This elf world is a bit strange

After a long time, he opened his eyes again, and his restless mood calmed down a little.

"call……"

He let out a long sigh, feeling his heartbeat slow down. After relaxing a little, Qiu Ke looked at the sea and sky as usual, which was becoming extremely boring.

The familiar sea water rises and falls with the breeze.

The familiar blue sky was hung with a few sparse clouds, and occasionally a few seabirds took off from the nearby deserted islands.

The familiar dragon gradually expanded from a small black dot into a blood-red crescent moon.

Wait… a dragon?

……

? !

Qiu Ke rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and his dark pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant.

"Alert! Enemy attack!——"

A sharp warning sounded from the loudspeaker and spread throughout the entire ship in an instant.

High in the sky, countless meteorites slowly condensed. Although they had not yet fallen, they had already put tremendous pressure on the ships below, especially the Flare Team on the ships, who were already extremely nervous.

"Gen...Genji?!"

The sailor operating the energy cannon seemed to be a Hoenn person. Looking at the ferocious flying dragon approaching from afar, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and cried out in the instinctive fear brought by the huge monster and infinite power.

"bang"

"bang"

With a series of crisp sounds, weapons and tools fell to the ground one after another.

The most powerful king of Hoenn, even in faraway Kalos, has the powerful deterrent power to stop children from crying at night.

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The giant dragon spreads its wings and soars into the sky.

Wearing a captain's hat and windbreaker made from a makeshift spaceship pilot's uniform, and a gray fake beard, Firio experienced the bitterness of the inability of warmth and grace to coexist in the whistling wind.

Behind him were Lucario and Wind Fairy sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The light of [Help] never stopped shining, maintaining the energy balance in Dragonite's body, allowing him to act like a bully in the distant sky, and to portray Genji's equally strong Dragonite vividly.

Trying his best to lower his voice, with a bit of hoarseness from alcohol and cigarettes and the vicissitudes of time, Firion raised his right arm high and shouted angrily:

"Dragonstorm, Meteor Swarm!"

"Boman!——"

The fluctuations of supernatural power spread silently, carrying his and Dragonite's roar far away, into the ears and hearts of every member of the Flare Team whose hearts were corroded by fear.

The meteorites fell, breaking through the barrier of the air, and turned into countless fireballs burning with energy fire, smashing into the huge battleship that seemed particularly bulky at this moment.

"It's Genji! It's Genji! That old lunatic!"

He was still the sailor from Hoenn, a former pirate. Ten years ago, he had the luck and misfortune to meet Genji who was out to sea to suppress bandits. It was the same at that time. The overwhelming meteorites destroyed the resistance of the Pokémon that the pirate leader was proud of in an instant, and blew their pirate ship into pieces.

Thanks to his excellent swimming ability, the rescue of several water Pokémon, and luck far superior to that of his companions, he managed to escape from the bottom of the sea, but he was also left with a nightmare that will be remembered for the rest of his life.

At this moment, the fateful echo exploded in his heart, completely shattering his sanity.

The energy cannon at his doorstep could not give him the slightest confidence or sense of security. With an inhuman howl, he, who had just arrived at the gun position, threw away his armor and weapons, stumbled towards the nearby ship's side, and pretended to jump into the sea to escape.

Such behavior made the accomplices around him, especially the good friends who slept and ate together every day, even more frightened. They looked around and wanted to imitate him.

But just as the Hoenn sailor ran to the side of the ship and intended to jump off, a cold light flashed from the cabin.

"Swish"

With a slight sound, blood splattered.

Expressions of fear and ecstasy were still intertwined on the sailor's face, but the spirit of life had been lost.

The tall body was split into two in an instant, and fell powerlessly into the water, causing a small wave and a deep red, and then there was no life anymore.

"Da da da……"

A slender figure walked out of the cabin, and the hard soles of his leather shoes made a crisp sound on the steel deck.

"That's not Genji at all, it's just that brat who caused us so much trouble pretending to be so!"

With a livid face, Qiu Ke walked to the middle of his panicked subordinates and shouted in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, a dense queue emerged from behind him and spread to various parts of the ship, bringing his orders to the sailors in the most primitive and direct way.

Their arrival was for both support and surveillance, but the observers themselves were also feeling uneasy.

"Activate all the energy cannons and blast this mysterious thing down! Anyone who flees will be killed on the spot! As long as you can kill the guy in the sky, everyone can take any rare resource from the warehouse when they arrive in Alola! Regardless of your identity!"

Eustace's angry and somewhat frustrated voice came from the loudspeaker, full of murderous intent.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys and with huge profits at hand, the desperadoes, who were already living on the edge of death, calmed down a little and nervously operated the equipment in front of them under the threatening gaze of the commandos members.

Anti-aircraft guns of all sizes were erected, and the glow of energy began to flicker. The steel behemoth that symbolized human technology's conquest of the sea showed its spikes and fangs.

"Fire!"

Accompanied by Eustace's roar, countless rays of light shot into the sky, and in an instant, dense explosions like rain resounded through the sky.

Meteorites shattered, dust and smoke spread, and countless fireballs exploded in the sky like a star shower in the daytime, rolling up a tide of energy like a surging wave, which pushed back the Dragonite in the sky a little and also caused the giant warship below to sway left and right due to the rolling waves.

As the smoke gradually cleared, the meteorite showers that symbolized destruction became few and far between. The hope for life in the crisis aroused the fighting spirit of everyone on the ship.

If you can stop it, you can win!

The ardent desire to survive surged through the hearts of the sailors and fighters, turning into the courage to fight and forcibly suppressing the instinctive fear.

The burning gaze was fixed on Firion and Dragonite who were silently in the air.

However, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and mustered the courage to fight hard, no one noticed that to the left, right and behind the ship, the roaring waves were becoming even more turbulent.

Three Carlos-class fighter ships coming from the deep sea slowly surfaced, and several sturdy energy cannons flashed flames of revenge.

The previous storm was not entirely caused by the collision of meteor showers and energy cannons. The greater power came from the energy-storing war machines.

In joy, the sailors on both sides of the ship looked around, and then, as expected, they saw the last scene before the launch.

"That is……?!"

"boom--"

The deafening roar completely sealed and annihilated the warning that had no chance to be spoken out.

The blazing white beam of light overwhelmingly displayed the latest achievements of Carlos' military technology in front of the Flash Team, which had just ignited hope.

In a more desperate way.

The turrets on the deck exploded with a roar of energy, sounding a sonata of iron and blood.

The sturdy steel plates at the waterline were rendered useless by the devastating bombing. Countless seawater poured into the cabin through the huge gap, swallowing the few sailors who had managed to survive.

In the violent attack, only a small space near the command tower was spared, but the hastily erected green light curtain was shattered by the impact of the exploded turret wreckage.

Broken limbs and body parts turned the deck, which had just been filled with joy, into a living hell, and the shrill cries told of the end of life.

"A feint to the east and attack in the west... Or am I the real bait?" Under the protection of the Squid King and Mimicry Hill, Jack was unharmed but his eyes were dull. He muttered to himself as he watched the tragic scene in front of him.

He knew that he and the last elite force of Team Flare had no other fate, and the ominous premonition in his heart finally turned into reality.

Although there were still a large number of special operations team members behind him, he could imagine their expressions at the moment without looking back.

After great ups and downs, it collapsed at any moment.

In the sky, a roaring dragon, burning with raging flames, swooped down from the air defense zone which had become useless. One could almost see the high-spirited look of the young man on the dragon's back.

"Split up and attack. I want to capture him alive!"

A rough roar rose from under the side of the ship, and with it came the giant insect that made it almost impossible to resist.

Next came the fierce and wolf-like Storm Troops and their Swamp King who was extremely good at water battles.

And that fleeting, brilliant golden hair that brought with it a chilling murderous intent.

"...It's over."

Closing his eyes in pain, Jack tightly grasped the Poké Ball in his hand, desperate and determined.

"You all... run for your lives... I don't want to run anymore, Squid King, Water Cannon!"

The figure who instantly aged by dozens of years did not retreat but advanced instead, brazenly facing the powerful enemy that no one could stop.

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One hundred kilometers northwest of Sala.

The sea that used to be calm was now raging with raging waves. Ships of all sizes, some ancient and some modern, were all emitting black smoke. They either slowly sank into the sea or hoisted the white flag at the last moment, awaiting the judgment of fate.

Small boats carrying fully armed Alliance trainers and international police attacked separately, taking control of the ships of pirates and poachers who had lost the will to resist one by one.

This isolated island in the open sea was completely blocked, and not even a fly could fly out.

In the same situation is the black market located in the southwest of Sala City, on the edge of the Carlos continent. It is an extension of the black market on this island, and is the work of a powerful black market owner who has been wandering between the black and white worlds for many years.

However, this marginal product between light and darkness can never be kept secret so that no one knows about it.

On normal days, they might be able to exist and grow while the alliance turns a blind eye. However, once the bottom line is involved, all resistance is futile in the face of the behemoth that has ruled Carlos for many years and its terrifying violent machine.

From the time the first police car was seen, to the time all means of communication became ineffective, to the time the entire seaside black market was wiped out from top to bottom, it took no more than a dozen minutes.

In the solemn silence, the scattered corpses lying on the roadside and the crowd tied in a line walking dejectedly towards the prison van proved the determination of the Carlos Alliance.

Among these people is Kron, the black market manager who once cooperated with the Gale Pirates.

After countless calculations, he ended up losing both his money and his life. All his hard work went down the drain and he became a prisoner of the Carlos Alliance.

......

......

All matters on the periphery have been arranged, and an impenetrable net is shrouded over the island's black market.

Sensing the impending disaster, the black market operators did not hesitate and activated the defense measures they had practiced for many years. The seemingly ordinary barren mountains and sparse woods instantly turned into "steel hedgehogs", waiting for the attack of the alliance and the international police.

However, before the defense facilities built with huge investment had a chance to be put to use, they suffered an unexpectedly heavy blow.

The warrior in heavy armor and his shield and sword monster are like a bloody demon, swift and terrifying.

From the distant sea to the center of the defense line, it only took a moment.

Surging psychic energy, twisted magnetic fields, and the power of steel that destroys everything.

Yan Kai, the second-ranked of the Four Heavenly Kings, who has been dormant for several months under the pretext of recuperating from his injuries, is demonstrating the way of chivalry on this uninhabited island.

Upright and unmatched.

Teams of well-organized trainers landed on the beach, effortlessly found every entrance to the black market, formed a formation and charged in, setting off a bloody storm.

For the evildoers wreaking havoc on the sea, today is the day of judgment, without any warning and without any chance of resistance or escape.

......

......

The huge black market that was created by hollowing out the entire island is now in complete chaos.

The once prestigious managers and the black market's own law enforcers were now helpless in the face of these desperate and crazy desperadoes.

The carnival not long ago is still vivid in my mind, but now it has turned into a desperate escape.

The few remaining paths of survival were filled with panic-stricken crowds, trampling, fighting, and looting. The evil in the world was particularly evident at the critical moment of life and death.

But all this has nothing to do with a small bar.

Dozens of prostrated figures spoke of the powerful strength and fierce methods of the old man who was still silently enjoying his drink and his disciple who was guarding outside the gate.

Unrelated people had already fled, but they had only entered a larger dragnet.

The only people left in the bar were the master and his apprentice and the mysterious man who slowly walked down the stairs from the second floor.

"International Police Crime Countermeasures Department, and the Four Heavenly Kings of Hoenn, I underestimated you. The level of the henchmen really needs to be looked up to. The boss is still far-sighted."

The man with the hood on was not tall and his whole body was covered tightly. His voice had no characteristics and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. It was obvious that he was wearing a voice changer.

The calm tone revealed a bit of arrogance and contempt.