Summoning the Crown of the Elf

To be honest, the devil-like attitude that rushed towards his face made the Giant Pincer Mantis, who was only at the peak of A-level, a little confused.

why?

Obviously, the aura I felt before was only a B-level peak.

why?

Obviously, it should be able to deal with the existence of A-level with ease.

pressure.

Unimaginable pressure is approaching.

The eyes of the Pokémon that leapt up suddenly were shining like frozen white flames.

Bewitching, crazy.

The giant pincer mantis can only barely lift the double pincers, and the strength is gathering, but...

The unmatched powerful tide washed it away in an instant.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

Accompanied by several clear collisions.

The giant pincer mantis knows very well that its joints have been abolished.

Unable to act.

Unable to fight back.

The whole body is in constant pain.

It broke our hearts.

Cruel and ruthless.

Are you going to die here?

It has clearly imprinted the bloodline on many A-levels under the command of the insect god.

As long as it retreats completely this time, it will bring them back next time.

And from that time on, it will be the new worm god.

But......

After all, it is still fishing for the moon in the water.

Dream, is it broken?

The water curtain dissipated in an instant, and the original A-level peak Pokémon with a strange aura suddenly changed back to a B-level peak.

It's still that expression that sees through everything.

It was still as calm as water.

However, it no longer dared to underestimate the opponent's strength.

Perhaps, there is no chance to be underestimated.

The blue Pokémon looked at him, then looked away, as if he had killed a mosquito casually outside, as long as his hands were clean.

As for whether the killed mosquito should be wiped off with a napkin, it doesn't matter anymore.

Not at home anyway.

Probably this is the mentality.

The giant pincer mantis read this will from the calm back of the giant marsh monster.

But soon, its already painful body began to tremble unconsciously.

That is the oppression of the superiors on the inferiors.

That is the fear that stems from the blood.

What is this breath?

Insect God?

Impossible, it just felt that the other party had fallen.

Is there more than one worm god?

As if answering its question.

In the moonlight at midnight.

It's the darkest time before the sun rises.

A cold and bright red figure appeared in its sight like a ghost.

"Hello."

The visitor said so.