The fire of the prairie was like a wave, swiftly engulfing everything in its reach. The trees were wiped away in pieces like black letters on a white piece of paper, and even the remains were not left.

The fragile dark green that covers Mt. Aso is cut from it. Viewed from above, it looks like a rift valley is abruptly engraved in the forest, inlaid a deep scar on the land of the southern country.

It was only at this moment that the flamed people realized how cautiously and carefully the god, who had been guided by a few rays of lightning, had restrained his power - even if the long slumber and anger had left it unconscious, all actions were subconscious.

The Flame Folk watched as their most prized Tope drum turned to dust in the flames, but they had no time to grieve for their objects. The figure that was swallowed at the same time as the Upe drum made many people cover their mouths with their hands in horror—

Before the youngest warrior could hold back his sobs, a loud "muttering" suddenly sounded.

"My mother, my father, my ancestor, my Niwa scared me to death......" The young man who had sent the Upei drum before rode wildly on a flaming horse, and finally escaped the raging range of the flames. Rao was like this, and his bangs were also scorched in two pinches - but, looking at the patriarch who was being carried by the collar in a very disrespectful gesture, he felt that these two hairs were worth the burnt.

"Patriarch, are you alright?, can you still fight?" he asked worriedly, not daring to let go immediately.

The patriarch, who hung in mid-air like a cat with the skin of his neck lifted, showed a look of patience.

“...... You put the horn down first. ”

The young man may not have recovered from the communication task, and still held the horn in front of his mouth to the maximum setting, and even talked to himself with the effect of announcing the whole server. The patriarch who was brutally attacked by the sound waves only felt that his ears were deaf, and even the pain in his abdomen seemed to be relieved.

"Oh oh yes...... Ahh

The flame bird seemed to be unable to endure the continuous noise of this person, and a mouthful of fire sprayed mercilessly, so frightened that he threw his horn and fled frantically.

- This time he didn't forget to drag the hapless patriarch behind him and sit down, instead of hanging next to him and eating the mud splashed by the hooves of the flaming horse.

The god of the flames seemed to have completely lost his mind, and bombarded the surrounding area indiscriminately, burning the forest into several crooked black lines. Fortunately, the Flame Folk are very good at escaping, and they have shown their magic skills to hold their heads and run away, and finally they are not charred by their own birds.

The Niwa God's excesses as if he "turned his face and didn't recognize people" didn't betray the red-haired people - they could all see it clearly, it was all the fault of the person who shot on the mountain! It was definitely a "super concentrated thousand-fold chaotic bullet"! Not to mention that Niwa-sama is such a big bird, and the palm-sized fire chicks in their house can still overturn the table when they are confused by ultrasound!!

The young man on the flaming horse galloped among the rain of fire and rubble, and he had quickly become accustomed to this rhythm of escape, and he was even in the mood to continue to break his thoughts, "Whether it's good or not, at least then we don't have to find a way to hold Niwa-sama's hatred...... Patriarch, what's the next plan?"

He turned to look at the young patriarch with an expression of interest, and his eyes swayed with a bright light of the same color as his hair.

And the same light was in the eyes of all the Flame People who were fighting, as they fled, when they fell into the dirt, when they got back to their feet.

Countless points of light are like the vast Milky Way, gathering and circulating on the land of Mt. Aso, extremely fragile and extremely tenacious. It's like a spark that never goes out—

And it will turn into a prairie fire.

karma took a deep breath. He temporarily removed the pain that interfered with his thinking from his brain and pounded the drum on his waist. The roar pierced through the clutter of foliage and flying sand and reached everyone's ears clearly.

The message of the drum is very simple.

The current state of the Flame Bird resembles the negative effects of "chaos" that have been forcibly inflicted, unable to accurately perceive its surroundings for a short period of time, and only following instinct to pour out its power indiscriminately. Such a situation is certainly dangerous, but Mayhem will not last long in ordinary battles, let alone against powerful gods.

Therefore, they just need to try to protect themselves, avoid the edge while making the flame bird feel their presence, and not fly away from the mountain because there is no one - as long as the stalemate lasts for a while, the dilemma will be solved.

The beat of the drum played by the patriarch was like a booster, and the embarrassed flames immediately found their backbone. They train to switch formations in an orderly manner, moving in groups of three around the center of the Flame Bird's position to prevent a group of people from being set on fire, and the fast-moving Pokémon rely on their feet to dodge the flames, and if they lack speed, they can also take turns to defend and survive a round of attacks.

The accelerated white glow and the steady turquoise light shield guarded the life of each warrior, appearing dotted on the charred earth, blooming like flowers.

As long as this state is maintained, victory is in sight -

The joy had just emerged in the hearts of a few, when the earth suddenly roared with rage.

It was not a small earthquake caused by the awakening of the flame bird, as usual, but an eruption from the depths of an active volcano called Aso. Everyone heard a loud explosion from the top of the mountain - lava wrapped in fragments of rock, and the pressure that had increased to the limit was violently ejected, forming a column of air that soared into the night sky.

The sudden shock and shaking caused many people to fall to the ground, and the commotion of the earth never touched the gods in the sky. Realizing that something was wrong, before the drumbeat could be changed, the creatures in the flames had already spread their wings and set off a hurricane that swept across the forest.

No matter how heavy the Pokémon was, it couldn't resist such a wind, and it was blown crooked for a while, rolling with the stumps and leaves. The flaming horse was leaping through a deep ditch in the air, and before he could gain a foothold, he lost his balance in the air, and the two men on his back flew out with it, crashing into the darkness.

Ignoring the sharp pain like a tear in his abdomen, he struggled to stand up and look at his people, but he felt a chill after his groggy vision was cleared.

The young man who had been chattering with a horn a few minutes ago was half-lying on the ground, with the back of his head facing a sharp rock. Blood gushed out, staining the ground red at an alarming rate. His eyes were unconsciously half-open, but his pupils were dilated, and his body twitched violently uncontrollably.

The young patriarch only felt a buzz in his brain, and the blinding blood stained swallowed everything in his vision.

As a warrior who had participated in the Somyana Annihilation War, he knew what such symptoms meant. The pain of "about to watch the death of the clansmen" had not really fallen to the flesh and skin, and Qing Lingling's white brilliance suddenly dispelled the blood.

A hand stained with dust and blood rested lightly on the shoulder of the dying man.

The white light flowed out of the wrist like the ripples of a clear spring, enveloping the young man's whole body—the invisible hand slowly turned the clock again, and turned the hands back half a turn.

The moonlight color only shone for a brief moment before quickly extinguishing.

The young man who was dying sat up with a question mark on his face, touched the back of his head in confusion, and thought that he had been blown out of the hallucination that he was dying. It's just that the epilogue of intense pain is still hovering in the brain, and no hallucination can be so real.

The patriarch of the Flame People opened his mouth. He should have said "thank you", but his voice choked in his throat from what he was seeing.

The outlander's white sweatpants were already mottled with crimson and burnt black. The sharp edges and corners of the rock tore several holes in it, revealing bleeding wounds - the rampaging gods had left the Flame Folk with no time to care for the wounded, and no one knew how she had managed to break free on her own after being smashed into the hard rocks by the rock cannons.

Her left arm twisted into a shocking arc, hanging limply at her side, unable to see whether the shadows on her skin were cohesive sludge or large bruises. Blood oozing from his head drenched his hair, creating a blinding line of blood from his forehead to his chin.

But her expression was still extremely calm, and the burning feathers of the firebird in the night sky sprinkled with brilliance, reflecting the blue light that had not yet dispersed under her feet, filtering out the blood stains and strange pale colors on her face, as if all the words related to fragility had nothing to do with it, leaving only an almost indifferent sense of coldness.

She withdrew her hand and looked at the patriarch who was also in disarray.

"I'll 'use the Heart of the Moon when someone is on the verge of death', so don't worry. Sayo deliberately repeated the original sentence when the karmic order was given.

The ash from the volcano had begun to fall slowly, casting a dark filter over the eyes. The shaking of the earth subsided, and the red-haired people struggled to get up, or after the struggle, they could only lie motionless on the ground. And the god of Niwa, who has lost his senses, is about to spit out the fire of the red lotus again, intending to devour the people who cannot immediately regain their strength.

In the midst of such a tragic situation, the girl asked in an almost declarative tone:

"I suppose it's not time to declare defeat?"

As the words fell, the red light bloomed, the water vapor spread, and the dark blue dragon stood among the stumps, raising its head and letting out a hoarse roar. Its appearance was so conspicuous that it almost instantly attracted the attention of the creatures in the flames.

The flames that were ready to go were raging, and at the same time, the trainer gave the order.

"Water cannons. ”

The Tyrannosaurus unleashed the most powerful water-based move it had ever mastered, a chilling column of water reflecting orange-red light and head-on with the flames.

The flame bird's flame temperature was so high that the process of evaporating the liquid was shortened to almost an instant, and the water vapor spread out like a bomb, enveloping the vicinity in a white expanse.

The god's attack shattered the water column, and before it could reach its target, the Tyrannosaurus's massive body returned to the ball with a red light, causing the flames to scorch only to the uneven ground. The ensuing "artificial cloud" took away the vision, causing the creatures in the flames to subconsciously pause.

And those few seconds were enough to get those who still had the strength to fight back on their feet.

Before he could say anything, Xiao Ye's figure had quietly disappeared into the shadows, and only a trace of imperceptible lightning-like blue light could be seen jumping and moving through the forest.

Well, there may also be shouts such as "Mom, thank you, brother—hey, can't you cure yourself first, or is it the heart of the moon and healing fluctuations, but a virtue is ineffective for yourself".

The users of the Heart of the Moon capture each of the rapidly fading breaths of life, and religiously turn back their time one by one. And "the life of the clansmen is worry-free" is a huge incentive unimaginable for the people of the flames.

The drums from the Supreme Conductor sounded again. This time, the drum beat was more passionate and fiery than ever, full of the spirit of a warrior charge. The god, who had lost his mind, seemed to sense something, and flapped its wings to stir up a violent wind that dispersed the white mist that filled the surroundings.

The night sky is clear again. The last person to be saved by the stranger shook his head to the beat of the drum, and laughed without fear.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time - let's have a serious time with Niwa-sama!"

The patriarch standing at the forefront of the battle array took the lead in raising his hand, and the Poké Ball swirled high in the air, releasing a dazzling red light.

Huge figures appeared around the red-haired people. Their heavy and slow bodies make them unsuitable for running in the mountains, but their weight prevents them from being easily overwhelmed by the flamebirds' storms, and their solid physique gives them the lethality to reach the gods.

The young patriarch struck the last strong note on the drum, and the command that overlapped the voices of countless people followed.

"Charizard - Rockslide!"

Hot lava brews, accumulates, fills, and erupts from Pokémon's hump. As if a miniature volcanic eruption resonated with the soul of Mt. Aso, the lava swept the rocks into the sky, and then fell with the same rapid momentum, drawing countless dazzling tails in the air.

The flame bird in the center surrounded by a circular battle formation had long since had time to fly high and dodge. The howling wind and the scorching waves of fire are intertwined, forming an overwhelming storm of rocks!

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Small Theatre:

was yelled at three times, "Mom, I've been saved, thank you, brother-hey, can't you cure yourself first, or do you say that the heart of the moon and healing fluctuations are a virtue that doesn't work for you"Xiao Ye: I see, when life and death are at stake, I still don't forget to speak freely, is this the truth about the strength of the people of flames?

The patriarch hanging in mid-air like a cat with the skin of the back of his neck lifted: ...... I don't think so.