69novels Chapter 322 Devastation – A Picture of Hell
Chapter 322 Devastation – A Picture of Hell
In conclusion, the tacitly coordinated attack by the two Plasma Group Sages, while well-coordinated, did not achieve the desired results.
Because when their Pokémon attacked the source of the sound, Reina, the berry breeder hiding in the shadows, had already moved far away from that alley.
In fact, after hearing their first two sentences and realizing that they were officers of the Plasma Group, the woman immediately sensed something was wrong and, together with her partner, grabbed the bag of tree fruits and began to flee.
As a tree fruit cultivator employed by the Feather Residence, Rena had naturally heard of the infamous reputation of that evil organization from Detective Hugo.
Even without this background knowledge, she could hear from afar the sage Jero's obviously hostile entrance and mockery. What good person would speak like that? Based on this alone, the other party's identity was definitely not innocent.
That's a Plasma Group! How many of her and the other dolls would dare to hide under the nose of an evil organization and eavesdrop on information like the protagonists in an adventure story?
At this point, preserving one's own life is of utmost importance!
run!
Miss Rena retreated in a hurry, barely noticing anything behind her except to tiptoe as much as possible. Her Doll was a little more cautious, and before leaving, it released a "Light Wall" move that could temporarily block out footsteps.
The noise that Vio and Jero heard was the sound of the soundproof "light wall" breaking down after the doll had almost left the area.
As it turned out, the doll's precautions were definitely not superfluous. The enemy could even hear the sound of the "light wall" dissipating, so of course they couldn't miss the footsteps of Reina and her group as they fled.
Just moments after Rena moved away from the street, the enemy's attack came suddenly!
The "Frozen Beam" instantly blocked the alleyway's entrance and exit with its frozen walls of ice and the "High-Speed Stars" raining down on the alley. The dazzling light burst in the darkness startled the berry breeder, who had no combat skills or awareness.
She was completely unprepared for the battle, so she cried out in fright and almost slipped and fell.
It was this fright that made Rena realize that the villains had discovered her and the doll's existence. So she completely gave up hiding and, with the same ferocity as a mouse avoiding its natural enemy, she and her partner grabbed plastic bags and began to flee desperately.
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"Aren't we going to chase after her and deal with her?"
Seeing that Vio, who had blocked the alley entrance first, did not order the geometric snowflakes to continue their attack, Sage Gerald frowned.
The mathematician shook his head, withdrew his gaze from the distance, calmly adjusted his standard cleric's cap, and answered—
"The other party has already run far away. There's no way to shut her up before she screams. Let's just leave it at that. Besides, judging from the distance between that person and us, they probably started running away at the very beginning of the conversation. Such a coward can't possibly affect our plans at all."
In reality, because Rena had to carry a large number of tree fruits, her escape speed was much slower than Vio had estimated. If the two sages had sent out more elves to fight with all their might, they might have been able to capture her and the almost-doll silently and silence them.
"Hmph, I think you should cherish your reputation."
Jero snorted in displeasure at the sage's unauthorized decision to demote him, but the best opportunity to pursue had been missed, and the matter had to be abandoned.
Under the cover of night, Vio calculated the melting time of the ice wall and figured it should melt before anyone noticed. He then recalled the geometric snowflake into its Poké Ball and casually remarked to his colleague—
"Popularity remains very important for the religious community at this stage. If we still aspire to the sky, there is no need to futilely clip our wings."
"Surely you, a sage who was least concerned about the elven liberation movement, shouldn't be saying this."
The Yellow-Robed Sage also retrieved the exploding Magneton, giving it a disgruntled glare.
"Speaking of which, the mess you made this time has actually given us a sigh of relief. Since that incident at the casino, no one in headquarters has been able to cut our budget. The sage Rhodes, who is now in charge of the purse strings, is different from you. He has a more lenient attitude towards the King's ideals. Even now, with the Order's funds tight, the funds used to liberate Pokémon have not decreased but increased."
The sage Vio retorted sharply: "Being choked by mere money is a sign of your immaturity as supporters of the king. Such things only require creating a stir to achieve the goal; doing more afterward is utterly pointless."
"You are the immature one. A great kingdom cannot be built on a mere illusion. Only when our king personally leads a real revolution can he truly usher in an era for heroes and sages like us."
Gerald opened his arms, looking at Vio with pity and anger at his lack of ambition—
"The thought of how many oppressed Pokémons can be freed, how many stray Pokémons can be helped to return to their habitats, and how many vicious human sadists can be severely punished makes me feel a trembling sense of satisfaction."
The mathematician shook his head repeatedly as if he were looking at something disgusting: "To be honest, Gerald, I sometimes really get confused. As a sage, you know all the things the Order has done, yet you can still say those things without any shame?"
"I should be the one who's confused."
Jero calmly raised his mustache, revealing a shameless smile in the darkness.
"As a sage who has served the king for so many years, do you really believe that the Plasma Group, which we have devoted half our lives to creating, is merely a criminal organization that exists solely to satisfy sinful desires?"
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Rena was so out of breath from running.
At first, she could run a little faster than the doll, but now, after who knows how much time has passed, the doll is almost pulling her along.
"Huff...huff...I can't go on anymore, I really can't run anymore, let me rest for a bit!"
Out of breath, Rena grabbed her partner, whose swaying speed showed no signs of slowing down, put the bag of tree fruits on the ground, and leaned against a tree trunk to catch her breath.
Wait... a tree trunk?
Looking up and around, all I saw were more dark trees, appearing gloomy and eerie in the night. The ground beneath my feet was no longer the stone bricks of Kagome Town, but loose soil and grass.
"Weren't we just in the city? How did we suddenly end up in the forest?"
Having lived in a metropolis like Hiyon City for a long time, Rena never imagined that Kagome Town's urban area was so small. In her opinion, the idea of running away from the city while running was simply an absurd fantasy.
Seeing that the trainer was in a state of confusion, aimlessly wandering around in the forest at night, the Polito released a pink "Healing Pulse" at Rena.
Amidst the gently rippling supernatural energy, the nurturer finally calmed her breathing—
"Sigh, whatever, it seems there are some advantages to running this far. At least those bad guys who attack without warning didn't catch up, and we didn't lose the fruit we bought. Don't you think so, kid?"
However, her partner did not answer. Instead, he turned his back to Rena and silently looked into the depths of the forest.
"Huh? What's wrong? Did you see something again using the light from the 'healing wave' just now?"
The trainer tugged at his partner's fluffy tail and asked nervously in a low voice.
Almost-Doll has excellent hearing, so generally speaking, even the most skilled stealth Pokémon cannot sneak up near it undetected.
But when faced with that thing deep in the forest, the doll could barely spot it with the help of a light source... What exactly was it?
"Tabu...Nai..."
Just as Ms. Rena was puzzled, the medical Pokémon beside her let out an unusually sad cry, and actually abandoned its trainer and moved towards the direction where the anomaly had been discovered.
"Hey, almost there, wait for me!"
Rena struggled to carry the bag of preserved fruit by herself and followed her partner into the deep forest.
She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she sensed from afar that the air around her seemed a little off.
It's neither the smell of dust and steel in the city, nor the smell of grass and leaves in nature, and it's subtly different from the stench of rotting garbage...
Rena gritted her teeth, hoisted the bag of tree fruit onto her shoulder, and used one hand to take out her phone and turn on the flashlight function.
The flashlight beam pierced through his partner's shadow and into the forest beyond the leaves, the artificial light, countless times brighter than moonlight, instantly illuminating the area in front of them—
In the distance, what unfolded before her and the almost-doll-like figure was a living hell.
Horrible corpses, gruesome corpses, piled-up corpses, clearly murdered corpses, grotesque expressions, blank expressions, desperate expressions, expressions covered in wounds, festering wounds, cruel wounds, blackened, bleeding wounds, wounds beyond healing. Killed Bug-type Pokémon, killed Grass-type Pokémon, killed Flying-type Pokémon, killed Normal-type Pokémon, even Poison-type Pokémon were killed. Cuckoo, Dratini, Little Brother, Heartbat, Cherry, Sunseed, Metapod, Beedrill, Rosaline, twisted, cruel, insane, bloody, perverted, evil. How could this be? How could this be? Killed, killed, killed... all killed...
Snapped.
The plastic bag filled with precious tree fruits fell limply to the ground, making a deafening sound in Rena's ears.
As if startled by the sound, a shadow slowly rose from the distant mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Overwhelmed by this visually shocking experience that defied common sense, Rena could barely control her movements. She tried to turn off her phone's flashlight, but her hand instinctively shone the light towards the still-moving creature.
The creature was undoubtedly human, seemingly a strange man wearing a baseball cap, covered in blood, and clutching the corpse of a dead Pokémon in his hand...
That would undoubtedly be the perpetrator.
"It's...a serial killer!"
As if awakened by her own scream, Rena finally made her decision—
With unprecedented speed, she pulled a Poké Ball, almost the size of a doll, from her pocket and forcibly retracted it back into the Poké Ball. Then, ignoring the berries on the ground, she urged her legs, which were already incredibly sore from running, to tumble and crawl away in the opposite direction from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.