Rope’s Plan

Amidst the woman's thousands of thanks, the middle-aged man could only shake his head with some embarrassment. Although he had indeed been looking forward to this image of others being grateful to him for a long time, on second thought, when it came to someone else thanking him so sincerely and solemnly, he instead had some embarrassment.

"No need to be polite! These are all things I should do!" The middle-aged man said in a rather embarrassed manner.

But the woman acted as if she didn't hear the man's humble words and kept thanking him. Even the small child was the same, thanking her incessantly.

When the man was young, he was just a depressed trainer, and when he was traveling, he had also imagined the scene in front of him, a young man in fresh clothes, and a girl who was more beautiful than a flower.

Unfortunately, those youthful imaginations were eventually annihilated in his own not-so-high talent. Although his journey was wonderful, it could be described as dull and uneventful.

Those sword and sword shadow, treacherous clouds are naturally not.

Those secret feelings, red sleeve is not even exist.

Only the fighting spirit gradually worn out during the journey, and the increasingly serious pressure of survival. Heavy Pokémon breeding costs, as well as heavy traveling costs, these are not something that an ordinary family can afford in the long run.

After traveling for three to five years, those who were capable could already be self-sufficient and even feed their families.

Those who can't afford it, even if given three or two years, will not be able to make much progress in ten or eight years.

So give up the dream of being a trainer, leave the wilderness, return to the city, become a hard-working office worker, is also a good choice. At least for most ordinary families, this was simply a better path.

Those who had ventured out in the wilderness would be just as welcome even in the middle of the city. After all, those experiences between life and death were very capable of helping a person grow.

But even the man didn't expect that what he had sought so hard for as a teenager would eventually come to him in middle age, when his edges had already been rounded off by life along with his figure. The real in their own side appeared.

I can only lament the fact that the creation of a person.

Can not help but spit on the ground again, cursing the damn world.

A teenager is unaware of how much suffering there has to be behind his dreams, whether it is his own or someone else's.

Just like back then, he dreamed of saving a beautiful woman, but who could know the despair of that beautiful woman before she was saved?

If the dream was to become some great hero or something like that...either to die many deaths, or to die for many people...neither of them were anything that a middle-aged man would aspire to ah!

Sighing and lamenting, the middle-aged man rushed forward to help the mother and child up.

The mother looks really clean and beautiful, her age doesn't look too old, not even old enough to be counted as a woman. The child was even younger, looking three or four years old afterward...

"Where are you guys going? I'll give you a ride. By following my side, you will at least be able to be safer." The middle-aged man said earnestly, "Of course, if you are able to contact the others to hug and call you, I don't really care."

The latter sentence was not only to prevent any misunderstanding, but also to save some effort.

He himself was not unattached. Children and wife are not far away in the park, now do not know what the situation.

Although the face does not show, but already anxious.

The woman naturally also saw the man in front of her heart anxious. Think also know, at this time, still did not flee but to look inward itself is problematic.

Every person who traveled against the grain in the midst of a crisis had a responsibility that he or she could hardly refuse and was willing to accept.

Regardless of the identity of this responsibility.

There will always be someone, something that will make you willing to risk feeling him/her even in the face of great danger.

This is true of family love and friendship. It is only a matter of a certain weight that exists within.

"Tell you what, big brother, where are you going next, we'll follow you. I've already told the one in my house to come here and look for me, but we can't delay you, we'll follow you. Wait for the one in our house to come along and rendezvous."

"The one from my family was an apprentice at the Hammerlocke Stadium and is considered good in terms of strength. With our two families together, whatever we have to thank for next, the security will be a bit greater."

The woman said this with the same earnest seriousness and a great deal of calm.

You let her stay here alone with the child waiting for her man's arrival, then in case in the event of bumping into the previous situation can't count on having a good samaritan again.

And like the middle-aged man politely, really let people send themselves first to find someone, put their own family down, that is purely unintelligent.

People are just subconsciously polite, you climb the pole can only be to find embarrassment for both people. Therefore, like now this decision, is already for both sides are the best choice.

The man had been a little chagrined when he said the polite words, but he didn't expect the woman's handling of the situation to be so skillful, so he agreed, and the three of them walked together towards the park not far away.

All of this was happening in the midst of Zamazenta's observation, although there was a lot of disdain for the race of humans, but it was equally undeniable that there were many bright spots on them as well.

This is why, in many cases, the gods have emerged from natural crises to watch over the humans.

A race full of charisma, no one would be willing to let them easily disappear into the river of history, becoming a specimen of time.

That was why, the messengers of the gods were mostly humans.

So Zamazenta raised his voice to the sky, and all the humans and all the Pokémon in this area all looked in that direction.

Those who were a little farther away could only see a small black dot, but even then, they could feel the faint majesty.

Those that were closer, on the other hand, were looking at the red-colored giant wolf in a slight daze. Even just looking, they were almost intimidated by Zamazenta.

This was the special charm of the gods. It was always easy to conquer many things, be it humans, or Pokémon. Or even opponents.

Zamazenta unleashed a Behemoth Bomb towards the sky after attracting everyone's attention, the purplish-red cloud above the sky was dispersed, and the sunlight once again appeared in front of everyone's eyes, only when you have lost it will you be able to feel the preciousness of such a thing.

The moment the sunlight spilled down, the atmosphere of the general descent of doom was cleared for the most part.

Those who had fear in their hearts, the gloom in their hearts dissipated for the most part. And those who had evil thoughts in their hearts were instantly silenced, and the bold thoughts of their own hearts were firmly restrained by that well-established penal code.

There are times when the sun has such marvelous power.

And so the sun is praised!

But in reality more people were now paying homage to Zamazenta, to the fabled Lord of the Shield. Though in their perception, that was not which of the legendary kings.

Because Galar's legendary King of Swords and King of Shields had been tampered with.

But that wasn't a big deal now. After all, in the end, it was just a matter of reputation. If they were really obsessed with reputation, Zacian and Zamazenta wouldn't have stayed in the Weeping Forest for thousands of years.

Elsewhere in the area, there was a breeze blowing up with a salty, seawatery flavor blowing away all of the fuchsia-red overcast clouds.

There was also a rainbow in the sky, as if it had set that cloudy sky on fire, and it was clear that the sun had not yet dawned in the west, but there were already flaming clouds.

There was even a resounding chorus of laughter. The children seemed to have found extremely interesting playmates, and without realizing it, the dark clouds had melted into the laughter like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

Each of the gods have their own means, can not say who is more brilliant, but all have left a deep impression in the hearts of mankind.

At this time, the purplish-red cloud in Hammerlocke and even the surrounding areas had basically dissipated.

Leon and Raihan who were evacuating the people were also greatly shocked to see the scene in front of them, even for those of them who had already become famous, when they were really facing the divine might of the gods, it was inevitable that they would have the heartfelt thought of respect in them.

"Leon, Professor Rope's skill is really great! So what about four gods! Together with the two you said were at the top of the tower, there are six gods!"

Seriously, you'd have to say Raihan that he wasn't sour, right, that's nonsense, who couldn't be sour? There was hardly any trainer who could resist the desire to take in a god in the true sense of the word.

It's just that they all know restraint as well, and none of them would go too far in pursuing a god that they likely wouldn't get along with until there was a so-called karmic connection.

Leon shook his head and chuckled, "This Rope guy has always been like this, every now and then he makes some big news to scare people."

Seriously, you'd have to say that Leon and Rope were more familiar with each other again, which wasn't necessarily the case. These two still relied more on phone calls for their interactions, which doomed the relationship between Rope and Leon to never be considered truly close friends.

They simply have confidence in each other's character and integrity.

Rope's confidence in Leon's character and integrity is due to the fact that after investigating Leon's deeds in the anime, games, and in this world, he feels that Leon is indeed a person who can be trusted.

But where does Leon's trust in Rope come from?

Probably from the crowd...

Even Rope himself could only guess so much. After all, if you want to say that he, Rope, is a good person, there's nothing to refute, but if you want to say that he's a saint, that's not pure bullshit!

"What do you think... what kind of battle is going on at the top of the tower right now?"

Raihan was more or less curious. After all, how many people could not be curious about a battle between three gods?

"There's no difference, gods... are just a little more powerful Pokémon."

It was easy to say, and it was said by Leon, so the others had little room for rebuttal. After all, Leon had also personally fought one of the strongest gods in this world.

Even if this god wasn't exactly in top form that is.

Raihan's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't know how to refute this guy. He raised his head to look over there, but all he could see was a purplish-red cloud.

In the midst of the purplish-red clouds, the battle here was almost over.

There's one way to put it, Zacian's looking at his dog and it's going numb. No, there is no such thing, what kind of ingredient is this guy in the end! How can it be so strong.

The scene in front of him was clearly the dragon and tiger Mewtwo, and Eternatus who looked like he already had little strength.

No matter what, endurance is the advantage of the dragon Pokémon ah how can on this side were you a Psychic-type guy advantage?

Not to mention Zacian, even Eternatus himself was a bit confused. However, feeling the cozy warmth inside his body, he knew... Damn, it was definitely this guy in front of him who was cheating!

So he let out an angry growl towards Mewtwo.

Mewtwo couldn't deny Eternatus' words at all. Because it was indeed a trick, the new flame that Rope had obtained after subjugating Mewtwo was a flame that could burn the enemy's physical energy and energy in a quick, but gentle and undetectable manner...

Invisible, and all the more terrifying because of it...

Looking at Eternatus, who only had the strength to growl, Mewtwo was also a trifle helpless. After all, the one in front of him was indeed very strong, but he himself was just very much a restrainer of this type.

The rapid wound healing was rendered ineffective by the afterglow of the flames. Originally the greatest advantage of endurance and physical ability in the battle is like the ice and snow in the spring like a rapid melt.

The very strong defense is also so fragile under the burning of the flames.

If we use the concepts from the games Rope played in the original world, Mewtwo was probably a mage with heavy damage, armor piercing and mana burning effects, plus his own powerful attack power.

And the other party was a guy with a return of blood, high defense, and high lifesteal.

No matter how you look at it, it's like a heavenly gram...especially when the opponent is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of speed. It's not too much to say that it's a father beating his son.

Mewtwo also gave Eternatus one last blow after shaking his head, as Rope had said.

Eternatus then fainted and also broke away from his Dynamax-less form.

Mewtwo finally sort of breathed a sigh of relief at this point, and after shaking his head, used the flame as a medium to cast a telepathic message to tell Rope that things were over here.

In the very next instant, the aura opened and Rope appeared, nodding after locking eyes with Mewtwo.

Rope removed a purple Pokéball from his belt.

Mewtwo looked at the ball with a complicated expression.

This was the Master Ball.

The crystallization of human wisdom, one could even say it was the highest crystallization.

Even Legendary Pokémon could only become prisoners in the true sense of the word in front of this ball.