This elf world is a bit strange

A large hand rested on his shoulder, pulling him back to reality from his world of art and thought.

Turning around, I saw Firio's gentle gaze full of understanding and concern.

"...I couldn't ask for more."

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The secret base of Team Flare, which once carried the fate of countless lives in the Kalos region and this continent, is now only a ruined ruin.

Bricks, alloys, and exposed wires.

There is no longer any threat or safety hazard here, only dead silence. Even the tourists tend to linger in the big pit of the stone pillar ruins, and few people go around to come here.

"Xerneas, the eternal god of life and fairies, was imprisoned by Team Flare in a slumber on an absorption disk in this secret base. Team Flare hopes to use the power of this god to charge the ultimate weapon that can destroy everything."

"The blackout that covered the entire Kalos region was also one of the means used by Team Flare to recharge the ultimate weapon."

"Fortunately, with the joint efforts of many parties, this plan eventually failed. The weapon of destruction eventually destroyed itself, and also completely destroyed the base that carried it. Many things were also buried underground with this destruction."

"But it's a bit sad to say that this 'ultimate weapon' was actually a 'resurrection machine' at first, but later on, because of the hatred of a certain wise king, it became a weapon that directly destroyed countless lives."

"And at the last moment, its beam turned into some kind of creation, causing the number of mega stones to gradually increase throughout the world, especially in our Kalos."

"Life and death are truly an inseparable pair of twins. This is also the eternal theme of our Kalos region. From gods to humans, no one can escape it."

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Outside the ruins of Team Flare's secret base, Haiyun took pictures silently while listening to Firio explaining the story of Team Flare, Xerneas, and the Final Weapon.

Firion and Haiyun's Pokémon formed a big circle. Although they didn't understand much of the story that followed, they still enjoyed it very much.

After a long while, he walked over to Firion, who had fallen into deep thought after the explanation, and asked, "Why would the resurrection machine be turned into a weapon of destruction, and after three thousand years, someone would want to use it to destroy the world?"

"That's a good question, Haiyun, I've been thinking about it too."

Haiyun's question brought Firio out of his thoughts. He took a few steps forward, getting closer to the ruins, and could clearly see the cracks in the bricks and stones.

"First of all, let me give you my opinion. I think the source of all this is despair, a despair for Carlos and the people living in Carlos."

"Three thousand years ago, the wise king was filled with resentment towards the war, hatred towards the enemy who killed his beloved Flowery, and the pain of his beloved Pokémon leaving him after his resurrection. In despair, he finally transformed everything into the idea of ​​'ending the war by destroying both parties', and thus created this 'ultimate weapon'."

"Three thousand years later, this Vladali is said to have the ideal of eliminating 'part of life that is not worth saving', thereby reducing the pressure on our world and creating a beautiful world that he and some of his accomplices idealize."

"In fact, this kind of thing is common in various historical legends. Ideals that seem noble, or are really noble, give rise to cruel destruction."

"The ultimate weapon is a human creation that is beyond its time and even beyond the limits of modern technology. Its power is beyond imagination. It can be said that it has touched the realm of God. This is also the source of all tragedies."

“People always fail to notice the influence of God’s power on people, especially the rewriting of human nature.”

“People cannot control forces that they do not understand. If they try to do so, they will become puppets of that force.”

"A wise person is more likely to become stupid at a time like this..."

With his palms pressed on the brick and stone ruins, Filio thought of many people and many things along the way as the wise king AZ and "Lion-Head" Vladali happened. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional, the kind of emotion that only he, who had stood in the "God's perspective", could recognize and understand.

He thought of the battle that Korni had fought alone when he was still very young, the struggle he and she had put up in the reserve, and the weapon that blossomed like a petal and had left a deep impression on him in his previous life.

At the same time, he also thought of the new drug that he was still studying last night, which was made by the remnants of the Flare Team. The structure was very complex, but the raw materials were very simple, and there was something that made it very familiar.

It's like... maybe that's a little inappropriate, but it's like an extreme version of BattleCube.

The crisis of Team Flash and the Final Weapon seemed to have vanished like the big pit in the stone pillar ruins, but in fact it was still lurking quietly in some unknown corners, and it was possible that it would resurface at any time.

Standing behind Filio, holding his camera, Hai Yun didn't know many things that Filio was thinking.

But from Firio's words, he had some understanding and judgment of his own.

"Maybe... we can record this with photos? This way it can serve as some kind of testimony and warning."

"click"

"Crack, click, click"

After a short pause, the sound of the shutter button was heard again.

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A few hundred meters away, in a small woods.

An extremely tall figure walked slowly over and stood quietly behind a big tree.

Even from a distance, he could still hear what Firio said.

After Firion finished his story, he nodded thoughtfully, his eyes full of loneliness and regret.

"Despair... God's power... Humanity... Alas!"

With a sigh, he no longer went to the ruins, but simply turned around and left.

The huge figure disappeared in just a moment. Its agility was completely unlike that of an ordinary human being.

A small figure holding flowers followed closely behind him and disappeared with him, leaving behind only the lingering refreshing fragrance.

Chapter 111 Eternal Life and the Forest of Stones

"Hey? Firio, what's that in your hand?"

Early in the morning of July 7, in the restaurant of the Elf Center, Haiyun, who had been waiting for a long time, asked curiously.

In front of him was Filio, who was walking slowly with a small gold-embossed notebook in his hand.

Kotaku and Pogo stick both looked very sleepy, dazed, and staggering, obviously not having slept well, which formed a sharp contrast with the lively Naruto and Solevil.

"Oh... Good morning, Haiyun. This was given to me by a friend yesterday. I studied it but haven't finished reading it yet. I'm a little sleepy now."

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Firio put the notebook on the table and packed up breakfast for his friends while explaining.

"Friend? Is that the one you said you were going to meet after you came back yesterday afternoon? If it's something that you're so interested in and researching overnight, it must be good stuff."

Picking up the milk and taking a sip, Haiyun nodded and smiled.

"Well, it's really a good thing, so Mouth and Pogo stick to study it with me. I guess they'll have to take a nap in their Poké Balls this morning. Ah, thank you. I just want to drink some hot milk."

As he was speaking, Firio took another cup of hot milk handed to him by Haiyun and thanked him with a smile.

Although Daigo-san's experience in raising Steel-type Pokémon is only a relatively rough version, it is indeed a priceless treasure.

Thinking of this, he looked at the table. There was only a thin book of twenty or thirty pages, which was enough for him to study and ponder for a while.

"Okay, let's talk about the research later. Let's take a look at the photos we took yesterday. I developed them overnight, and there are several that I am particularly satisfied with!"

Haiyun didn't care too much about this. He excitedly took out the photos he took yesterday and handed them to Filio.

Individual photos of several Pokémon and the scenery of two ruins show great skill from layout to details.

Even though Filho himself does not understand the advanced techniques of photography, he can still feel the cultural symbols behind the images.

Behind every picture is a silent story.

The vitality of Pokémon.

The decay of ruins.

A strong emotional tension emerges from the picture.

"This would be a great set of pictures, can I keep one?"

After carefully admiring them, Firio took out one of them, placed it on the table, and asked.

"I knew it was this one. You can keep it. I have two more printed out."

Shrugging his shoulders, Haiyun agreed with a smile. Although they had only known each other for a short time, he and Filio had an unusual tacit understanding.

As early as when he was developing the photos, he realized that Filio would probably like this photo very much, so he simply developed an extra one.

The Nightmare was flying over the ruins, and the Sun Eevee was carrying the Garchomp, standing sideways on a collapsed stone pillar. Below was standing the thoughtful Pogona, who was stretching out his little wings and pulling Firion's trouser leg.

The sunlight shines, one side is bright and the other side is dark.

Birth and death are twins.

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"By the way, before you leave, aren't you going to say goodbye to your friend?"

In the south of Shixiang Town, at the entrance of Route 10, Haiyun asked while riding on the flaming horse.

"He ran away after the night market ended last night. I don't know where he is now. I guess he went to find a place to mine or do something else."

Firio replied with a smile as he adjusted his roller skates.

Relying on Daigo-san to complete a task only seems to indicate that the Alliance or some other organization does not care much about this matter.

At least, he didn't see any motivation for Daigo-san to complete the task well. Instead, because of the loss of a precious immutable stone, he had more motivation to "quickly find a place to mine and replenish the stock."

When we parted, those beautiful light blue eyes were sparkling.

"Hey... Ha!" Firio stomped his feet lightly and made an "OK" gesture, feeling that everything was fine. "Okay, let's go. I didn't expect that we could go a little further. But I envy you. You have Tanabata flying in the sky, Flame Horse running on the ground, and Laplace swimming in the water. You don't have to move your legs to go anywhere, unlike me, a poor guy who can only travel around Kalos on roller skates."

"Hahahaha! Your pair of roller skates are really extraordinary. Ordinary roller skating equipment can't withstand such use. But don't forget, I'm a photographer, and the Pokémon partner who travels with me is a part of my life. Come on, Flamehorn, let's go!"

"Gallo!"

Hearing Haiyun's call, the Fiery Horse neighed happily, raised its front legs high, and ran towards the distance with burning flames.

"Hey! You two wait for me for a moment! Have you considered the speed of a normal person?!"

"Machi~!"

Behind him was Firio, who was shouting and chasing after him, and the little dream demon who was laughing particularly happily in mid-air.

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"Your stamina is still a little low, Firio. How far have you traveled already and you're already tired?"

About forty or fifty kilometers away, Haiyun jumped off the back of the Fiery Horse leisurely. Looking at Firio who was already out of breath, he laughed and joked, reaching out his hand to pat Firio on the back.

"Don't give me that. How can you say such things while sitting on horseback?"

Firio opened the other person's hand unhappily, his eyes full of undisguised disgust and jealousy.

"Of course I am. Are you jealous? I envy you for catching a little fire horse and raising it from childhood to adulthood~"

"Gallo~!"

Haiyun hugged the flaming horse's head, rubbing it affectionately and mocking it mercilessly.

"Tsk... I'll make a Pokémon that can walk on land, sea and air. You'll be so jealous!"

After grappling with these harsh words, Firio picked up the little dream demon and walked forward without looking back. He couldn't bear to see the face of the person gloating behind him.

Directly in front of us is a forest of huge rocks consisting of scattered stone pillars that stretch as far as the eye can see.

[The wise king's wish to end the war and reduce the harm to life eventually turned into the cruelest deprivation of life.]

[Every stone pillar in the boulder forest on Route 10 was once a living Pokémon.]

[No one knows what state they are in at the moment. Only the faint surging energy fluctuations prove their existence and passing away.]

[The activation of the final weapon, using countless lives as fuel, only brought about complete destruction.]

【Everything that the wise king loved and hated was equally destroyed.】

A huge stone slab, engraved with cruel yet calm words.

The silent stone forest awaits travelers who come here specially or drop by for a visit.

Dozens of kilometers away, a huge figure was gently stroking a stone pillar in the shape of a bad frog, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping slowly from his chin.

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"Three thousand years of life and death is really very heavy..."

In front of him, the stone pillar of the electric flying squirrel still maintained the cheerful expression of the last moment, but everything had been frozen for three thousand years.

Opening his palm and pressing it on the top of the stone statue of the electric flying squirrel, Haiyun's tone was no longer cheerful.

"The king who ended the Hundred Years' War between Kalos and Galar was actually just an ordinary man with outstanding talents. It is said that he is still alive today after being illuminated by the light of life."