thefictionvixens Chapter 284 I'm determined to become a Pokémon Master!
Chapter 284 I'm determined to become a Pokémon Master!
Chapter 284 I'm determined to become a Pokémon Master!
In the black mist, which shares the same origin and nature as the Death Curse's retinue, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, the young man's figure appeared and disappeared.
Modi observed the movements of the mutated corpse, his expression thoughtful.
"Currently, there is still a lot of room for improvement in each of the necromancy variants. For example, the giant sandworm needs to reduce the noise it makes when moving underground, while the mind flayer necromancy variant needs further camouflage in order to better integrate into the enemy's mental network."
The raw materials for the Corpse Transformation are the Death Curse's remnants and Mind Flayers who died in battle. The Divine Seal revives and transforms these corpses, ultimately forming a terrifying army of the dead.
This army of the dead, unafraid of dying again and unaffected by morale, will faithfully carry out all his orders.
The Mind Flayer Corpse Mutant turned its turbid pupils to look at the Nautilus airship in the sky and its former kin. Its facial tentacles opened, and a psychic shriek came from its mouthparts.
The invisible spiritual impact accumulated gradually, creating visible ripples in the air that quickly covered the entire fleet.
Upon contact, the airship's active hull began to vibrate at a high frequency, its surface torn open with bloody streaks, and its eyes closed in pain, shedding tears of blood.
On the airship, the Mind Flayer held his head in his hands, his eyes flashing with purple light, and retaliated against the enemy with the same mental attack. "Ha, a mantis trying to stop a chariot," Mordi sneered, his clothes fluttering, and waved his hand indifferently, "Crush them, and use their corpses to build a divine seal."
The surrounding mutated corpses were already impatient, and as soon as they heard his command, they roared and charged out.
A Death Curse officer swung his sword, cleaving a manta ray-shaped ghoul in two. Then more manta ray ghouls pounced on him, piercing his head and body with their sharp teeth and injecting parts of their own tissue.
A moment later, the manta rays released their mouths and crawled toward the other enemies, leaving behind only an elite necromancer transformed from an officer.
Spraying corrosive slime, wielding scythe-like limbs, self-destructing, releasing psychic shocks... the necromancers employ a variety of tactics to collectively create a picture of hell.
Since they are transformed from the corpses of the Death Curse's remnants, they can do almost everything the enemy can do, but the enemy cannot do everything they can do.
Seeing this, the high-ranking Death Curse followers looked as if they had swallowed flies; they were all taught by the same master, yet they couldn't break through the defense.
Modi stood in the shadows, quietly observing the changing battlefield situation, and unknowingly became tainted with an eerie aura.
Sensing the emotional signals on the battlefield, he saw the Death Curse's relentless fighting spirit and high morale, and then glanced at his own side's ghouls that could only howl and slaughter.
For a moment, he couldn't tell who the intruder was and who the villain was.
His whole body radiated light, slightly dispelling the evil aura around him. Mo Di's expression was complicated. He thought to himself that he would have to patch up the divine seal later so that future corpse-transformations could be like him, with a protective divine light to dispel the evil atmosphere.
In this way, their image should be much more dignified and respectable, and they can be shown to others in the future.
The necromancy attacks were relentless. With the characteristics of the army of the dead, they could turn the corpses of their enemies into their own, and their numbers snowballed.
"Next, we will build the Fear Camp... no, it should be the Corpse God Seal, and spread the God Seal signal to the world."
Stepping out of the black mist, Modi squinted and gave a thumbs-up to a Nautilus airship.
"Who is this person? What is he doing?"
Kosulos noticed him naturally, but found his presence extremely jarring.
Among a group of undead creatures, a seemingly normal human emerges, which seems suspicious no matter how you look at it.
"Could this be the necromancer behind it all?" His heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, he swung a mental blade at the young man.
It combines physical interference with mental damage; the mental blade slices through the air, refracts light, and reveals a huge, semi-transparent outline in the air.
With a grin spreading across his face, Modi opened one eye, seemingly oblivious to the guillotine about to fall on his head. He gave a thumbs-up with his right hand and made a gesture with his left hand, which was still suspended in the air.
As we all know, someone who gives you a thumbs up isn't necessarily praising you; they might be aiming a gun at you.
"Giant Sandworm, prepare for battle! Use Hyper Beam!"
The sandworm stuck in the ground roared, and a destructive white light began to emanate from its mouth.
The next moment, a thick white beam of light shot out from its mouth.
At a distance of less than half a meter from Modi, the mental blade shattered upon contact, its fragmented colors instantly swallowed by the white light.
Following the psychic blade was the airship marked by Mordy.
Kosuros instinctively raised his hand in response to the blinding white light. By the time he came to his senses and realized what was happening, the Nautilus airship's magic shield had been destroyed, followed by the entire active hull.
He lost consciousness for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground, his whole body aching.
"Damn it, if my mental blade hits, that human is definitely dead!" he thought bitterly.
Tapping.
Footsteps came from in front of him. Kosulos struggled to lift his head, his milky white eyes bulging slightly. Ignoring the pain in his body, he crawled back several steps.
"Don't come any closer!"
Modi smiled and tossed the ball into the air, then caught it precisely. Finally, the red and white ball was aimed at Kosullos.
He said, "A high-ranking Mind Flayer Commander is quite rare. Would you be willing to be my newbie..."
"Uh, is that a Pokémon?"
What are Pokémon? You clearly mean lab rats, don't you?!
Looking at his smiling face, Kosulos felt it was more terrifying and horrifying than facing a billion serial killers.
After retreating several steps, Kosoulos desperately squeezed out his mental energy and unleashed a mental lash at him.
A whip of the soul driven by despair, once it strikes, will inflict the same despair upon the one being whipped.
"Get out, get out of here!" Kosoulos roared, whip in hand.
Just as the Whip of the Mind was about to strike, Modi gave a cold laugh: "It's not up to you."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he unleashed two beams of cutting light, severing the Whip of the Mind.
Then, he lunged forward and delivered a powerful punch to Kosulos's chin, knocking him unconscious once again.
"Do you know why trainers can't participate in Pokémon battles?" Mordy said calmly, "Because once the trainers are on the field, there's nothing for you to do."
The super rookie AI forced Mewtwo to activate its shield with a single punch. It's also reasonable for a pseudo-Kryptonian like him to knock out the Mind Flayer with a single punch.
"I'm not a Pokémon..." Kosuros murmured, then his vision went black, and he could no longer rise.
Taking advantage of Kosulos's unconscious state, Mordy once again took out the red and white ball and pressed it close to his skin.
The red and white ball opened, shooting out a beam of red light that absorbed him.
The sphere's shaking signifies that the Mind Flayer is instinctively struggling.
"Hmph?" Mo Di frowned slightly, and suddenly exerted force with his large hand holding the red and white ball, firmly gripping it and slamming the ball cover shut.
A moment later, the red and white ball made a clicking sound, indicating that it had been successfully captured.
"Still saying you're not a Pokémon?" Mordy sneered, tossing the red and white Poké Balls up and down.
Only Pokémon can score (×), and if a goal is scored, it's a Pokémon ().
It's called a Poké Ball, but it's actually a high-tech gadget called a gravity trap. The main technology was something he got for free from Pandora.
"Sooner or later, I will build an alien zoo, filled with all kinds of alien species."
With the red and white ball hanging on his belt, Modi pulled a red baseball cap from his sleeve, put it on his head, and strode off with a determined look in his eyes.
He's destined to become a Pokémon Master!
The position that Kossoulos was responsible for defending was quickly breached by the army of the dead.
The necromancers destroyed all the Nautilus airships, killed all the Death Curse's servants, and left no survivors.
Finally, they also toppled the Gate of Oblivion, dismantling it into pieces.
The corpses and fragments left on the battlefield were piled up together, forming a horrifying sight like a mountain of corpses.
Subsequently, they actively approached the mountain of corpses and merged with it.
A red divine seal stood on the earth, constantly emitting eerie signals.
Carbon-based life forms within the signal's coverage area will be affected, transforming into necromancy variants, or even further, fused necromancy variants.
"The number of Corpse Transformations is too small; it's still far from meeting the requirements for the final form."
In Modi's vision, the corpse variants should have a final form, and the aggregation of this form requires a considerable number of corpse variants.
"Fine, let's keep snowballing. The one thing this world has in abundance is the Gate of Oblivion."
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Leading his army of ghouls, Mordi continued his advance toward his next target.
Wherever the giant sandworm passed, no small or medium-sized Gate of Oblivion escaped its grasp.
As a result, a message began to circulate within the mental network of the Death Curse realm.
A necromancer legion is destroying the Gates of Oblivion, and this legion will appear along with earthquakes.
To this end, they strengthened their surveillance of the underground and reinforced the firewall of the mind network, fearing that the resurrected mind flayers might suddenly launch a mind Trojan horse attack.
Nevertheless, because of the existence of a guy who aspires to become a Pokémon Master, they are destined to fail.
On the other hand, the army of necromancy variants has not only increased in number, but also in variety.
They overturned the Gate of Oblivion, erected a crimson divine seal, and extended the range of the divine seal's signal to cover nearly half of the planet's surface.
At this point, even if they don't actively attack, carbon-based life forms within the signal's coverage area will slowly transform into necromancy.
During the transition, the person undergoing the transition may develop violent tendencies, and may even suddenly commit murder.
Some highly spiritual individuals may experience hallucinations, receiving a great deal of information from divine signals. As for whether this is good or bad... it is usually not a good thing.
At the Tarask position, a medium-sized Gate of Oblivion stands.
The one responsible for guarding this door is a Mind Flayer, an immortal being whose strength far surpasses that of Kosuros.
His name was Tarask, and the position was named after him.
"Recently, more and more Forgotten Gates have gone missing, and we still haven't found the Death Ray that the Mastermind requested."
"What should we do if things continue like this?"
Tarask's voice was deep and resonant, and his body differed from that of ordinary mind flayers; it was covered in scales, its limbs were on the ground, and it had wings on its back...
When combined, they form the shape of a giant dragon.
He is a special kind of mind flayer, or more precisely, a brain-stealing dragon.
His powerful physique and remarkable spirit set him apart from the many mind-stealers.
Even someone as powerful as Tarask still has his own troubles.
Given his strength, he shouldn't have been assigned to guard a medium-sized portal; he should have been in charge of a large portal.
However, the recent orbital bombardment has destroyed a large number of large portals, and in order not to waste the high-level resources, the Death Curse Domain had no choice but to send him to a safer medium-sized portal.
After all, even someone as strong as him would only face certain death when confronted with a spear of light falling from the sky.
"Another shooting star," Tarask said, watching the meteor streak across the night sky. "I wonder which position is going to be in trouble."
Because of the deterrent effect of the Light Spear, the Death Curse Domain no longer deploys large portals, but instead uses more medium and small portals instead.
Under the starry sky, Tarasque gazed up at the heavens, unable to find peace for a long time.
His desire to kill and destroy grew stronger over time, but he always suppressed it. He reflected that he had not always been like this.
"What's wrong with me?"
He couldn't figure it out, but soon, a sudden enemy attack alarm interrupted his thoughts.
"Have those guys finally attacked?"
Tarask slowly rose to his feet, his massive dragon head splitting open as if laughing, or perhaps impatiently.
"It's the perfect time," he thought, "just in time to vent my excess desires."
With his telepathic abilities extended to the maximum, he meticulously monitored the subtle changes on the surface and underground, never letting his guard down for a moment.
In an instant, the dragon's eyes widened, and a violent look appeared in its vertical pupils.
"We've found you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than another voice rang out.
"It's you I choose, Kossoiros!"
Tarask turned around abruptly, his eyes reflecting the figure of a young man.
The young man held a red and white ball, pressed a button on the surface of the ball, and a beam of red light shot out, converging into a familiar figure.
That was Kossouros; he recognized this former compatriot.
"Kothulhos, use psychic powers!" Mordy shouted.
"Ugh, Kosukosu!"
Kosuros responded in a daze, his four facial tentacles suddenly straightening, and his milky-white pupils bursting with purple psionic light.
Powerful mental energy surged from all directions, firmly binding Tarask's body.
"Not bad mental strength. Although I don't know what you did to Kosuros, but... this level is far from enough!"
Tarasco grinned maliciously, his muscles bulging, and he easily broke free from the shackles of mental power.
He flapped his wings, not even glancing at Kosulos, and charged straight at the youth holding the red and white ball.
"Kothulhu is just a puppet. Killing you will end everything."
The dragon roared, its massive jaws agape as if dislocated, and countless tentacles surged from its throat.
Modi raised an eyebrow. "They're actually bypassing the Pokémon and attacking the trainer directly?"
He clenched his fist and threw a punch at the charging dragon.
"When it comes to indiscriminate combat, I'm somewhat knowledgeable!"
The fist slammed into Tarasque's dragon face, and time seemed to freeze for a second.
The brain-devouring dragon's eyes widened, and before he could react, the immense force sent him flying.
A fist mark was deeply imprinted on his face.
"What kind of power is this?!"
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