What happened between Zhen Xi and the gloomy man was just a small matter on the battlefield.
There were about a hundred Demonic Beast Apostles on the ship, and only about twenty of them were still fighting.
The rest were either killed instantly or were not qualified to participate in the battle. Someone like the gloomy man was barely qualified to be a logistics support.
Mo Yan looked at the scene in front of him silently, and his doubts grew.
From what he knew, a legendary Pokémon like Guéoca should have been hibernating in the deep sea, and there was no record of it attacking a ship.
Moreover, these Demonic Beast Apostles rushed up to Guéoca without saying a word, as if they knew that Guéoca would not let them go.
Was the relationship between humans and elves so bad in this era?
The one-sided battle continued, and even Mo Yan could not bear to watch it.
This meaningless struggle cast a shadow over everyone's hearts every time a Demonic Beast Apostle fell.
"Wait, why isn't the artist here?"
Mo Yan scanned the ice surface, and did not see Zhen Xi's boyfriend.
As for Tutu Hound, he could only be a logistics support on the ice surface like Zhen Xi and the rest.
Go find him!
Mo Yan left the battlefield and ran towards the cabin. There was no suspense in the battle now, and it was only a matter of time before they lost.
Mo Yan knew that everything that happened here was just a recording from a long time ago, and he could not change anyone's fate.
Therefore, compared to this, the only thing he could do was to find a way to leave.
Suddenly, a huge red and blue figure fell onto the deck.
Mo Yan turned around and saw the Violent Wyvern beside him with its wings broken, and he could not help but feel anxious.
Of the two strongest Demonic Beast Apostles, one had fallen, and the other would not be able to hold on for much longer.
But at this moment, the red-haired man on the Violent Wyvern's back suddenly let out a deafening voice. It was not a roar, but more like a prayer or an incantation.
"Lord Dragon God that my clan supports, I use the life of the current Imperial Dragon Clan's patriarch as a sacrifice to summon you … Please stop this war …"
In the sky, the unbridled Guéoca stopped what he was doing and looked coldly at the red-haired man, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, the red-haired man and the dragon beneath him began to release light purple dragon energy. The energy quickly flowed between the man and the dragon. After fusing, the energy was transmitted to an unknown place.
"Buzz ~"
Suddenly, not too far away from Dragonfly, a spatial crack appeared in the sky. Inside the spatial crack, a pink world could be vaguely seen. Occasionally, there would be flashes of thunder.
Then, a pale pink sprite with purplish-red stripes appeared out of thin air.
Paluccia!
It was another super ancient Pokémon, and it was the God of Time who clearly controlled time.
And now, the red-haired man had summoned him just like that.
Mo Yan looked at the red-haired man who was bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. When he mentioned the Imperial Dragon family, Mo Yan knew that he was Du's ancestor.
But for the Imperial Dragon family to be able to summon super ancient Pokémon to help in battle, this ability was too terrifying!
The people who had survived for now looked at the newly appeared Paluccia with hope on their faces. They looked at Paluccia as if they had seen their savior.
But why was it Paluccia?
Shouldn't the Sky Dragon, Spacesplitter Constellation be closer?
And in name, Guéoca was under the jurisdiction of Spacesplitter Constellation. If Spacesplitter Constellation was here, it should be more effective.
Just as Mo Yan's brain was thinking quickly, Guéoca and Paluccia had already begun to fight.
The two super ancient Pokémon did not have any attribute counters, and they were evenly matched.
Diabolical Ray of Destruction, Blizzard, Subspace Rend Slash, Origin Wave …
Powerful skills and exclusive skills were used by the two Super Ancient Pokémon without any pause. The negative effects of using skills didn't seem to be a problem for them.
Resist, dodge, repel, counterattack!
Guéoca and Paluccia were fighting each other, and neither was willing to let the other go. The more they fought in the air, the fiercer they became.
"Roar!"
Finally, Guéoca was accidentally hit by Paluccia's Subspace Rend Slash, and a huge and ferocious wound appeared on its back.
Bright red blood splattered on the ice, and the scorching energy in the blood corroded the ice with a sizzling sound.
A few fearless monster apostles secretly took out their utensils and tried to collect some of Guéoca's blood.
But when they came into contact with the blood, blue blisters appeared on their bodies.
Soon, the blisters covered their entire bodies and expanded rapidly. Under everyone's horrified gaze, they exploded.
Boom! Boom! Boom …
These monster apostles turned into pools of blood, and not even their bones could be seen.
The people nearby ran away in fear. Then, all the monster apostles returned to the deck of the ship.
After Paluccia's arrival, even the monster apostles who were fighting Guéoca in the air could not participate in the battle.
The lives of the people on the ship were now entrusted to Paluccia, who had been summoned by the Imperial Dragon family's uncle.
As for the Imperial Dragon family's uncle, he could only lie on the dragon's back and watch the battle in the air with a pale face.
No matter the outcome, when Paluccia leaves, he will lose his life.
On the other hand, after being shocked by Paluccia's arrival, Mo Yan turned around and ran into the cabin without hesitation.
After passing through countless walls, Mo Yan reached the painter's room as quickly as possible.
Zhen Xi's boyfriend, on the other hand, was still murmuring to himself as he continued to draw.
"Almost done … almost done … Zhen Xi, don't die, you haven't seen the painting I've painted for you …"
"Tutu, the blue I want is as pure and flawless as the ocean! Not this! Not this! "
Suddenly, the painter pushed away Tutu who was mixing the colors for him, and threw away the wrong paint brush. With trembling hands, he took out a new brush and started mixing the colors himself.
"Not this … not this … the color of the ocean … the color of the ocean!"
"That pure and flawless color of the ocean, what is it … what is it … sob sob sob sob …"
The painter mixed a few different shades of blue, but he did not seem to be satisfied with any of them.
After a while, the painter knelt on the ground and cried.
Tutu stood at the side, his tail covered in paint drooping to the ground.
He looked at his master with eyes full of disappointment, hatred, and heartache.
Tutu looked up at the ceiling. Through the ceiling, there were countless monster apostles protecting their companions, and he could only stand there weakly.
Mo Yan turned his gaze to the painting. This painting was 100% identical to Mo Yan's memory.
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