Chapter 122 – Seamless Coordination! The Pokémon Army’s United Assault!

At the forefront of each Falinks unit, the head Falinks warrior's crest stood tall, pointing directly at the forest ahead.

From within their pitch-black bodies, pairs of firm, unwavering eyes burned with fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Heavy, synchronized footsteps echoed across the field as the Falinks phalanxes advanced in perfect formation.

If Su Bai were here, he'd no doubt shout in admiration:

"Magnificent! This is just like the iron tide of Roman legions from historical war films!"

Only, these Falinks were far more powerful than any ancient Roman soldier.

The purpose of the formation was clear: to attract the death beasts.

The dense vitality of the Pokémon, combined with the loud marching, quickly drew the attention of the monsters lurking in the forest.

Moments later, numerous pairs of bloodshot, hate-filled eyes emerged from the shadows.

Compared to the disciplined Falinks, these death beasts were wild and disorganized. The moment they saw the Pokémon—lifeforms they instinctively loathed—they let out furious roars and charged.

But the Falinks did not flinch.

As the horn on the Falinks commander's helmet flicked forward, each group of six Falinks formed a unit.

Then, six of these units merged into a massive square formation.

One team after another joined in.

In mere seconds, a colossal living shield wall had formed!

"Falinks—hold the line!"

The commanding officer's shout rang out.

At once, the Pokémon let out a unified war cry.

Glowing auras radiated from each Falinks unit, intertwining into a single, seamless barrier.

The rampaging death beasts smashed into the glowing wall with full force—

Only to be bounced back violently!

Bones cracked under the impact, and many of the death beasts crumpled with fractured limbs. Yet the Falinks formation remained completely unshaken!

Before the monsters could react, the sky darkened.

A swarm of fierce-looking Corvisquire descended from the clouds, their massive wings blotting out the sun.

Each one carried a boulder gripped firmly in its claws.

And judging by how effortlessly they handled the weight, it was clear these weren't ordinary birds.

After all, flying-type Pokémon were far more than just airborne animals. Their powerful wings could generate tornados—some even altered the weather itself.

These boulders were no joke, either—hand-selected by ground-type Awakeners from deep beneath the rocky hills, each one was incredibly dense and heavy.

"Drop them!"

Zhu Jianyuan's booming voice echoed across the battlefield.

The Corvisquire released their payloads.

Boulders rained from the sky like a meteor shower, slamming into the deathbeast horde with earth-shaking force.

Those directly hit were crushed instantly, while the rest scattered in panic, their formation broken.

Even better, with their hands now free, the Corvisquire surged forward to engage flying death beasts in midair.

"Now's our chance! Buizel units—strike!!"

Zhu Jianyuan's eyes sparkled as he shouted the next command.

This was one of the biggest strategic advantages that Pokémon brought to the battlefield.

Back in the technological era, aerial bombardment was one of humanity's strongest tools. But ever since the rise of death beasts, the skies had become hostile territory.

Death energy disrupted electronics, rendering advanced jets and drones into scrap.

And while some Awakeners could fly, they were usually fragile magic-types, far too rare and valuable to risk in bombing runs.

But now? Thanks to the Corvisquire and some creative teamwork with ground-type Pokémon, they had recreated air strikes—without technology.

And the results were devastating.

From three different directions, the Buizel units—fast, nimble, and perfectly trained—rushed forward!

The death beasts' charge had been swift, but the Buizel formation had been laid in ambush and executed flawlessly.

"Buizel—use Water Gun!"

The squad leader shouted his command.

Streams of water blasted out from the Buizel's mouths—a hundred Water Guns, unleashed in perfect unison.

The sight was stunning.

Individually, one Water Gun might not fatally injure a B- or C-ranked death beast.

But when launched in overwhelming numbers, they became a force of nature.

Especially now, as the death beasts were disoriented by the earlier boulder strike, many didn't even get a chance to react before being blasted apart.

Some of the death beast in this mixed horde were capable of long-range elemental attacks.

The moment they locked onto the Buizel attackers, they began charging up their spells—

Only for the Buizel to vanish just as quickly as they came!

Their fast retreat left the death beasts confused—then angry.

In their frustration, many ended up attacking their own allies by mistake, as their magic went off-target in the chaos.

The battlefield descended into total disorder.

But the Pokémon army? It didn't hesitate.

"Falinks—charge with me!"

Zhu Jianyuan let out a hearty battle cry.

Brandishing his shining silver spear, he led the charge straight into the enemy horde.

This death beast cluster was always meant to be a warm-up for the Pokémon corps.

Even without them, Zhu Jianyuan and Li Zhi—two S-rank Awakeners—were more than enough to handle it.

Now, with the Pokémon alongside them, the battle was practically a slaughter.

Zhu Jianyuan's spear danced like silver lightning.

No death beast could withstand even a single strike.

Their attacks, when they landed on him, were barely more than an itch.

Instead, they only fueled his frenzied berserker state, making each of his blows more savage.

This wasn't a battle that needed careful training or delicate techniques.

The Pokémon corps was a war machine—once deployed, its only goal was total annihilation.

Behind him, the other Awakeners and Falinks followed.

Their phalanxes pushed forward steadily and relentlessly, like a moving wall of iron.

"Falinks—use Focus Energy!"

At the command of their squad leader, the Pokémon all inhaled deeply.

Their bodies were soon enveloped in a fiery red glow.

Beneath their helmets, pairs of gleaming eyes burned with even greater fighting spirit.

Focus Energy—a technique to center the mind and improve strike precision.

The next command followed instantly:

"Falinks—select your targets. Use Headbutt!"

At once, the phalanx formations disbanded.

One hundred squads, splitting into six hundred individual Falinks.

Their stubby legs bent low—

And then they exploded forward like artillery shells!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

BOOM!

One after another, the battlefield rang with thunderous impacts as the Falinks crashed into the enemy ranks like living battering rams.

The tide of death beasts?

It was about to be crushed beneath a golden tide of discipline and fury.