Screams echoed as people fell one after another, ammunition was rapidly depleted, and they were on the verge of being completely engulfed by the surging poison tide!
Boom! Boom! Boom!

At the critical moment, the sturdy side door on the other side of the warehouse was violently blown open, and smoke and debris filled the air!
"Carbin! Hold the line! Brothers, suppressive fire!"

A deep, powerful sound, like muffled thunder, exploded in the smoke and dust!
Gatlin, the cadre of the First District, the iconic bald, burly man, stepped out of the dust like a moving steel fortress!
He was unusually calm, his strong arms steadily holding a six-barreled Gatling gun, with heavy ammunition belts hanging down his chest!
Behind him were Carbin's trusted confidants and the elite of the First District, who had been left on the outskirts.

The Iron Palm Warrior unleashed his power, clearing a path and sending shockwaves through the air.

The old construction worker wielded the heavy concrete pillars like a human battering ram.

Gatling's sharp eyes swept across the battlefield in an instant, locking onto the flank where the Poison Smoke team's attack was most concentrated. Without any hesitation, his thick finger slammed down on the trigger!

Buzz—da da da da da da da da—! ! !
The six gun barrels rotated at high speed, spitting out scorching flames that were half a meter long!

The dense, suffocating barrage of bullets was like a metal storm, instantly tearing the few Poison Smoke team members and the swarm of Superbats that had popped up on the flank into pieces!

The ferocious firepower instantly tore a bloody gash through the surging tide of poison!

"it is good!"

Carbin was greatly encouraged and seized the opportunity to lead his remaining troops in a fierce counterattack, briefly merging with the steel torrent brought by Gatling!

With the initial formation of a coordinated attack from within and without, the Poison Smoke Team's fierce offensive came to a halt!
"Hmph, you've come at the perfect time. I've been wanting to wipe you all out in one fell swoop for a long time!"

Akromah snapped his fingers.

Shadows flickered deep within the warehouse as more Poison Smoke team members and elves emerged!
All twelve officers of the toxic smoke squad were present!
With the addition of Akromma's capable first mate Heisenberg, Gatling's fresh troops were like pebbles thrown into a raging sea, the ripples quickly being smoothed out by the overwhelming advantage of manpower and terrain!

Taking advantage of their home field, the Poison Smoke team quickly adjusted and formed a tighter encirclement, trapping Carbin, Gatling, Mo Zhen, and their reinforcements in an open area with no cover in the center of the warehouse!
Bullets flew everywhere, energy beams intertwined, and explosions lit up the sky!
The number of casualties continues to rise, and ammunition reserves are dwindling at a visible rate!

The newly ignited hope was ruthlessly extinguished, and the situation became even more dangerous than before. They were completely like fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered!
"Hold!"

Carbin emptied his last magazine, slammed the empty gun down at his feet, leaned against the cold wreckage of the container, and roared furiously at the silhouettes of other groups of people that could be vaguely seen through the broken window of the warehouse.

"Colt! Desert Eagle! Barrett! Hellfire! Are you all blind or deaf?! My people are all going to die! Are you waiting for Akromar to come and give you your last meal?!"

Gatling remained remarkably calm. His massive frame was anchored like a rock behind a relatively intact bunker. The Gatling gun in his hand temporarily ceased firing to cool down, the barrel steaming with white vapor from the high-speed firing.

His bald face, covered in thick, fleshy hair, showed no hysterical expression, only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on the dark area outside the warehouse that symbolized silence.

Outside the warehouse, the cadres from other districts and their men, like vultures in the darkness, continued to watch coldly.

Amidst the smoke and fire, Mo Zhen leaned against a rusty oil drum, while wisps of smoke rose from the muzzle of his Uzi rifle.

His artist-like ease remained, his golden eyes swept across the darkness that symbolized silence, and a cold, all-knowing smile curved his lips.

The sound clearly pierced through the roar of the battlefield and reached the ears of the carbine and the Gatling gun.

"What's the rush? They heard it and they saw it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Akromah, who was in control of everything in the shadows, before finally settling on the meat grinder-like central battlefield.

"But what they were waiting for wasn't a distress signal... what they were waiting for was a signal that would secure victory. A signal that would assure them that rushing in now was to reap the rewards and claim credit, not to die."

He glanced around at the blood-soaked Xiao Huolong and Luca, then at the wounded but fierce and unyielding Carbin, finally settling his gaze on the Gatling gun, which resembled a silent volcano and exuded smoke and killing intent.

"Now, we need a hero. A hero who can ignite the flame of victory in this war!"

In this atmosphere of despair, Xiaomengzi finally went completely insane.

Countless drops of blood and death assaulted the sensitive heart of this pink-haired waste. It couldn't help but let out a pig-like squeal.

【We're doomed! We're doomed this time! Hahahaha, Lord Mo Zhen is about to be captured by a monster! Everyone, we'd better hurry and divide the luggage... Oh my god!】

Inside the warehouse, the last resistance teetered on the brink of collapse under the overwhelming numerical and firepower superiority of the poison smoke team.

The encirclement, like a cold steel ring, is shrinking at a visible speed.

Every second someone falls, and Akromma's indifferent gaze is like that of someone counting sacrifices.

Outside the warehouse, the vultures remained silent in the darkness.

Where are the heroes?

……

Outside the warehouse, torrential rain poured down like a celestial river overflowing its banks, the dark torrents engulfing the heavens and earth.

The icy rain, like millions of steel needles, lashed at Houndoom's cold bone armor and at the unconscious body on its back.

Homiga's face was pressed against the slippery carapace, rainwater mixed with tears streaming down his face.

The lingering warmth on his fingertips had long been stolen by the torrential rain; only the glaring crimson on his father's chest left its final, cold mark before his consciousness faded completely.

Consciousness sank into boundless darkness.

There was no light, no sound, only suffocating darkness that enveloped her as she fell.

come down.

The glaring fluorescent screen was bombarded with countless distorted bullet comments and harsh remarks that gnawed at you like venomous snakes.

[A terrible voice!] [Mental pollution!] [Worse than a Growlithe's howl!] [Beruta!] [Sound like the Dao!]...

The empty livestream room floor was icy cold, and the screen full of jumping "β"s were like countless malicious eyes, nailing her to the pillar of shame.

The ultimate insult, fueled by a frenzy across the internet, trampled her burning rock and roll dreams into mud.

The descent accelerated.

Under the scorching spotlight, on the abandoned factory stage, she lay on all fours, her throat emitting humiliating dog-like barks.

What erupted from the audience was not fervor, but shrill laughter and the cacophony of camera flashes.

"The Queen of Rock and Roll Has Turned into a Dog!" "Make 100,000 copies! Share them all over the world!"

She abandoned all dignity and uncontrollably sprayed champagne in front of everyone, like a piece of trash that had been played with and discarded.

The illusory fortress of happiness was utterly crushed in the flash of the video.

A deeper darkness.

The pale moonlight, the crimson ground, and the bloody hole that had exploded in the father's chest.

Akromah's venomous words pierced our eardrums: "All of this... is because of your 'upright' father!"

Honesty? What my father bought with his blood was a illusory paradise built on toxic fumes!
"Dad... I don't want anything anymore... Let's go home..."

Before the pleas could be finished, gunshots ripped through the rain.

Heisenberg's sinister grin, the father's bloodied final push, Heroga's desperate roar.

As my father lay in a pool of blood, his last words were etched into my very bones the moment his eyes went out.

[Live on... my daughter... Daddy's act... he messed it up...]

Desperate cries echoed in the darkness, completely extinguishing the last shred of support.

This world is pitch black.

There is no redemption through rock and roll, no divine magic, no upright role models, and no warm harbor.

Only deception, exploitation, betrayal, ridicule, and death.

It was like a huge, cold, malicious vortex that mercilessly swallowed everything she had, turning her into a complete joke and a sinner.

Despair, like the heaviest lead weight, pulled her down relentlessly, sinking her into that eternal, painless nothingness.

Give up... sink into despair... just fall asleep forever... and never wake up again...

Homika thought this, just as her consciousness was about to completely fade away, merging into that eternal stillness—

boom!
A deep, resonant thunderclap, like the beating of an ancient behemoth's heart, exploded without warning in the boundless darkness!

boom! Boom!

Then, another sound!
It was clearer and more powerful than the previous sound!

With a power that penetrates the soul, it forcefully dispelled the heavy despair, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool, creating ripples.

The sound was like thunder in the darkness, as if it were saying something.

Wake up...wake up!

Homiga's almost dormant consciousness was suddenly jolted awake by the heart-pounding thunder!
A stirring of life instinct was awakened.

She looked in the direction from which the thunder was coming.

Darkness... it was still an overwhelming darkness.

But that darkness was not nothingness; rather, it was a heavy, cold texture, like ancient black iron!
It is boundless and obscures everything.

boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunder, like a heartbeat, grew louder and closer, carrying an indescribable majesty and...call.

[Wake up... Homiga... Wake up!]

The thunder seemed to be calling her name, urging her to wake up.

Homiga struggled to lift his head and looked in the direction of the thunder.

Above that dark dome, two crimson lights suddenly shone!
That wasn't starlight, nor was it lamplight.

Those are... eyes!
The enormous vertical pupils resembled a burning lava hell!
The crimson light pierced through the thick darkness, cold, majestic, and with an all-knowing indifference, yet it contained an indescribable, boundless power.

The moment those eyes gazed upon him, Homiga felt as insignificant as a speck of dust, his very soul trembling.

The thunderous roar, like a heartbeat, originated from the direction of those eyes, from that unimaginably dark body that obscured the entire space of consciousness!

"who……?"

A faint, almost nonexistent thought drifted out from Homiga's fading consciousness, carrying bewilderment and instinctive fear.

A voice, like a thunderclap, exploded directly into the depths of her soul. It was deep, majestic, and carried the texture of lightning and thunder. Every syllable contained the power to tear through the darkness, answering her question.

I am the True Dragon

The sound echoed in the dark abyss, like intersecting lightning illuminating the darkness.

I am Czechoslovakian.

(End of this chapter)