Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 281 A Pure and Flawless Color Like the Sea

What happened between Maki and the gloomy man was just an insignificant incident in the entire battlefield.

There were nearly a hundred monster apostles on the ship, but only about 20 are still fighting.

The others were either instantly killed from the very beginning, or they were not qualified to participate in it. Like the gloomy man, it was barely enough to do a logistics job.

Mo Yan watched the scene in front of him silently, but the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

According to his understanding, the legendary ultra-ancient Pokémon like Gaioka should sleep in the deep sea, and there has never been a record of actively attacking ships.

Moreover, after meeting Kioka, these Warcraft apostles rushed forward to fight without saying a word, as if they had long believed that Kioka would not let them go.

In this era, is the relationship between elves and humans so bad?
The one-sided battle continued, and even Mo Yan couldn't bear to watch it.

Such a meaningless struggle will cast a shadow over everyone's hearts when every monster apostle falls down.

"Wait, why isn't that artist here?"

Mo Yan scanned the ice surface, but did not find Maki's boyfriend.

As for Tutu Dog, at this time, it can only be a logistical support on the ice like Maki and the others.

go find him!
Mo Yan left the battlefield and ran directly into the cabin. There is no suspense in the current battle, and it will be a matter of time before he loses.

Moreover, Mo Yan has already understood that everything that happened here is just a video record from a long time ago, and he can't change the fate of anyone in it.

So compared to this, finding a way to leave by himself is the only thing he can do.

Suddenly, a huge red-blue figure crashed onto the deck.

Mo Yan turned around, looking at the Tyrannosaurus beside him whose wings had been broken and who was exhaling more air than inhaling, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Of the two strongest apostles of monsters, one has already fallen, and the other will naturally not be able to hold back for long.

But at this moment, the red-haired uncle on Kuailong's back suddenly made a deafening sound, not a roar, it sounded more like a prayer and a spell.

"Master Dragon God, whom our family supports, I call on you by sacrificing the life of the patriarch of the current Yulong family... Please stop this war..."

In the sky, the presumptuous Gaioka stopped his movements for a rare moment, and looked at the red-haired man coldly, as if he was waiting for something.

On the other side, the red-haired uncle and the fast dragon under him began to release lavender dragon-type energy, which flowed rapidly between one person and one dragon.

"Om~"

Suddenly, not far from Kuailong, a space crack appeared directly in the sky, and a pink world was vaguely seen inside, with thunder flickering from time to time.

Then, an elf that was covered in pale pink but covered in purple-red stripes came out of the air directly.

Palkia!

Another ultra-ancient Pokémon, and a space god who clearly controls space.

But now, he was summoned by the red-haired uncle.

Mo Yan looked at the red-haired man who was bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. When the other party mentioned the Yulong family, Mo Yan knew that he should be Du's ancestor.

But the Yulong family can summon ultra-ancient Pokémon to assist in combat. Such an ability is too terrifying!
The people who survived for the time being looked at the newly-appeared Palkia, and hope appeared on their faces. When they looked at Palkia, they seemed to see the savior.

But why Palkia?
Shouldn't it be the dragon of the sky, Rikuzao, who is closer?
And nominally speaking, Kyoka is under the jurisdiction of the Rift Seat, and if the Rift Seat comes, it should be more effective.

When Mo Yan's brain was thinking rapidly, Kioka had already fought with Palkia.

The two ultra-ancient Pokémon have no restraint in attributes, and their strengths are evenly matched.

Destroy death light, blizzard, subspace slash, root wave...

The powerful skills and exclusive skills were used by the two ultra-ancient Pokémon without any hesitation, and the negative effects of using the skills seemed to be nothing to them.

Fight, dodge, repel, counterattack!
Kyoka and Palkia fought each other, and no one spared the other. They fought harder and harder in the air.

"Roar!"

Finally, Kyoka was accidentally hit by Palkia's Yakong Cleave, and a huge and hideous scar appeared on his back.

The bright red blood floated on the ice surface, and the huge scorching energy in the blood made the ice surface corrode and hiss.

A few Warcraft apostles who were not afraid of death secretly took out the utensils, trying to collect a little of Gaioka's blood.

But when they touched the blood, blue blisters appeared on their bodies.

Soon, the blisters covered the whole body, and rapidly expanded, exploding in the eyes of everyone's horror.

Bang!Bang!bang...

These monster apostles directly turned into a pool of blood, not even a single bone could be seen.

The people nearby ran away in fear, and then all the monster apostles followed back to the deck of the ship.

After the arrival of Palkia, even the Warcraft apostles who were dealing with Kioka in the air before could not participate in the war.

The lives of the people on this entire ship are now entrusted to Palkia who was summoned by the uncle of the Yulong family.

As for the uncle of the Yulong family, now he can only lie on Kuailong's back, watching the battle in the air with a bloodless face.

Regardless of victory or defeat, when Palkia leaves, that is when he loses his life.

On the other side, after being surprised by Palkia's arrival, Mo Yan turned around without hesitation and continued to run into the cabin.

After going through countless walls, Mo Yan arrived at the painter's room as quickly as possible.

And this Maki's boyfriend is still drawing at this time, muttering to himself constantly.

"It's almost finished... It's almost finished... Maki, don't die, you haven't seen the picture I drew for you..."

"Tutu dog, the blue I want is as pure and flawless as the sea! Not this! Not this!"

Suddenly, the painter pushed away the Tutu dog who was coloring him, and threw away the paintbrush that was stained with the wrong paint. With trembling hands, he took out a new paintbrush and started to color by himself.

"Not this...not this...the color of the sea...the color of the sea!"

"What is the color of that pure and flawless sea... what is it... woo woo woo..."

The artist adjusted several different shades of blue, but none of them seemed satisfactory.

In tune, the painter finally fell to his knees on the ground, crying like a collapse.

The Tutu dog stood aside, its paint-smeared tail dangling to the ground.

Looking at his master's eyes, he was full of disappointment, hatred and distress.

Tutu dog looked up at the ceiling, through the ceiling, there were countless monster apostles desperately protecting their companions, but he could only stand here cowardly.

Mo Yan turned his gaze to the painting, and the painting and the memory in Mo Yan's heart had 100% overlapped.

(End of this chapter)