Pokémon: This trainer is too wild!

Chapter 194 What level are you? Same skin as Black Rayquaza?

"The legendary Czech Republic..."

Little Kiku stared in awe at the jet-black dragon-shaped Pokémon behind N, the very same dragon Pokémon from the mythical legends passed down through generations in their Unova region.

In mythology, Zekrom is a legendary Pokémon that burns the world to ashes with lightning and assists those who create an ideal world.

But... it chose the king of Team Plasma?!

Officer Jenny's expression was very unpleasant. Why? How could the leader of an evil organization gain the approval of a legendary Pokémon?

Meanwhile, Du Ruo and the others, who had already retreated, were watching this scene from a distant mountaintop.

At this distance, they couldn't hear Mammon and N's conversation, but they could see Zekrom appear!

"Hiss... Will Mr. Mammon be alright?"

Chishong gasped, deeply worried about Mammon's safety.

"Is the Plasma Team really that strong?" Du Ruo frowned. He couldn't understand why the leader of an evil organization could gain the approval of Zekrom.

In the myths he knew, if humanity lost its sense of justice, then the Zekrom would destroy their kingdom with raging lightning.

This legend also proves that Zekrom was not simply a hero he chose to serve based on so-called 'ideals'.

Could it be that the leader of the Plasma Team still harbors a sense of justice?

Or perhaps the myths and legends are actually false, and that Zekrom could be awakened simply by having a sufficiently strong ideal? It doesn't necessarily have to be a righteous ideal.

“Mr. Mammon…” Zi Yu looked at Mammon with some concern.

Wu Li, who was following behind Du Ruo, was also looking at the scene in the distance with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Czech Republic."

Mammon looked Zekrom up and down. The ideal dragon god in the Unova legends was indeed very imposing.

But after observing it carefully, Mammon realized that he probably would prefer the real white dragon.

Yes, the real-life Haku must be very beautiful.

“However, I don’t quite agree with what you said.” Mammon took out a deep red precious orb and looked at N.

"You said our Rockets team is chaotic and evil. On what grounds do you say that? N."

Mammon's tone was very sarcastic.

N remained silent.

"As the 'King' of Team Plasma, can't you see what your team is doing? Stealing Pokémon from random people is quite common for Team Plasma."

"You claim to be 'liberating' all Pokémon, but we haven't seen Team Plasma set an example by releasing Pokémon. It's a hypocritical and disgusting act."

Mammon looked at the silent N with a half-smile.

"Or perhaps, N, you were unaware of these crimes?"

"……I know."

N's bright eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed again at this moment, and he did not deny it.

"The road to ideals is not smooth. To succeed, you need to make sacrifices, and that is necessary."

N did not explain that Team Plasma's initial intention in stealing other people's Pokémon was to 'save' them, and he himself knew that the members of Team Plasma were of varying quality.

Some members are simply acting out of their own selfish desires.

This cannot be denied.

"How hypocritical."

Upon hearing this, Xijiana couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

N's eyes went vacant again, a fact he couldn't deny. Although he had the best intentions, the path to his ideals was indeed cruel.

Quixote told him that this was a necessary 'sacrifice' to achieve his ideals, and N had no choice but to acquiesce.

“I’ve already told you, your dream will not come true.” Mammon magnified the precious sphere in his hand.

“N, this world is very, very big, and you're not the only special one. Zekrom is indeed very strong, but it can't pave the way for your future. For example, you can never defeat me…”

Mammon's lips curled up slightly.

"Kyogre!"

"Woo~!"

A deep, ancient wail echoed across the sky, and the azure divine light shone brightly against the dim sky.

The ancient king of the deep sea slowly flapped his wings, indifferently looking down at the Zekrom standing on the ground.

Drizzle, drizzle~

As Kyogre appeared, the thunderclouds in the sky began to be covered by rain clouds, and heavy rain poured down.

Georka's rainfall characteristics!
"It's Kyogre!"

Miss Officer Jenny and Little Chrysanthemum are both numb. What is this?

Have the thresholds for joining evil organizations become this high?

On one side is Czechoslovakia, and on the other is Georgios! It's truly a battle of gods!
Meanwhile, on a distant mountaintop, Zi Yu and the others were extremely excited.

“I knew it, Mr. Mammon doesn’t look like an ordinary person.” Du Ruo also resumed her lazy tone.

"Kyokka..."

N's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the ancient legendary Pokémon in the sky.

He never expected that Mammon was also a legendary trainer, and even the origin of the ocean in the Hoenn legends.

Czechrom stared intently at Georka, seemingly lost in thought.

"But even Georka is no match for Zekrom!"

N's tone became much lower. Kyogre had indeed surprised him, but how could a Water-type Kyogre fight against his Dragon/Electric Zekrom?

Not only is Zekrom resistant to water-based attacks, it also counters Kyogre!
"Is that really the case?" Mammon raised an eyebrow.

"Kyogre."

Woo~!

Kyogre raised its head and roared, and a blue 'α' phantom symbol entered Kyogre's body, enveloping its entire body in a rich golden-blue light.

The next moment, an even deeper and more ancient wail resounded through the sky, and an even larger, primordial Kyogre stood beneath it.

The original Georka's icy gaze was like an ice dome frozen for millennia, staring directly at Zekrom.

What level is it? It's a black dragon just like Rayquaza? Primal Kyogre felt he needed to test the quality of this black dragon for Black Rayquaza.

A heavy, oppressive pressure permeated the heavens and earth, dark rain clouds seemed to pile up overhead, and the continuous rain seemed to be even heavier.

Upon seeing this brand-new, original Kyogre, N's expression changed.

He could sense that the power of the original Kyogre was far greater than before.

“Primal reversion, this is Kyogre’s true form,” Mammon said with a smile.

"Czechrom is no match for the original Georka."

Mammon looked very relaxed and carefree. The type was indeed advantageous for Zekrom, but comparing Pokémon is never just about looking at the type.

An ordinary high-level legend like Zekrom is no match for the original Kyogre.

"N, let me bring you back to reality."

Upon hearing Mammon's words, N pursed his lips, his eyes lighting up.

"Zekrom!"

Roar~!

A deep, resonant dragon roar echoed from the Czechoslovakian dragon, as blue electricity spun around its tail turbine.

"Cross Lightning!"

Dense lightning crackled incessantly as Zekrom, surrounded by lightning, charged towards Primal Kyogre.

Electric Cross Lightning! A pseudo-exclusive skill that only Zekrom and Dark Kyurem can use.

That's right, N certainly wouldn't give up just because of Mammon's 'one-sided story'.

Running away without even winning? Absolutely not!

He's an N, and his partner is the ideal dragon god Zekrom!

In order to realize his ideals, N has long been prepared to face any difficulties!
It's just an ancient legend, let's get to it!
“Root fluctuations.” Mammon smiled upon hearing this.

The primal Georka roared, and blue water orbs rapidly condensed in front of it, shimmering with dazzling blue light.

The next second, four huge beams of water light shot out and flew towards the oncoming Zekrom.

Boom boom boom! !

The primal shockwave slammed heavily into the cross lightning of Zekrom, creating a deafening explosion.

Under the immensely powerful explosion, the crisscrossing lightning around Zekrom was shattered, and he himself was thrown away by the violent blast, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Czech Röhm!" N exclaimed in surprise, not expecting this to happen during a direct confrontation.

Was the original Kyogre really that strong?

N looked up at the giant fish shimmering with golden-blue light beneath the black rain clouds. Its golden, beastly eyes were cold and ruthless, awe-inspiring.

"Don't worry, N, I'm fine."

A deep, telepathic resonance echoed in N's mind; it was Czechrom.

Zekrom had risen from the ground, his dragon eyes fixed intently on the Primal Kyogre.

“I’m no match for it, N. We’d better retreat.” Zekrom wasn’t keen on continuing the fight against Primal Gyokka.

Judging from the exchange just now, it clearly felt that Primal Kyogre was much stronger than it.

It's fortunate that it has resistance to water-type moves, otherwise the Root Wave would have dealt it a severe blow.

It's not a wise choice for the original Kyogre to continue fighting.

"But……"

N is highly intelligent and naturally understands what Czech Röhm means.

The problem is, his main purpose in coming here was to take Akroma away, but Akroma is still at the base.

"snowstorm."

Mammon smiled as he watched N and Zekrom cease their offensive.

If you don't attack, I might take the initiative to strike.

Czechoslovakian? What's that compared to my original fathead fish?

Primal Kyogre opened its massive maw, and icy blue energy shone from within. In the next instant, a powerful, overwhelming blizzard surged forth.

An ice-type blizzard!

Zekrom instinctively tried to fly away to avoid it, but the blizzard came quickly, and it realized that this blizzard might affect N.

Zekrom immediately landed in front of N, and the green protective barrier was erected.

Hold the line with absolute defense!
The howling blizzard pounded fiercely against the protective barrier, but fortunately, it held up quite well.

However, Czechoslovakia soon realized something was wrong; the impact of the blizzard had not diminished.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...

The barrier held for as long as it reached its limit, turning into specks of light and dissipating, but the biting blizzard immediately followed.

Zekrom let out a painful growl, and his black dragon body was instantly enveloped by a blizzard, the white snowstorm was incredibly terrifying.

When the blizzard subsided, the ground was covered with a layer of silver frost, but it was immediately washed away by the heavy rain. The temperature here was already very low.

Czechrom knelt on the ground, panting heavily; the blizzard had dealt it a severe blow.

After all, it's an ice-resistant dragon.

"Zekhrom, are you alright?" N was very worried about Zekhrom.

"It's okay, I can still manage."

Czechoslovakia was exasperated. "Do I look like I'm alright?"

N frowned; he was already considering whether to give up on Akroma, since Zekrom was no match for the original Gyoukar.

They'd only exchanged two blows when Zekrom was injured.

Although N knew that Zekrom had withstood the blizzard just now to protect him.

"???"

Akrom, who had just finished organizing the data and walked out of the base, was stunned when he saw Zekrom and Primal Kyogre facing off.

Akroma was even more astonished when he noticed the wounds on Czechrom's body.

No, what happened?
(End of this chapter)