Pokémon's Chosen System

It is said that the bone mask Caracalla wears is the skull left behind after the death of his father or mother, and he wears it mainly to remember his deceased relatives. Gala Gala's head is now part of the body and can no longer be removed from the skull.

Because the skull was connected to itself during evolution, forming a brand new whole. This change has also raised the value of this skull to a higher level in the eyes of greedy collectors.

If someone buys them at a high price, then naturally someone will massacre them in large numbers.

Most industries are formed this way.

Although many relevant laws were established after the establishment of the Pokémon League to put an end to this kind of behavior, the most indispensable thing in this world is scum. Be it this world or that world.

The Gala Gala that appeared in front of Team Rocket at this time was the mother of a pair of Korakora mother and son that they had started hunting two days ago.

Days of pursuit had left several small fragments on the originally complete skull. Fortunately, it won't affect the value of this skull too much. After all, this is a rare thing. Even if it has flaws, as long as it is sold for so long, someone will definitely buy it.

The tan body is not tall, and is even covered in bruises. But it looks really tall as it leans on its bones to guard the door to the seventh floor.

Ling Lie's eyes were full of murderous intent, which was something that a mother would not usually show. She is also afraid of these bastards, but what if she is a mother?

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

This principle applies to humans, Pokémon, and even to any creature in the world.

"Quack! Quack!"

After many days of fleeing, not only did they not get anything to eat, but they also barely had a drop of water. The hoarse voice was her last strength, and the raised bone rod was her last stubbornness.

If ordinary people saw her, they would definitely feel guilty for this strong mother. But it's obvious that these Team Rocket people are not ordinary people, or that they have fallen out of the category of human beings.

Perhaps it was the fact that the prey they had been hunting for so long now stood in such a weak posture made them excited, or they were excited to see a large amount of alliance coins about to fall into their pockets.

Despicable and dirty, despicable and shameless, not ashamed, showing off one's ugliness, worse than a dog and a pig, shameless...

No amount of derogatory words can be thrown at them too much.

Five or six people, seven or eight Pokémon, just swarmed up. There is absolutely no talk of fairness or morality.

"Stop it!"

Old Man Fuji wanted to step forward, but was pushed to the ground by the leader.

Although this old man is a burden to them, they don't want to lose such a good hostage. At least not now.

The leader sat down on the old man Fuji and put his head straight with his right hand, facing the tragedy in front of him. He sneered and said, "Old man, just watch. If you resist again, you will be the next one to be killed."

The old Fuji man's eyes were about to burst. His eyes were bloodshot, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen due to being pressed down, or because he was blinded by anger. His teeth were clenched and his bite muscles were bulging, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the evil people in front of him.

He just hates it now. Why am I so powerless, I can only watch the tragedy happen in front of my eyes without being able to stop it.

Withered and thin hands tremblingly reached out to those who had taken out knives, but nothing could be done.

"Gala la!"

"Gah!"

"Gah..."

"..."

The sound of struggling disappeared, replaced by the sound of a knife cutting through flesh, the sound of blood slowly flowing out, and an unknown "dong-dong" sound that kept hitting his eardrum.

It took him a while to realize that it was his own heartbeat.

Gradually, his vision began to blur, and a new sound began to appear in his ears. It wasn't until his throat hurt from roaring that he realized that this was an unnecessary and useless way to vent his incompetence.

"It's so noisy." The leader slapped the old man Fuji on the back of his head in displeasure, then raised his head and shouted to the men who had cut off the skull with blood and flesh, "There should be another little one! He is probably on the seventh It’s on the floor, find it for me!”

Several people handed the bloody skull to the leader, then pushed open the door to the seventh floor and walked in.

The leader took the skull and weighed it in his hands. He seemed to think that the goods were good this time, and an ugly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Old Fuji looked at the head helplessly, with confusion and helplessness in his eyes.

Why would someone sacrifice their life for a bone?

He wondered, he thought, he was puzzled.

The wet blood dripped into his eyes along the outline of his skull, but he didn't even think about blinking, and even wanted to laugh. So he let the drop of blood flow in his eyes, dyeing his bloodshot eyes blood red.

"Ah! Ghost!"

Suddenly, several men screamed from inside the door. Just when the leader was frowning and about to curse, he found that the men who had gone in earlier ran out one by one.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar black figure walked out of the door. Isn't it the Gala Gala that was dismembered just now?

But at this moment, there was no emotion in her eyes, they were hollow, and if she looked into each other's eyes, it would be as deep as sucking a person's soul in.

Her head was bare, the skull that was supposed to cover her head was missing, and her scarlet head was exposed. Ironically, the men who removed the skull are now retching into the air.

These shameless guys from Team Rocket were frightened by these eyes, and they all took a few steps back. Even the old man Fuji who was the hostage had no time to take care of him.

will die!

The same thought came to their minds, but for some reason, they couldn't move forward at all. It's like being sealed by someone.

The black figure walked over to his body.

There are not many memories, and there are not too many emotions. She just mechanically picked up the bone rod she left on the ground, and then raised it in front of her.

Strangely, the moment she touched the bone rod, her eyes lit up. It seemed that she remembered why she was here and why she picked up the bone club.

"Gah-"

Following the ear-piercing roar, both ends of the bone rod ignited blue flames at the same time, like karmic fire from hell, in order to burn away the sins in this world.

Accompanied by a roar, the mother, who could no longer be called a rattle, hit the wall with a bone stick while slowly walking towards the greedy people.

She had little or no footsteps, only "dong, dong, dong" coming from time to time, like a countdown to their execution, slowly approaching...

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