Phoebe's eyes narrowed a bit even as she looked at the welcoming Banette in front of her.
"So familiar..."
Phoebe couldn't help but narrow her eyes... this Banette in front of her gave her a very familiar feeling.
Dusknoir's one eye squinted just as much as his master's... and it really wasn't a joke... he also felt that this Banette looked familiar.
Or rather, kind of like Phoebe's Banette.
Only a little bit older feeling.
"Ban!"
Banette, however, didn't have the idea to talk more nonsense with Dusknoir and Phoebe.
After shouting, Shadow Ball immediately coalesced in her hands and then threw it towards Phoebe and Dusknoir.
Dusknoir looked startled.
He dodged to the side in a hurry.
Phoebe was shaken by the sudden change of direction.
"Ohh!"
She hurriedly grabbed the shroud on Dusknoir's body when she was about to fall.
That's how she didn't fall over Dusknoir's shoulder.
Just as she was about to ask Dusknoir what had happened.
There was a sudden loud explosion from below.
Phoebe and Dusknoir, along with the rest of the inured crowd, turned their eyes to look over.
Between them a huge hollow with a radius of three to five meters appeared on the ground, and it looked extremely workmanlike around the edges.
Judging by the landing point, it was basically certain that it was caused by that Shadow Ball just now.
Phoebe couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Looking ahead of herself, the Banette who was snickering and incidentally spreading her hands towards herself.
It seemed to be quite harmless. Couldn't feel much power either, but... so strong!
It's a moderately high energy level for a Champion... of course, that's not how battle power is calculated.
But...this is definitely not a situation one can handle...
"Dusknoir! Shadow Ball!"
Phoebe took a deep breath, then commanded in a firm tone.
She couldn't back down... she couldn't just let these people toss so many things around in Hoenn, in Mt. Pyre, in her own home.
Besides...being an Elite Four required the realization of being able to lay down one's life for the protection of the people.
That is the duty of the Elite Four. If you want to run away, then don't become an Elite Four.
Dusknoir also released a Shadow Ball to his opponent without any hesitation after hearing the order.
Banette, with a grim smile on her face, put her hands together and then formed another Shadow Ball, which then collided with Dusknoir's Shadow Ball.
Although Banette's strength was much stronger than Dusknoir's, Shadow Ball was a skill that Ghost-type Pokémon often used.
So naturally, it's not true to say that there's a big difference in power.
That's why it was blown up together at this point.
Or if you switch to a less familiar skill. Right now it's Banette's skill that's directly blowing Dusknoir's skill to smithereens. After all, the difference in strength between the two was just too great.
Phoebe, on the other hand, directly let go of her hand when she saw this, and then fell from the air.
"Banette!"
One of the Pokéballs around her waist directly burst open, then a Banette rushed out, and he grabbed Phoebe's hand, causing Phoebe to stop her descent.
Seriously, Pokémon's world is so physically fit, if it were Rope's world, Phoebe's arm would have ripped off...
And Phoebe didn't have time to think about that right now.
"Steven! Wallace! You guys come quickly! I can't hold it!!!"
Phoebe said with a rather desperate heart.
Banette, who was currently grabbing Phoebe's hand to make her descent even slower, looked at the homunculus that was violently beating her big brother in mid-air. There was quite a bit of dismay in her eyes...
"No... that's not my parents either... but he looks like me!!!"
Banette thought somewhat strangely as he looked at the one above.
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And at that moment, not too far away in the sky, a youth sitting on a white and gold Metagross was darting in the direction of Mt. Pyre with a grave expression on his face.
The visitor was naturally the former Hoenn Champion and current Chairman of Devon Corporation.
Stone enthusiast, Steven Stone.
In theory, a former champion shouldn't be dragged out to help with this kind of thing in the first place. But the Hoenn region well...one could only say that Steven's prestige was simply too high.
"Don't let anything happen..."
Steven, dressed in a miner's outfit, sat on top of Metagross, his eyes flashing with a bit of worry. In his own mind, he said.
And just then, his navigator suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and then Wallace's voice came on the other end.
"Steven! Where are you now?"
Wallace's business was clearly tinged with anxiety.
Steven's voice was quite calm as he said, "Don't panic, I'm already on my way. I just came out of the mine and got the news. Then immediately rushed over to Mt. Pyre."
Listening to this calming voice, Wallace also couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, when it really came down to it, even he, the new Champion, couldn't help but seek Steven's help first. Naturally, the voice was in no position to talk about anyone else.
"Phoebe's side says she can't stop it. The other side has some very powerful Champion-level regular Pokémon in addition to two Legendary Pokémon that we haven't seen before."
Wallace spoke quickly, and they both knew that it was a race to the bottom now...
Steven listened with a frown on his face as well, they knew so little about this organization.
But what's the point of talking to him about it... even if he was more powerful, he couldn't do anything to rush over there right away... and right now, there weren't actually any other Plates to back them up?
Obviously, last time when Rope was still around, a Plate of Arceus had come to seek support...
"Are humans still so untrustworthy, Arceus?"
Steven thought to himself somewhat helplessly.
"Let her stabilize as much as she can. You can retreat if it's not possible. We can live with the consequences of Mt. Pyre's Spirit World passage being opened. But losing an Elite Four is not in the content of our cost assessment."
Steven spoke with a firm voice, but he completely forgot that if he and Phoebe were to lose one of them now, then he, Steven, would never take half a step back even if he were to die on the battlefield...
Wallace was certainly thinking the same thing, but it was true that there was no time to fight with Steven right now either...
"I'll let her know. You get there as soon as you can. I'm already at the nearest instantaneous movement point..."
Wallace was obviously in a hurry.
Steven's head hurt just hearing the words 'instantaneous movement point'. He was a little glad that he hadn't laid this thing on his side, and a little chagrined.
"You stay safe..."
That was all Steven could command Wallace. After coming out, Wallace's ability to command was basically nullified for a good portion of the day.
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On the battlefield, the Dragon Elite Four Drake was also powerless as it looked at the scene at this moment.
This Dusknoir in front of him looked quite a bit stronger than his own trump card.
As the strongest one in the Feng Yuan Elite Four. He was at this moment yet he felt exceptionally powerless.
It was too far off.
Shaking his head, Drake looked towards the flat-headed middle-aged man beside himself. He looked like he was probably only in his early thirties, and his face was quite grave.
"Norman, I'll stall this Dusknoir here, so hurry up and help little Phoebe out..."
Captain Drake said calmly. He had to admit that even if he was the strongest of the Elite Four, he still didn't have a full grasp of the situation against Norman.
Normal-type...an attribute that could hardly achieve anything great. Right now, there were only four dojos in League that were labeled as Normal-types.
And of those four, the strongest was naturally Norman's Petalburg Gym.
Norman nodded, then said, "Don't worry, Captain Drake. I'll stop the other side."
With that, Norman jumped right off the ship and landed on the shore.
Looking up at the very powerful, but seemingly spiritless Dusknoir, Norman's eyes said meaningfully puzzled.
"Why does it feel somewhat familiar?" Norman thought to himself.
But at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, he looked at Phoebe and Dusknoir who were being beaten back by Banette not far away, then immediately ran over.
While running, he removed two Pokéballs from his own waist.
"Come out Slaking come out Chansey!"
Slaking and Chansey appeared in place with a flash of white light.Chansey directly used the trait swap without Norman's command.
And so Slaking, who just now looked like he was still lazily dressed in a listless manner, suddenly sprang to life.
The dragon's spirit looked at Banette, who was not far away, and let out an angry growl.
This was Norman's trump card, a normal Pokémon with the highest racial value, and with the help of trait swapping, this Slaking, which had been bred to the peak of the Elite Four class, was able to take on a Champion-class Pokémon, but it wasn't impossible to do so.
"Slaking! Hammer Arm!"
Norman wasn't polite at all. As he approached his opponent, he gave a straightforward order to attack.
Slaking had a grim smile on his face.
Then with brick-red fighting system energy coalescing in his hands, he crouched slightly, then jumped, and swung his fist violently towards Banette.
Dusknoir naturally knew the strength of Norman's Slaking...this punch could only be resisted by Steven's Metagross sense.
And the Slaking was crazy right now. He had to wait for the sobering energy of the characteristic change to pass before he could fight in his normal state. Being close to Slaking now, there was a real possibility of being attacked.
Just as Dusknoir avoided the punch that wasn't directed towards himself, Banette also dodged helplessly with her head in two different directions.
Although now her own strength should be stronger than this is stupid monkey. But now, she still wanted to dodge at the sight of this stupid monkey. One could only say that the after-effects were still there…
Phoebe and Norman, who had been carefully observing that Banette, were stagnant when they watched the other party's evasive movements, and a moment later, a great sense of shock came over them...
Banette, however, was completely unaware of this, and was now tangling with Slaking. There was a sense of playfulness.
In fact, Norman and the others sucked it up and followed to stall for time, and Banette and the others wanted to stall just as much. When Spooky Plate absorbed the Ghost Law completely, they could just evacuate the place.
The mission was that simple.
Banette lightly dodged another of Slaking's punches, then smiled at the light in front of her.
Norman looked over to Phoebe, who looked at her side and Banette who was over there tangling with Slaking with a look of disbelief.
Finally, they both looked over at the woman over there who was directing the fight with the same meaningful gleam in her eyes.
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"Ugh..."
In the small room, there was a sound of Wallace dry-heaving.
A staff member on one side patted his back and said, "Mr. Wallace, don't push yourself so hard... we're just too far away from Mt. Pyre right now. And even if you reach the nearest instantaneous movement point, you're still a constant distance away from Mt. Pyre..."
"Don't say that much... ugh... hurry up and start."
Wallace grimaced and covered his stomach, trying his best to suppress his desire to vomit. Then he continued to give orders to the staff next to him.
"No, Mr. Wallace, you have to rest for at least 10 minutes or your body won't be able to hold out."
This instantaneous movement was from PokémonLeague to Lilycove City, and then flying from Lilycove City to Mt. Pyre. That in itself is a distance of a third of a Hoenn region in one trip across la.
It was a small teleportation point, and the neighborhood was nowhere to be found.
Wallace of course didn't want to stop there, the sooner he got there now, the less chance of something bad happening.
So he pushed the staff member away with force. The staff member felt the strength coming from his body and gently took a step back, sort of making way.
Of course he was concerned about the safety of this newly appointed champion, the famous coordinating master of their Hoenn region. But nay Wallace was his boss and his idol, and more to the point...they weren't acquainted. Acquaintances could of course hold each other strong and let him rest enough before setting off.
But he didn't have that kind of qualification... he was just a small staff member.
"Will you stop fooling around!"
A clear, dry female voice rang out from the doorway. The next thing was a beautiful woman in a bird-like flight suit walking in through the door.
The staff member saw this and greeted, "Hello Gym Leader Winona!"
Winona smiled and gave him a polite nod before staring at the guy in front of her with a heavy face.
Wallace had a bitter smile on his face.
"If you're free to pick me up, why don't you go straight to Mt. Pyre for support."
Wallace said rather uncomfortably.
He naturally knew that it was not quite right for him to say that, but he chose to say it anyway. After all, he only had that battlefield on his mind right now.
Winona didn't have the heart to argue with him right now. Somewhat distressed, she looked at this uncaring fellow, then went forward to hold him up.
"Don't worry, Steven should have arrived by now. We'll fly directly from here to Mt. Pyre, it's a little closer than if you got to Lilycove City and then went to Mt. Pyre."
Winona said gently, "I'm taking you there while you get some rest. There are a lot of Champion-level Pokémon on the other side. You and Steven are the main ones, it's only important that you don't mess up your body."
With those words, the two headed towards the house, which already had a Tropicosaurus waiting outside. It was Winona's large flying Pokémon that could carry two people with good endurance and speed.
The staff in the room watched the two leave and breathed a sigh of relief, both with the sentiment that Mt. Pyre's side should be able to settle down sooner rather than later. There was also the celebration that the champions wouldn't have to have something happen to them.
At the end of the day, no one wants to egg on some responsibility like that for no reason. If Wallace falls sick because of this. It's going to be a lot less painful for him as a little guy...
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And at that moment, Rope summoned Hoopa.
"You haven't even been to Mt. Pyre?"
Rope looked at this high tower in front of him, and said rather helplessly.
This was Sky Pillar...Rayquaza's territory. And Hoopa just waltzed in here with Rope.
Hoopa rolled his eyes and said, "Sky Pillar has Rayquaza, you tell me, what does Mt. Pyre have?"
Rope sniffed.
It was indeed a matter of talking and laughing. You'd have to be a god to get pranked by Hoopa back in the day.
"Then what did you bring me to Sky Pillar for?"
Rope said, scratching his head.
"Rayquaza flies fast! You're going to some Mt. Pyre, we'll let him give us a ride and we'll be there in no time."
That wasn't a false statement...Rayquaza did fly extremely fast, or else he wouldn't be known as the god of the sky.
But the point of using Rayquaza as a means of transportation did hit Rope in his intellectual blind spot...
"Are you sure..."
Before Rope could finish his sentence, a huge dragon with an emerald green body appeared in front of Rope. It had to be said that Rayquaza was indeed a giant dragon that best fit Rope's aesthetic. Because he was closest to the image of a Chinese dragon.
And it was strong...giant strong.
At this moment, Rayquaza looked at the large and small group in front of him and let out a low roar.
"Why are you here?"
He stared at Hoopa, who had given them a lot of trouble back then, the fathead fish and the big toilet were all attacked by this guy.
Teleporting over followed by a beating. The fathead fish and the toilet king have not reacted yet... they were beaten and sent back... where can this be justified?
That's why Hoopa's reputation in a group of Legendary Pokémon was also very bad. If he came to find himself today, the odds were that it still wasn't anything good.
With this in mind, Rayquaza looked to the side at Rope, a human who had been chosen by a group of Legendary Pokémon to be their spokesperson during the big event. But it wasn't long before they received a notice from Arceus that Rope had become a new god, with his priesthood and powers, or laws, to be determined.
Good lord, Rayquaza had called out right then and there. They were thinking about how they were going to compete with the other guys for this spokesperson, and then they turned their hands and this spokesperson became their colleague...
Rayquaza was impressed with Rope, though. Seeing Rope hanging out with Hoopa, he felt a little bit sorry for him.
Rope was also puzzled as to why Rayquaza was looking at him much like his high school homeroom teacher in the original world did when he learned that he was still playing nice with the punks outside the school.
"Ahem, Rayquaza! Do us a favor!"
Little Hoopa, seeing how awkward the atmosphere was, was also deeply impressed that he was indeed a bit unpopular. Big things can still be called for, but small things are just straight to a halt.
It was a good thing that this time out was indeed a big deal.
"What favor?"
Rayquaza asked suspiciously.
"Being a flying-..."
Hoopa's words were covered by Rope's death grip before he could finish.
"It's like this, there's someone on Mt. Pyre's side with a Pokémon attacking Arceus's Spooky Plate doppelganger, and the other side isn't weak, we need your help."
Rope has a sincere gaze and a sincere face. A face of greatness.
Hoopa's eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Rope, thinking, "How can this guy talk like that? Obviously he wanted Rayquaza to be a tool dragon, but now he's talking as if he's very that way...
Rayquaza instinctively felt that what Hoopa was about to say was definitely not that, so he looked over at Hoopa.
Rope gives Hoopa a death glare, then smiles and lets go of his hand.
Hoopa turns his head and looks at Rayquaza with a smile and a sunny face and says, "What Rope said is what I'm going to say."
Rayquaza looks at the large and small group there in front of him and is deeply impressed that neither are any good.
But he really hadn't contacted Arceus in a little while...which was fishy in itself. And Arceus's Plate doppelganger actually got beaten up...what kind of reasoning is this...who has nothing to do to mess with Arceus, and really isn't afraid of waiting for him to recover from his injuries and directly exterminate your entire family?
"Then let's go."
Rayquaza didn't ponder too long, for one thing, this matter was important in itself. Secondly, Hoopa and Rope had already begged for help, and not going to help himself would be not giving face to his colleagues.Hoopa himself was very strong, and this Rope guy couldn't see the depths. Thirdly, this was also going to do a favor for the big boss...there was no reason to refuse.
Rope nodded towards Hoopa, or Hoopa gave Rope a thumbs up behind his own back.
The guy sure could talk.
So Rope climbed onto Rayquaza's back.Hoopa grabbed Rope's collar.
Rayquaza feels both guys sit still before taking off into the air and flying quickly in the direction of Mt. Pyre.
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Steven still managed to take a moment to look at the navigator who had come to the message alert.
He confronted the guy with the Giratina mask in front of him head on, and then another, never before seen, pitch black, villainous Pokémon.
Steven misses Rope beyond measure right now.
If Rope had been there, he wouldn't have had to get beaten up with a messenger for no reason.
On the field Steven was now barely able to even the playing field with Ms. Ghost.
Steven glanced at the navigator on his wrist, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
"Unread message Winona: I got Wallace, coming soon."
"Unread message Rope: I'll be there soon, with two helpers. Tell me about the battle if you have time. Especially the Spooky Plate situation. Forget it if you don't."
Steven laughed helplessly, "Definitely don't have that time to talk to you..."
"Metagross! Hyper Beam!"