There was a drizzle in the sky, and in the white light of lightning stood a majestic figure like a mountain, and the figure was draped in heavy armor of metal flowers, and the armor flowed with a hedron-like glow.

The man wore a mask on his face, and every time the thunder rang out, fine crumbs of electric light erupted from the hollowed-out eyes on the mask.

The figure just stood there, its body covered in heavy armor of dark gold, and the continuous rain sprinkled on it, and the armor seemed to be covered with a layer of light.

In his left hand, he held a mirror-like shield, and in his right hand was a long sword like a stream of water, the straight line of the blade of the sword like the trajectory of a meteor across the sky.

On the iron-faced face, the eyes were exposed in the flickering of electric light, and the pupils illuminated the surroundings like giant lights.

[Who is that?] 】

In the corner where the man had not noticed, there was a very small figure standing, and he looked at the figure like a mountain in fascination.

In front of him floated a delicate gourd, which seemed to pour something into the mind of the tiny figure as it swirled.

Suzhan Wuzun, also remembered as the man of Kensu Susano, was read about by the Tibetan antelope in a book.

Now he came to the front of the Tibetan antelope, just like the legend, against the backdrop of the thunderstorm, carrying his two weapons that had been passed down from mouth to mouth, the Eight Mirrors and the Ten Sword, he was wearing dark golden armor, draped in dark blue wind, with a majesty like heaven and earth.

He exists only in all recorded words and frescoes!

He suddenly moved, and rushed towards the Tibetan antelope, and the eight mirrors were scattered and floating, and the ten-held swords were already raised in the air.

All the rain around gathered and blocked in front of Suzhan Mingzun, and rushed towards the Tibetan antelope.

The Tibetan antelope could no longer see the front at all, and what came to him was as if it were a waterfall, and he was undoubtedly swallowed up by the currents of water in an instant, which struck his body and pushed him out.

Suzhan Mingzun slowly stopped his steps, and he plunged his ten-held sword into the wet ground, and the eight mirrors guarded the surroundings.

A horde of black figures came out from behind Suzhan Mingzun, like a group of priests about to celebrate Mass, they were all around each other, exactly the same black clothes, exactly the same pale faces, and the same hollow eyes that shone with a pale golden light.

The black shadows spoke prophecies that the Tibetan antelope could not understand, and sang magnificent and solemn hymns.

[Get up...... You can't fall to the ground like a bug...... It's disrespectful to me......]

The Tibetan antelope, who had been swept to the ground by the water, struggled to stand up, he struggled to raise his head, he never thought that there would be anyone, oh no, it should be said that the god is so tall and unshakable as a mountain.

There is rain in the sky and on the ground, beyond the rain is boundless darkness, and under the feet is also a dark ground where you can't see any details clearly, and there are transparent water curtains on all sides, as if all the rain in the world is gathered in this space, and the rain flows and the rain streams are side by side, there is no gap.

Suzhan Mingzun's eyes met the Tibetan antelope, and the Tibetan antelope with sharp eyes had to avoid looking.

[Now...... It's not time to ...... yet]

……

【！ 】

The white-haired boy who was sleeping on the chair suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was trembling, his open mouth kept shaking, he couldn't make any sound, what he felt in the dream just now, the majesty like heaven and earth was so real, so real.

"Uh......" After a long time, the Tibetan antelope let out a sigh of relief, and gradually he felt that his control over his body had recovered.

The Tibetan antelope looked around with some vigilance, there were very few people in this carriage, and many people were doing their own thing.

He stretched out his left hand and flipped it slightly, and a delicate gourd mark appeared on the hand of the Tibetan antelope, and then the light flashed slightly, and an emerald green gourd appeared on his hand.

"Since I got this thing, first it was an inexplicable inheritance, and now it's a strange dream, it's really incomprehensible." The Tibetan antelope stared at the gourd for a while, and after not seeing anything unusual, he casually took the gourd back.

The Tibetan antelope is now on the sea train to the island of Akara, which is very rare in the Alola region, and even the sea train has only two meas, one back and forth.

Originally, after he regained his memory, he planned to go back to Sinnoh first, but he found that he had no way to return to Sinnoh at all.

I discussed with Dr. Kukuy, but I got a message that because Alola is establishing diplomatic relations with the Kanto region, if the Tibetan antelope travels from Alola to the Eastern Hemisphere at this time, it will cause some unnecessary trouble, so he can't leave Alola for the time being.

Just as the Tibetan antelope was answering Hara's house with some loss, Hala was frowning and looking at the documents from Akara Island in his hand.

Speaking of which, it is necessary to mention the geography of Alola, which is made up of warm islands with a warm climate, centered on 4 islands rich in natural resources and 1 artificial island, which is composed of Meromera Island, Akara Island, Ula Ula Island, Poni Island, Etherland and Coconut Island Tree Island.

As for the gist of the document, a strange elf appeared on the island of Akara and injured many trainers out of nowhere, leaving the king of the island on the island of Akala, Lizzy, already busy.

And there are a lot of things to deal with on Hara's side, and he can't get away for a while, and then, at the request of the Tibetan antelope himself, he gets on the sea train as a support for Meile Meile Island.

"This sea is really beautiful...... "The Tibetan antelope stretched and moved his neck, leaned back on the cushion of the chair behind him, adjusted to the most comfortable position, and looked out of the window next to the seat.

The turquoise waters are connected to the sky, one by one, the water waves are rippling, the elves of various fish are rushing out of the sea, and flocks of large-billed gulls and gun-billed birds are flying in the sky.

The Tibetan antelope, who was awakened by the dream, had no intention of continuing to sleep at this time, and took out the laptop that Kukuyi had prepared for him from the space backpack he carried.

His original space backpack was almost broken after that time, and this time he went to Akara Island to support, Kukui specially prepared a new backpack for him, as well as some useful things.

Gazelle's white fingers slid over his laptop, and he was browsing through the pictures that had been circulating about the events in Acala, which were always like this, and the more he tried to hide something, the more it would be revealed.

This post revealed that the trainers who were killed by the strange elves were already their elves, the picture was bloodstained, and those trainers were either missing arms and legs, or were cut into seven or eight pieces, and their elves were the same, suffering the same injuries as their owners.

"Look at this wound, it looks like it's caused by a sharp blade." Zang Ling held a laptop in one hand and pinched his chin in the other, "There are only a few blade-type skills and elves in total, but they can kill these trainers who still have the existence of a high-level quasi-heavenly king-"

"It's not something a simple wild elf can do."