Before the assailant's figure fell from a height, the wind pressure enveloped the locked area. The young patriarch realized that he was almost in the center of the fire, and immediately gave the order to evade.

The flames dispersed like a tidal wave, releasing thick smoke in an orderly manner as they retreated. The flame bird rushed headlong into the smoke stand, and seemed to hit the rock where it landed without turning around, and the sound of collapse and shattering suddenly resounded throughout the mountain forest.

Karma hid behind the thick trunk of the tree, and the flaming chicken followed and landed gently beside its master, still holding a human in his hand.

"Xiao Ye, you ......" karma's voice paused. He was amazed to see a point of light fluttering in those purple eyes, and the girl's brow was furrowed, but her eyes were glazed, as if her consciousness was struggling with an unknown viscous obstruction.

Karma didn't see what Saya had done before, and when she saw this, she only thought that she was being attacked by a flame bird or other enemies hiding in the shadows, and quickly asked if she was okay.

The strange light soon dimmed and dissipated. Xiao Ye blinked slowly, and before responding to karma's question, the right hand that had always been clasped around her waist suddenly flipped over, and the red light pierced the night sky with the sound of commands.

"Hold on!"

Leolu, who leaped out of the ball, calmly opened his turquoise light mask, enveloping himself and the two people behind him. Almost in the next second, a rumbling sound suddenly approached, and a huge impact force knocked over the mask and the people together.

The flaming bird's sharp beak enveloped the spark and flashed in its vision. Sensing the hostility directed at her, Xiao Ye only had time to nod to Ya to indicate that he was okay, followed by a backflash, and the blue light flashed under her feet as she retracted Leo Road, carrying her a few sharp turns, and disappeared into the dark dense jungle.

Sayo couldn't figure out the source of the Flame Bird's sudden hostility - perhaps it could be interpreted as a pain from her ghost-possessed mental attack, but given the current situation, it wasn't a bad thing. The Flame Bird has a clear hostile target, and presumably won't notice the other inhabitants of the island until it is defeated, which is exactly what Xiao Ya and all the Fire Folk want.

- provided that the "hostile target" is not immediately knocked down.

On the other side, the young patriarch suddenly realized something as he watched the flame-bathed creature make a sharp turn in front of him, rampage in the direction in which Xiao Ye disappeared.

The account of the war five hundred years ago flashed through his mind. As if blessed to the soul, after shouting "hide" in the direction of Xiao Ye's departure, he did not hesitate to beat the Wupei drum on his waist.

The rhythmic beat of the drum echoes through the forest. After a brief pause, the flames of the flames looked stunned.

In that war in the distant past, the enemies of the Flame Folk were called Narujo, with purple hair and the ability to manipulate thunder and lightning - and that was the best place to get the attention of the gods, wasn't it?

The one who reacted the fastest whistled loudly. The platypus fire beast beside him quickly struck a downward punch, and the electric light jumped and reflected between the mountains and rocks, dyeing the flame-soaked night sky with a golden yellow.

Despite the mental preparation, the god's reaction caused the first person to freeze in place - the creature in the flames instantly appeared in the sky above the floating arc, swooping down with a suffocating wind pressure, and the heat wave mixed with the killing intent, almost making people feel the illusion of ice and fire. The platypus fire beast quickly pounced on the trainer, which did not make the master be slapped in the face of the divine bird.

Not far away from him, the elite warriors of the Flame People were all ready, the second lightning flashing up, and the third was ready—like an overly thrilling relay game, leaping arcs of lightning climbing in a zigzag shape through the mountains, gradually leading the angry gods to the crater far from the town.

Perhaps subconsciously thinking that this was its former home, the creatures in the flames did not burn the trees on a large scale, but were just venting their anger with the most instinctive body impacts. This is undoubtedly a blessing for the maintainers of the "relay race", and some people have already begun to think that "if we toss around for a while, maybe Niwa-sama will be able to calm down."

The patriarch, who was busy commanding, looked up between the melees, but was attracted by the unusual light and movement on the top of the mountain.

Between the gaps in the branches and leaves, the top of the mountain is faintly visible with an orange-red glow. The color was quieter and hotter than the flames, flowing slowly like a river.

The lava did not stop flowing with the departure of the flame bird, it was still tumbling and bubbling, and the pungent gas was expelled as it continued to pour out from the mountain.

Ye suddenly sank in his heart.

He knew that a volcano that was slowly spilling magma was not a threat. Unlike volcanic eruptions, which eject lava and rocks in one go, lava itself flows slowly and has a very small area of damage, so there is no danger as long as you don't actively plunge into it.

This is common sense for humans living near volcanoes - but not for Pokémon.

To the Pokémon, the blood-scorching river was like a demon's limb that flowed through the forest, causing trees to collapse and scorch the ground, and the verdant foliage was burned and disappeared silently the moment it fell into it.

Pokémon that live in the hot and humid southern jungle are dominated by grass and insects, and their fear of fire is deeply written in their bones. After witnessing the lava devouring the trees, the Pokémon who had not been scared away by the flaming birds before finally broke their hearts and ran down the mountain desperately, and this panic infected other Pokémon who had not yet seen the lava - and eventually, they formed a wave of beasts that swept from top to bottom.

The panicked wild Pokémon don't threaten the safety of the Flame People, but it's enough to stop them and slow them down. And in the relay race, "moving slower" can undoubtedly lead to fatal consequences.

Fortunately, this is the deepest part of Mt. Aso, far enough away from the town on the shore. Thinking of this, Ye turned the drum beat of his subordinates and switched commands.

The rousing drums representing the "Implementation of Plan No. 1" shook everyone's spirits. The Z-shaped flames changed formation in an instant, leaping through the woods or using rocks to create new footholds, struggling to form a huge circle against the tide of beasts.

The lightning still flickered, but the Flame Folk stopped moving towards the crater, as if trying to keep the Flame Bird nearby. After circling twice, the creatures in the flames began to slow down.

No matter how carried away by the rage, the gods knew that it was not normal to go in circles. Seeing it flapping its wings and slowly rising into the air, the patriarch who was the commander had a slightly gloomy face.

The speed of the flame bird's flight was so fast that the people who induced its trajectory had to speed up the pace, and the tendency to wander in place suddenly became extremely obvious. And the real implementers of the plan are just getting ready, just a few more seconds -

His fingers clasped another Poké Ball around his waist. And just as he was about to use "not too gentle" means to fill the small hole in the plan, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky.

Unlike the arc of electricity generated when fire-type Pokémon hit the ground with a thunderbolt punch, it was a real, energy-filled thunderbolt. The small figure that delivered this powerful blow stood awe-inspiring at the tip of the rock, staring fearlessly at the flaming god. Its trainer stood at its side, the light of the thunder shining brightly on her purple hair.

For a while, countless gasping voices came from all directions.

Everyone knew why their gods couldn't care about the other when they saw the electric light, and Xiao Ye's action could be described as adding fuel to the fire, and the clansmen closest to her immediately felt a knife-like gaze sweeping down from above, and suddenly became frightened, and the speed of his speech increased by leaps and bounds, "Auntie, you don't want to die, I really want to dye my hair first...... Look, you see, Niwa-sama is really mad!"

The red-haired man was drowned out by the gibberish that was frightened by the terrible cries. The flames that covered his body swelled, and the gods roared like fiery demons.

The overwhelming flames and almost suffocating heat didn't move Night. She snatched Pichu back into her arms with one hand and jumped off the tip of the rock with great calm, sinking into the lush greenery.

The azure glow that bloomed at her feet propelled her all the way to spun up, but as if on purpose, it left a trail of light, causing her several turns to be completely captured by the angry gods. After one last sharp turn, Saya rushed into a narrow clearing surrounded by bushes, meeting the gaze of several red-haired guards who weren't supposed to be gathered here.

Their eye contact lasted only a brief moment. The creature in the flames had knocked down all the branches of the trees that stood in its way, and it was menacing, and each time it flapped its wings, it would make the flames around it burn more violently, as if it was about to crush the purple-haired girl who fled in a hurry in the next moment—

The earth trembled, and countless walls of hard rock rose to the ground. It was a long-accumulated, rock-blockaded wall that cut off the gods' view in an instant, and made the chased disappear into the darkness.

And the moment the creature in the flames paused, the spiritual fluctuations spread out in the small space enclosed by the rocks, and the waves covered its angry will.

The use of a rock blockade to bring the Niwa God to a halt, followed by a simultaneous hypnotic spell by the five Nine-Tails, will at least soothe the flamebird's anger, if not to put it to sleep—one of many plans prepared by the Flame Folk to meet the wrath of the gods with dignity. Although there were some glitches in luring the gods to the designated place, the presence of a stranger with "purple hair and the ability to manipulate thunder" made up for it.

The bright red eyes of the Nine-Tails standing around the rock had long been filled with brilliant blue, and the mental fluctuations of the hypnotism had almost turned into substance, surging towards the center one after another. The angry god hovered stiffly in the air, the flames that had always enveloped it, preventing it from revealing its true face, as if it were calming down, no longer dangerously agitated.

Before the Nine-Tails' partners showed their joy, the slowly dancing flames disappeared like a flash in the pan.

A huge wave of qi spread around the kami, the rocks were shattered, the Pokémon was overturned, and someone who was unlucky slammed into the thick tree trunk and fainted without saying a word.

The red-haired guard, who was lucky enough not to faint, was burned by the heat wave and cried wolf, and spit out a long series of comments while running wildly, "My mother-in-law, five nine-tails hypnotic is useless, five! I said that Niwa-sama has been sleeping for five hundred years, and if you let it sleep, it will definitely get hair!!"

The young patriarch suddenly felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he didn't know if it was because the plan had failed or because of the untimely speech of the clansmen. Dense backup plans poured out of his heart, and he was about to beat the waist drum when he suddenly heard a shout in the distance.

"Patriarch - report - "

A team of flaming horses appeared in the dark mountains and forests at some point, and was rapidly approaching the battlefield, the leader carrying a large horn that had come from nowhere. He took a deep breath, and his loud voice was amplified by the horns, almost producing an "all-mountain broadcast" effect.

"We rescued Mr. Jingmu, don't worry! I just sent a few brothers to send him and Yang Yu back to the Valley of Flames!!

He roared as he flicked his arm and threw a large object high.

"Upe Drums!We've got it back!!"

The flaming rooster leaped to its feet, accurately caught the object thrown by the clansmen, and placed it squarely in front of the young patriarch.

Days of unnoticed thought had left its surface covered with a thin layer of ash, but there was no need to see the patterns on the surface of the drum, and no flame folk would mistake the appearance of their centuries-old Upe drum.

In an instant, the deafening cheers echoed through the mountains and forests like a tsunami, and even the gods, who had just broken free from the effects of hypnotism and were looking around to find someone to settle the score, were briefly left behind. They knew what it meant for the existence of the Upe drum - its sound could act directly on the spirit, on the will, and it was written in more than one ancient book that all the wrath of the gods would be appeased when the Upe drum was sounded.

Now is the time to validate the ancient legends.

Xiao Ye hid in the shadows, watching as the young patriarch calmly ordered his people to continue their fight with the flame bird, while he walked quickly to the ancient Upe drum. At the moment when the patriarch's hand was raised, she suddenly received a huge sense of crisis.

From the beginning of the battle, the power of the waveguide spread out, covering the surroundings as best possible to prevent another long-range psychic attack from the day he was stunned. Except for the vicinity of the flame bird, which is too high to monitor due to its high energy density, all other directions are under the field of view of the waveguide and are observed by the waveguide messenger.

At this time, she "saw" a person appear on the top of the volcano.

The man was clothed in a robe and stood between the lava rivers. The super-armored rhinoceros guarded his side, his armor reddened by the lava that was constantly spilling from behind him.

In his hand he held a strangely shaped, heavy firearm that required both hands to hold it steady. The muzzle of the gun was raised slightly, and it was aimed at the divine bird in the night sky.

The patriarch's hand touched the surface of the drum, and the still thin beat of the drum had just begun. The sound of stabbing directly into the spirit world caused the angry god to move for a moment, as if he was in thought, and he failed to detect the movement of the birds rising into the air behind him.

Soaring off in the wind, she ignored the exclamations of the Flame Folk on the ground and flew straight to the top of the hill - she hadn't seen the gun in the man's hand, and she didn't know what it was for. But what will happen to the weapons of those who want to stir up trouble when the Upei drum is beaten and the god of Niwa is about to break away from his anger?

It doesn't even take a thought to it.

The golden birds silently turned into arrows and attacked the people standing on the top of the mountain. It was only the flames lit by the gods that lit up half of the night sky, and at the same time blinded the feathers of the birds—all too evident in the darkness of the night.

The black-robed man immediately noticed the uninvited guest who was attacking in a very reckless manner. The Hyperarmed Rhino let out a dangerous roar, and rock shards erupted from the muzzle of its palm, condensing into a massive rock cannonball. It was the strongest rock-based move that the Super Armor Rhinoceros could use, and the coverage area alone was extremely impressive, and with the instantaneous speed when launched, it would be difficult to dodge once the distance was closer-

And this is exactly what the "uninvited guest" is doing.

"I'm sorry. Xiao Ye gently stroked the bird's neck, and then raised her voice, "Brave Bird Attack!"

Without hesitation, Dabini carried out the trainer's instructions. A blue light burst out from the bird's body and turned into a raging flame.

Xiao Ye faintly heard the screams coming from below, and knew what the consequences would be if the flying system and the rock system collided. If she was given even five more seconds, she would have come up with more flexible and safe practices.

But it only takes a second for the trigger to be pulled, or even less.

She ran out of time.

The flaming suit spread its wings and resolutely poured all its strength into the blow, colliding with the rock cannon.

The people on the ground could clearly see that the rock cannon of the Super Armored Rhinoceros was torn apart by the force of the impact, turning into a sky of rubble—and that didn't mean the other side had the upper hand. The Dabi bird seemed to break through the surface with a point, but in fact, it almost withstood the entire impact of the rock cannon, and was thrown away by the huge force almost at the moment of the collision, and there was no way to resist.

But it doesn't matter.

The trainer has never been hungry for a head-to-head victory.

The collision between the Brave Bird Onslaught and the Rock Cannon sent a violent shockwave through the air. The fluctuation came too fast, and the black-robed man didn't have time to do anything, so he was pushed by the impact and staggered, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

However, he chose the highest point of Mt. Aso as his foothold for the best view of the snipe, and there was nothing behind him, only a hot lava lake tumbling within the crater.

The Hyper-Armored Rhino was briefly frozen for his strongest move, and if the black-robed man didn't want to die in the lava, he had to let go of the gun and grab something with both hands to maintain his balance. It's a very simple action that anyone would do subconsciously. And if the weapon fell to the ground, it would have tumbled down the height difference—even if it hadn't broken or fallen into the lava river, the flamedfolk below wouldn't have done nothing.

The Black-robed Man could feel that he was losing his balance—and he could also feel that the Flame People were on guard that this would be his last chance to sneak up.

His hand holding the gun was still steady, and his gaze was still steady. It was as if the flames in the sky were in sight, and there was some incomprehensible madness, persistence, and piety burning in his expression.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the black-robed man followed the "instinct" engraved in his bones, aimed the muzzle of the gun at the god of flames, and pulled the trigger-

And began to fall.

And none of this was reflected in the field of vision of the waveguide messenger. The moment the collision occurred, she and Dabi Bird were knocked head-on by the force of the fierce impact, and the sharp pain of that moment almost made people's thoughts blank for a moment. At the final moment of "landing", the trainer jerked the bird in front of him, used his body to protect his comatose partner, and reached behind him with his left hand, only to flash a hint of blue.

The next moment, the human and the Pokémon crashed into the mountain rock together, and there was no sound.

Before the flames could shout, they were stuck halfway through. Everyone felt that something silent, but with a distinct presence—a "bullet"-like substance pierced the night sky and pierced straight into the flames in the sky.

Then, in front of them, the aura of the gods, who were even restrained in their anger for fear of burning down their homes, changed.

Thinking of the weapon held in the hands of the mysterious man at the top of the mountain, the patriarch standing at the front instinctively realized something. He tried to pull back, but the sharp pain of the knife wound in his abdomen struck out at an inopportune time, causing him to stagger and nearly fall to his knees.

A feeling of weakness belatedly reaches the brain. The blood had seeped through the white bandage at some point, and a large dark patch had leaked out on the feather weaving.

A second later, the demonic creature spewed out a sea of fire that could burn everything.

The crimson color turned into a huge wave, mercilessly devouring the Wupei drum, which had been carefully protected by the people of the flames for thousands of years—

and humans by the drums.

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Small Theatre:

Flame People: (panicking) Help, MT is in the streets, the boss is berserk!

Sayo: (dying) So who came up with the brilliant idea to have Assassin as an MT?