Chapter 407: Team Rocket's Demonic Beast Apollo
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Dark clouds were as endless as a black curtain, enveloping the raging seas below.
The dragon-like thunderbolts completely ignored the barrier between heaven and earth, destroying everything.
The strange thing is that a silver moon actually hangs in the middle of the black curtain, cold and far away.
An endless silver glow shone towards the huge cruise ship that was glowing below.
Wherever the moonlight went, the waves were smoothed and the firelight was suppressed, however, the area it covered became smaller and narrower, forced back by the scarlet gaze.
Not only that, but the 'black curtain' is still rolling back and forth, as if there is an unknown battle going on inside.
"Roar!!"
"Roar!!"
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A group of huge blue tyrannosaurs with scarlet eyes and black gas all over their bodies surrounded the entire cruise ship, and from time to time let out earth-shattering roars.
If you look closely, it seems that the eyes of several tyrannosaurus dragons are shining with a bit of rational struggle, but their long blue tails hidden in great power are still twisting and circling, creating waves of waves.
On the deck of the cruise ship, a man dressed in white with an R-shaped scarlet mark on his left chest and a gloomy face stood with his hands in his hands.
His white-gloved right hand dangled a bright red wine glass, and from time to time he was fascinated by the storm in front of him.
"Great waves, thunder and lightning, silver moon...... All these things will be surrendered to the feet of my Apollo. β
Apollo glanced at him with a look of dissatisfaction, and he gracefully took out a white napkin and put it on his right arm to wipe off the splashed scarlet liquid.
"You guys! Be more elegant when you work, don't you understand? Well?! β
He glanced dissatisfied, and then said in a rappy aristocratic pronunciation: "These are all valuable goods, take good care." β
He accentuated his tone on the merchandise, glancing at the crowd on the deck with their heads squatted together.
Among them were richly dressed gentlemen, elegant noblewomen, frightened children, and trainers who had been knocked unconscious.
King Nido, with a black iron ring around his neck and steel armor, and a man dressed in black with the R logo on his chest roamed around.
"Warcraft!"
An old gentleman looked feebly at King Nido on deck, "I knew there would be a ...... this day."
"That's a PokΓ©mon, it's human...... Human ......"
A child next to him was about to say something when he saw a pair of large, bloody eyes that belonged to the gaze of a tyrannosaurus.
He immediately trembled and was held in his mother's arms.
"Warcraft ......"
Apollo smiled in surprise when he heard this familiar word, but he didn't expect that in the era of the Alliance, there were still people who knew this statement.
Warcraft, what a nostalgic title, he felt that this title was the name that fit the 'tool'.
As for PokΓ©mon, friends of humans......
"Hehe, hahahaha!"
He couldn't help but laugh wantonly, props are props, and no matter what time it is, it can't change this fact.
After all, they are just props for Team Rocket to dominate the world!!
"But...... It's worthy of Mihara-sama, and he was able to create this kind of dark ball. β
Apollo glanced at the small black ball in his hand, and could feel an incomparably powerful force hidden in it.
"It's all for Mihara-sama!!"
He solemnly raised the glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Boom!
The glass was slammed to the ground, making a crisp sound like a signal.
"Haven't you caught it yet?!"
Apollo turned, and the gloomy's gaze revealed obvious dissatisfaction.
Bang bang!
Two members of Team Rocket pushed the captain in a white dress to the ground, "Lord Apollo, our men have gone to arrest him, soon, soon!" β
The person from Team Rocket who spoke looked nervous, and there were droplets of water between his ears and temples, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.
"Sorry, I hate inefficient waste ......"
Apollo snapped his fingers gracefully, "Throw it down and see if our props like it tastes like it." β
"Lord Apollo?! Lord Apollo!! β
"Lord Apollo, I'm ......"
Without saying a word, the two members of Team Rocket with cold and indifferent faces dragged each other directly to the side of the deck, and then ignored each other's pleas and threw them down.
Apollo listened to the wailing and biting sound in his ears with enjoyment, and then looked down at another member of Team Rocket, "What's your name?" β
"Dongmi! Fujiwara Toya! β
Fujii Toya bowed lower, and a hint of grim joy appeared on his drooping face, and sure enough, as he expected, the waste was naturally removed.
"...... Fujii Higashiya"
Apollo nodded indifferently, "You want to be the captain of the operation?" β
Fujii Toya's heart suddenly changed, what did the other party mean by asking?
Did you notice it or did you just test him, "No, no, my subordinates ......?"
"Hehe, find the rat still lurking in the cruise ship before the moon disappears, and you are the captain of the operation."
Apollo retreated slightly with his right foot, lowered his body and patted the other party's shoulder, "If you can't find it, you understand, Fujii Toya is the acting captain." β
"Yes!!"
Fujii Toya was ecstatic in his heart, and he took the order without hesitation.
In the night attack on the Croce, the captain of the operation and the vice captain of the operation were killed in the sea due to the obstruction of overseas opponents using mysterious powers, and the great Lord Apollo turned the tide and eliminated all the opponents.
Well, a slight sacrifice and the use of the Dark Ball are reasonable judgments...... Apollo wiped his right hand in disgust, he was a noble nobleman.
"Hehehehehe......"
He beckoned, then said to his henchmen, "Go, follow, and let him die bravely...... Sacrificed at the hands of rats, you know? β
Apollo's henchman Alia, who was also dressed in white, nodded, which can mobilize the contradictions between the low-level personnel of Team Rocket and ordinary people to the greatest extent, worthy of Lord Apollo, and make reasonable use of every resource.
Alia bowed and retreated, then disappeared into the aisle of the cabin with an armored King Nido.
Standing alone at the head of the Croce, his white robe rattling in the wind, he proudly glanced at the silver moon in the sky that was about to disappear, and smiled disdainfully, "Do you think that a moonstone that can trigger the moonlight can stop me Apollo's steps?" β
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the moon lightly, "It's ridiculous, how many people in the entire Seven Islands can fight against my Apollo...... Boring. β
"It's boring......
"Hahahahaha-"
Apollo laughed wildly, "O pathetic Radiance, in the light of my Apollo, vanish!" β