Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

The dark light was like a black hole that swallowed everything, annihilating all the poisonous mist emitted by the double-bomb gas.

Lance's pupils shrank when he realized something was wrong. He paused and then quickly turned around. He saw two tightly wrapped girls staring at him coldly on a small hill not far from him.

Almost instantly, Lance recognized the identity of one of them.

"Come out, Alakazam, teleport!"

Lance's unique intuition as a villain made him not hesitate at all, and he chose to place all his hopes on his own escape weapon.

But the next moment, the words coming from the whistling wind made Lance completely give up resistance.

"I'm counting on you, Yveltal, Wings of the Dead!"

[Tsk, there's really nothing I can do about you. I'm in a good mood now, so I'll help you this time.]

A slightly arrogant voice announced Lance's death.

Fighting against God is a road to self-destruction, and several events have already taught mankind this truth.

But this didn't stop Lance from wanting to turn around and curse: No, you're the one who's really doing this? You're just using a cannon to kill a mosquito, right? Doesn't your conscience hurt?

Lance is feeling regretful now, not because of the impending death, but because he cannot appreciate his own masterpiece and the frightened faces of the people... yes, a masterpiece!

Lance, who had looked depressed just now, suddenly returned to his usual demeanor. The regretful look on his face was swept away. His eyes were fierce, and like a mentally ill person, his signature exaggerated and playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again - everyone, please appreciate the gift he left to the world in the near future.

He has never been afraid of death. He, Lance, believes that he is different from those three useless people, Apollo, Athena and Radam.

The next moment, the black light enveloped the place, and the lively Lance just now had turned into a lifelike stone statue, while Yveltal did not even show up. For him, it was not difficult to ignore the obstruction of the Poké Ball and launch an attack.

Along with it, Xbat, Gastly, and Alakazam all turned into stone and fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

Just like that, a crisis that could not be called a crisis came to an end, and the most cruel executive of Team Rocket also ended up in a hurry - just like Hunter J.

A red light flashed, and the mini Yveltal flapped its wings, looked at the stone statues with disdain, and said in a haughty manner, imitating Shinji: [Tsk, useless things.]

"I'm so sorry for not being able to satisfy the stupid Lord Yveltal~" Eslo chuckled and patted the big stupid bird's head, then walked towards the filming crew with Mary, ignoring Yveltal's shouting of "Don't pat his head".

[And I've said it so many times, I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid at all! You're the big idiot!] Yveltal realized something was wrong after a while, and immediately closed his eyes and changed his target to continue arguing unilaterally, not noticing that the girl had left.

[Um, Xiao Luo has already left.] Darkrai, who had been silent all along, reminded him hesitantly.

[Huh?] Yveltal slowly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat confused. There was no one in front of him. [Hey! Xiao Luo, wait for me!]

Looking at the Yveltal that quickly went back into the Poké Ball, Darkrai looked thoughtful. This Yveltal was completely useless and could not be kept.

"We... survived?"

On the other side, one of the filming crew members spoke with a trembling voice, his eyes full of joy of surviving a disaster, but also a little panic, fearing that the scene just now was just his fantasy before death.

"Yes, we survived!" A boy named Ernst, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, was helped to stand up. He and the blonde Natasha looked at each other, and they had recognized who the person was.

"Oh my God..." The girl's clear voice was full of joy. Natasha excitedly grabbed Ernst's uninjured left arm and shook it non-stop, "It's her, it's really her!"

"Hmm..." Ernst smiled helplessly as he looked at the other party's excitement, but he could also understand the other party's joy. After all, what could be more surprising than seeing your idol in person and being rescued by him?

"But you'd better calm down quickly, Natasha. You don't want your idol to see you being so unladylike, right?"

"Oh, yes, yes, calm down, calm down..."

At the same time, Director Lin, the leader of the filming crew, came forward and began to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for saving us, Miss Aislo..." Director Lin finally chose to address the other party by her current gender. After all, according to the previous information, the girl did not seem to reject all of her genders.

"It's just a small matter. No need to thank me." Aislo waved his hand and then looked at the injured man and two women behind Director Lin. "Are any of you injured? Do you need our help?"

"Oh, there's no need to trouble you two. We brought an emergency stretcher with us." At this point, Director Lin also smiled, as if he was thankful that they were well prepared and did not become careless just because the place was close and familiar.

"That's good." Mary nodded slightly, then looked at Natasha who was limping over, and took the initiative to step forward a few steps, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

It is better for the wounded not to move too much.

"Well, well, well, Mary, and Aislo, can you give me an autograph? Please, please! I'm your fan, I I I..." The blonde girl looked a little nervous, and even stuttered when she spoke. She still held a paper and a pen in her hands.

"I'm sorry, you two. Natasha is usually very reckless. Please don't take it to heart." Director Lin explained for Natasha helplessly. The other party's behavior was indeed very rude in the eyes of some people who liked quietness.

"Sorry!" Natasha reacted and apologized quickly.

"It's okay, just signing my name." Aislo shrugged, then took the paper and pen and signed his name. After all, he was very familiar with this job.

When Mary saw Aislo finish writing, she also signed one. Seeing Natasha's loving expression after she took the paper and pen, she must really like them both.

The feeling of being liked and recognized by others is always wonderful, and this also made Aislo and Mary feel much better.

"Everyone! Let's call it a day." Director Lin called out to everyone behind him. After all, they were all frightened to some extent, and the two leading actors were also injured, so the filming of the play could not continue for the time being. "Tralin, have you called Junsha?"

"Yes, Director. He should be here soon." A middle-aged man replied.

"That's good." Director Lin nodded, then turned to look at Aisiluo and the others, "You two should be going to Xuefeng City, right? If you're in a hurry, I can find a few people to lead the way for you."

After exchanging a glance with Aisiluo, Mary replied, "No, we're not in a hurry."

Darkrai just told them that there were no suspicious persons nearby, so there was no need to worry about the safety of the crew.

The reason why the two wanted to stay here for a while was naturally to appreciate the scenery here. When traveling, one should naturally appreciate the scenery along the way - anyway, Eslo didn't have to fight in the gym, so why was he in a hurry?

"Then I won't bother you."

After saying this briefly, Director Lin turned and left. He still had to help pack up.

Eslo and Mary took a leisurely walk, but after a while, Eslo stopped in front of the stone statue of Lance.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked.

Aislo silently looked at the strange smile on Lance's face, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, "I feel that his expression is a little strange."

"These crazy people are like this. No one can guess what they are thinking." Mary shrugged and comforted him. From her perception of emotional power, Lance's mood had not changed much.

"Okay." Aislo nodded silently, hoping that he was just overthinking it.