Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

In the Hoenn region, there was a small island in an unknown sea. It was raining heavily in the sky, and on that desolate island, there were many people wearing black robes who did not look like good people, shuttling between many operating tables. What was more interesting was that each person's black robe had a white mark similar to a sheep's head printed on it.

On the sea far away from these people, there is a machine that is tens of meters high. There are no wires connected on the surface of the machine, and it seems that many waterproof measures have been taken.

In front of this machine, a black figure was floating on the water. Compared with the huge machine, this figure seemed very small, as if it could awaken the instinctive fear of giants hidden in human beings.

The figure looked like a young man, with two Poké Balls hanging around his waist. He was dressed similarly to Eslo, with his old left arm, which seemed a little out of proportion with his whole body, hidden in his sleeve. He had a handsome face, his smooth black hair fluttering in the wind, and his blood-red eyes quietly watching the lines that kept jumping on the display in front of him.

If Hyota was here, he would definitely find out that this young man was the mysterious man who attacked him.

The drizzle had not yet stopped, and the falling raindrops left ripples on the sea surface. However, when they wanted to fall on the blood-red-eyed boy, they were always blocked aside by the dark purple barrier.

A cursed doll poked its head out from the shadows and looked at its companions and machines not far away. The corners of its zipper-like mouth unconsciously curled up.

"Lord Creos, we may begin now." Listening to the voice coming from the headset, the young man named Creos slowly placed the sickle-shaped fossil fragment in his hand on the platform in front of him.

As the fossil fell, the transparent patterns on the tray-shaped platform lit up with white light, and the originally smooth lines on the display suddenly rose.

The white light extended from the platform and spread to the entire machine. The metal parts seemed to let out a cry of grief as they could not bear the heavy weight. The original white light gradually turned into a dangerous red.

The next moment, terrifying energy waves spread out, and the strong winds that were stirred up caused waves, as if the ocean was being "shattered".

What was visible to the naked eye was that the crowd on the shore of the island also became flustered, as if this was beyond their expectations.

But Creos still maintained his nonchalant look, as if he didn't take the machine that could explode at any time seriously.

Finally, a strong wind blew up, blowing up the corner of Creos' clothes, and with it was a red light that shot up into the sky. The red light was mixed with the light of evolution, making it difficult for ordinary people to see it with their naked eyes.

"Hiss——"

A deafening roar sounded, the voice was hoarse and sharp, and it seemed to make people feel the cruelty and killing unique to the ancient times.

"boom--"

As the light faded away, there was the sound of the machine exploding. The parts, which were already unable to bear the weight, broke into pieces under the roar and shot out in all directions.

The next moment, a monster that seemed to be 40 meters tall fell into the water, splashing high water. His dark brown body was surrounded by strange black lines, and his hands were giant sickles nearly 20 meters long. Just like the god of death, he could reap the lives of all creatures in the world at will. It seemed that this was also the origin of the fossil fragments.

White water splashed down from the top of the man with the ultra-ancient sickle helmet, and his sharp eyes, which were mixed with madness, turned gentle the moment he saw Creos.

"Welcome back to this world...old friend." Creos gently reached out his hand and stroked the forehead of Scythe Helmet, who had folded his body and was floating on the water.

"Woo——"

Scythe Helmet responded softly. Although he didn't know what was happening at the moment, this was a reunion after death, which was enough to make this big guy happy.

"My lord, it's time for us to go..." The voice in Creos's earpiece sounded again. The terrifying energy fluctuations that had just resurrected the ultra-ancient sickle helmet might have been detected by the alliance.

"Hmm." Creos hummed lightly, then looked at his companions in front of him, "We should go, and try these new things from the future... Tsk, this is much simpler than the stupid golden retriever's invention."

As he spoke, the boy threw the Poké Ball in his hand, and his words were mixed with inexplicable loneliness when he mentioned the "stupid golden retriever".

A red light lit up, and the figure of the super ancient sickle helmet disappeared on the water, causing the surrounding sea water to quickly rush towards the gap formed in the middle.

The simple red and white ball contained the enormous figure without any shaking, and a slight "ding" sound indicated that the Pokémon had been successfully captured.

This is Scythe Helmet's unreserved trust in Creos.

After taking a deep look at the Poké Ball in his hand, Creos also stepped onto the speedboat driven by those mysterious people. After the boy nodded to the cursed doll, the speedboat quickly left.

The cursed doll quickly threw a shadow ball towards the island and then returned to another Poké Ball of Creos.

"boom--"

The waves stirred up by the terrifying explosion were no less severe than those caused by the revival of the ancient sickle helmet.

"Sir, where are you going next?" A man in black robe asked softly on the speedboat.

"Kanto." After uttering these two words softly, Creos slowly closed his eyes.

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Not long after, following the traces left by the horrific energy fluctuation explosion, the investigators sent by the Hoenn Alliance quickly rushed here, but all they saw was an endless ocean.

"According to the description on the map, there should have been a small island here... right?" someone asked uncertainly, his voice trembling.

"Yeah." A young man wearing a white hat with a black brim and a red Poké Ball pattern nodded slightly and adjusted his glasses. The familiar attire also told everyone his identity - the charmer, Ruby.

Hailed as the only coordination trainer who could possibly surpass Mikoli in the future, he was eventually thrown into the battle he once disliked the most because of the crisis in Hoenn.

Of course, although many years of idleness have wasted some of his fighting talent, this does not mean that Ruby is weak. Not to mention that he can repel Dragonite with his physical body at the age of five, he is also a standard champion-level trainer and can skillfully command Pokémon on the field. Perhaps this is the disparity in the world.

"..."Everyone was silent, and prayed that the island disappeared because it was submerged by a tsunami.

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