Chapter 843: Evil Aura!

The Pokémon that had fainted under White Kyurem's claws was obviously Moltres (Galarian form)!

Its body was almost entirely black feathers, with only a strange red line on its abdomen. Its tail and wings presented a black-and-red intertwined flame shape; it looked like it was burning when flying, but it wasn't actually fire.

As a Dark + Flying-type Legendary Pokémon, it had no special flames that could be provided for Incineroar to absorb.

Su Hao looked at White Kyurem with an expression of looking at a fool, questioning: "Is there a possibility that it doesn't have the Fire type, nor does it have any special flames?"

White Kyurem's dragon pupils widened, its face full of "is Su Hao questioning me?" expression: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"When I went to catch it, those burning feather dusters on its wings and tail were burning quite happily!"

"Don't you try to fool me!"

White Kyurem was so anxious that even Sichuan dialect popped out.

"Pfft..."

Calyrex, who had been silent on the side, couldn't hold back and laughed softly.

White Kyurem couldn't take this grievance; it was like a powder keg that exploded at a touch. While de-transforming back to Kyurem, it released the "Scary Face" move at Calyrex.

"You guy, do you want to fight me, *kora* (tongue click)!?"

Calyrex smiled awkwardly. Even though it understood Kyurem's personality because of Su Hao, it took quite a bit of effort to appease the enraged Kyurem.

After some noise, Su Hao, Kyurem, and Calyrex sat around the Galarian Moltres, constantly sizing up this poor little chicken caught by the evil, wicked dragon.

Su Hao asked suspiciously: "Kyurem, where did you catch it from?"

Kyurem squatted in place like an old hen, a human-like memory expression appearing on its ferocious dragon head: "It seems to be... near a huge red tree."

"Then do you remember the route to get there?"

"I just happened to pass by there by accident and didn't pay attention at all. Why don't you ask the Big Green Hat?"

"I don't know either. After all, I am not familiar with places outside this range of the Crown Tundra in the Ice Prison."

After a silence, Su Hao stared at the Galarian Moltres, confused in his heart. It was a Legendary Pokémon, after all, famous for its physique far exceeding that of ordinary Pokémon.

How come it hadn't woken up from its faint after such a long time? Even a second-tier Legendary shouldn't be... eh?

Pokémon: 【Moltres (Galarian form)】

Type: 【Dark + Flying】

Gender: 【None】

Ability: 【Berserk】 (When HP is reduced to half by an opponent's attack, Special Attack increases by one level)

Level: 【King-level】

Well, it really is a level similar to that reincarnated Celebi... Speaking of which, ever since that incident, he hadn't really gone to check on Jiang Yueluo and Flabébé's Pokémon egg.

I don't know if the egg has hatched yet. Before ensuring that I have the ability to suppress Yveltal—who can suppress Xerneas just by unconsciously emitting power—I should go visit again.

Galarian Moltres felt that since the day it was born, it had never had such a sweet, deep dream.

Usually, its mood was always angry; this was the first time it had been so stable and quiet.

Like sleep-talking, Galarian Moltres opened its somewhat curved beak.

Suddenly, it felt three gazes cast upon it simultaneously. While confused, the memory before its "good sleep" surged back into its mind like a tide.

It seemed to have been attacked by a ferocious evil dragon that was legendary on this land!

Galarian Moltres opened its eyes wide, and seeing a pair of golden eyes, a pair of blue eyes, and a pair of bright golden dragon eyes without pupils staring straight at it, it was scared out of its wits.

That evil dragon, the culprit, a big green-hat Pokémon, and a human who looked very weak!

"Quack quack quack quack!" (Don't come over here ahhhhhhh!)

Galarian Moltres was so scared that it immediately activated its special ability, its whole body wrapped in a strange purple-red aura resembling flames, wanting to scare away the enemies.

However, if you are weak to a certain extent, even being angry looks cute.