After being struck by lightning, I became the leader of the elves

The main venue of the National High School Competition.

At this time, all the Pokémon of the two Holy Kings, Hope and Bravery, were killed in battle, and the two had been completely captured.

Chen Long still held on to the field, fully supporting the War Emperor; while Si Snake, escorting the two captured people, was slowly walking towards the Chinese dungeon.

At the same time, all the champion-level Pokémon left behind by the God have lost their combat capabilities.

There were only four mythical Pokémon left flying in the air, fighting fiercely with nearly twenty champion-level Pokémon.

In this fierce battle, a red-haired pony stood out.

He took over the position originally held by Shemi, and resolutely faced the two powerful dream gods on his own.

On the other hand, Salud and Melmetton were each dealing with nearly ten champion-level Pokémon, and their combat power was maintained in a delicate balance.

The War Emperor stood in the center of the venue, looking around at the battle situation.

When he saw the situation gradually stabilizing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe away the sweat that kept oozing from his forehead.

"Qinglong is such an unreliable guy. Fortunately, I was careful and brought Keldeo with me. Otherwise, I would have been in trouble this time."

While talking to himself, the War Emperor turned his head to look in the direction where Qinglong had just left.

"But then again, three mythical beasts should be able to completely crush that stink bug, right?"

……

"Qinglong?"

On the other side, the surprised voice of the messenger of God came out slowly from the thick smoke and dust.

In a moment, the familiar black figure, like a ghost, appeared in front of everyone again.

Seeing this scene, Qinglong and the other two frowned at the same time.

Isn't this dead...

The three of them looked at each other, and no one spoke. They just continued to command Shemmy, Manaphy, and Zeraora tacitly, launching round after round of extremely fierce attacks on the messenger of God.

However, no matter how many times they killed the messenger of God, every time when the smoke cleared, the messenger of God would always stand in front of them safe and sound, unharmed.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed.

The three Qinglongs finally stopped what they were doing. At this moment, their faces were extremely solemn, staring at the immortal man in front of them - the messenger of God.

"Don't waste your energy. You can't kill me."

The messenger of God spoke lightly, his words revealing a deep disdain and self-confidence.

At this time, he had already changed into a brand new black robe and was leisurely adjusting the position of the new mask on his face.

"Qinglong, I have to say, you really exceeded my expectations."

The eyes of the God's Envoy hidden behind the mask casually glanced at Justice, who had been blasted to pieces, and then turned his gaze to Qinglong and slowly asked the question in his mind:

"Logically speaking, unless you can successfully advance to the true master level, with your current strength, you will never be able to contend with my four phantom beasts."

"How on earth did you do that?"

Qinglong looked at the messenger of God below who seemed to be immortal, and his brows kept relaxing and frowning.

After repeating this several times, he sighed softly and explained slowly in a calm yet slightly solemn tone:

"You are able to control five mythical beasts. This is indeed far beyond my initial expectations and assumptions. I alone am indeed no match for four mythical Pokémon."

"But," Qinglong paused for a moment and continued:

"Don't underestimate the top combat power of other countries."

Hearing this, the messenger of God couldn't help but turn his gaze towards the direction of the meeting place.

In just a moment, the expression on his face changed slightly, as if he suddenly understood something.

Then, he shook his head gently, with a self-deprecating smile on his face:

"It seems that even if I plan and plot everything, it is still difficult for me to confront multiple countries head-on at the same time by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger of God completely ignored the three Chinese champion players who were surrounding him and eyeing him covetously. He squatted down as if no one was around and started playing with Machado's Poké Ball in his hand as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, his eyes gradually lost focus and he fell into deep thought.

Although he had figured out most of the strategies that China would adopt to deal with the Holy See through his own methods more than a month ago.

However, Qinglong's careful arrangements and deployments against champion-level trainers were beyond his reach.

You know, whenever a champion-level trainer's every move is involved, the implications are beyond imagination.

The secrets about them were kept tightly covered, like a thick layer of fog.

If he forced the deduction regardless of the consequences, he would probably die from the powerful backlash before the result came to light.

But he has five mythical Pokémon and more than ten champion-level Pokémon. No matter how Qinglong plans, he can never be his match.

But he still miscalculated.

He really had never imagined that Qinglong could actually gather four champions in Yanjing at one go.

This amazing strength, extraordinary courage and powerful appeal have far exceeded his initial expectations.

I really cultivated a formidable enemy for myself...

Qinglong looked at the divine messenger who had fallen into self-doubt and continued:

"God's messenger, you have no other options. Hand over the poisonous stone tablet and five mythical beasts, and I will consider letting you live for a while longer."

His tone was serious and firm, and his eyes revealed unquestionable majesty.

"Don't think you can rest easy just because you have an immortal body. China has plenty of ways to seal you away, and the long river of time will eventually erase you."

Oh, all the sealing techniques you know were taught by me. Do you think they can work on me?

Hearing Qinglong's words, the messenger sneered and shook his head in disdain.

"Live a little longer? A day? An hour? A minute? Or a second?"

His tone was full of sarcasm, and he seemed to care nothing about Qinglong's threat.

"Qinglong, if I want to leave, no one can stop me."

As the messenger of God spoke, his body slowly faded away.

Seeing this, Qinglong and his two companions once again commanded their Pokémon to launch a new round of attacks.

But whether it was Shemi's natural power, Manaphy's mental power, or Zeraora's thunder power, none of them could harm the messenger of God in the slightest.

The messenger of God watched their actions quietly, and the slowly disappearing body seemed to be mocking their incompetence.

When his figure was about to completely disappear, the messenger spoke again:

"Qinglong, I admit that you won this round of confrontation."

"But I didn't lose."

The messenger looked at Qinglong and threw a card.

"If you want to exchange them back, you can exchange them for the indigo and scarlet orbs."

"Qinglong, I am looking forward to meeting you next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the messenger of God had completely disappeared from the spot, leaving no trace.

After taking the note left by the messenger of God, Qinglong took a look at it and his expression suddenly changed.

"How can it be!"

The note read:

"One year later, at the same time, at the East China Sea base, the Ox and the Rabbit each exchanged a gem."

Xuanwu and Baihu noticed the strangeness in Qinglong's expression and asked solemnly:

"What happened?"

Qinglong was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and the caller was Chen Long who had been fighting in the main venue.

Qinglong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He put the phone close to his ear and pressed the answer button.

After a few seconds, Qinglong's face became increasingly gloomy. After giving a few instructions, he put down the phone and looked at the two people beside him.

"It seems we'll have to talk about the past later."

"The Snake has rebelled, the two Heavenly Kings of the Holy Court have escaped, and the Ox and Rabbit have been captured. We must launch a rescue operation immediately."