Pokemon phobia

【"Ah—that's a demon!"

"The devil is coming!"

"Help me—"

He looked blankly and anxiously at the crowd scattered around him, and in a blink of an eye, he suddenly saw the wanted notice of the Holy See of Light pasted on the wall.The person painted on it had jet-black wings on its back, its horns flying obliquely back were like scimitars, and a long tail of the same color as the wings trailed behind.

Everyone could see that it was him.

"I'm not..." he murmured, but unexpectedly a bow and arrow shot at him, and he subconsciously blocked it with his wings. Amidst the sound of metal clashing, sparks suddenly appeared.

"God of Light! Bows and arrows won't work on him!"

"Quickly, notify the Holy See!"

He felt an extremely heavy emotional pressure on his heart, which made him almost out of breath.After knocking away the heavy shield warriors who surrounded him, he escaped from the human city-state in a panic, and flew aimlessly into the depths of the wilderness.

How ridiculous, ten days ago, he was still the God of War general admired by thousands of people, but now he has been denounced as a devil for no reason.

He was abandoned again. 】

……

[Countless humans, dwarves, orcs, giants, etc. wearing mithril and gold essence armor gathered in a circle, all staring at him in the center.He gritted his teeth and looked at the light elf flying in the sky, and roared: "Despicable Holy See of Light!"

The light elf paused and looked down at him.This elemental elf, which looks like a high elf, exudes dazzling light all over its body, and its huge swan-like wings make it look extremely holy.

He couldn't see the face of the holy light elf clearly, but he heard it's ethereal voice sounding from the depths of his soul, saying, "Demon that only brings destruction, you don't have the right to judge us like that."

He took a deep breath, stared at the holy light elf, and stopped talking.He knew that these words were completely unable to block the determination of these guys to besiege. No matter what he said, they firmly believed that he was a demon who had sneaked in from the Demon Realm.

"Group attack!"

"Roar--"

"Ah! My God, what kind of monster is this!"

"God of light, I have never seen such a huge monster!"

"Don't be afraid, body shape doesn't mean everything...ah!"

"Boom--"

"Don't kill me, ah!"

"save--"

"The devil, it's the devil!"

He used his huge prototype to crazily massacre these besiegers, but he didn't know when the overflowing power had already torn a space crack around him.A golden giant claw protruded out of it like lightning, and grabbed him heavily, leaving a huge gap where the bones were deep.

"It hurts!"

"Quick! Take the opportunity to attack it!"

"Kill this devil!"]

……

【He hid in the depths of the sparsely populated mountains, and wanted to wait for the wounds left by the war to heal slowly, but at this time the two hunters chose the giant tree where he was sheltered to rest.

"Tom, have you heard? The Norman Dynasty has been favored by the God of Light, and the envoy has issued an order not to allow other countries to offend the Norman Dynasty."

"I've heard about it a long time ago. Old Jack said that it was because the Norman dynasty first discovered the traces of the demon and paid a heavy price for encircling and suppressing him."

"That's right, the general Tyronn Evans, who has the blood of a high-level magical creature, is said to have died under the claws of the devil."

"God of light, the devil is really terrible. I hope the envoy can kill that guy as soon as possible."

"It's a pity General Evans, I have always admired him."

"Speaking of which, I really want to go to Norman. It should be the most stable and rich country now, right?"

"It must be. Maybe in a few years, Norman will replace Bran as the most powerful empire."

He sat on a thick branch, staring blankly at the little sunlight leaking from the gaps in the leaves, and patted the trunk with the tip of his tail, making a rhythmic sound.

"What is that sound?"

"Probably a woodpecker."]

……

[Thick cumulonimbus clouds blocked all the bright sunshine, making the world fall into a coma.Exploding thunder from time to time will illuminate the earth for a moment, but the thunder that follows will make people more disturbed.

He hid in the cave with the clothes he snatched from Orion, and in the next second, torrential rain fell.Throwing the things aside casually, he watched the torrential rain that seemed to be the prelude to the end of the world, and remained silent for a long time. He reached out and grasped the roots of the two horns growing on the top of his head, and pushed forward forcefully.

His horns grew from the bones, so hard that even the sharpest steel knives would not leave a trace.

Once he had been proud of them, but now they were the hallmarks of all living things in Azra that identified him.

"Crack."

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the dull pain that could numb his entire brain.After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard two crisp sounds.After the emptiness caused by the severe pain in front of him passed, he saw the two scimitars that had been folded off from his hands.

The scimitar was pitch black, only a faint silvery white shone at the tip, it was simply beautiful.

He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and while laughing, he pressed the blade against the base of the wings on his back.

"Well!"

The warm, sticky liquid flowed down the side of his waist, sinking into his tight trousers that had been torn by the battle.The pain that he never wanted to recall exploded in his nerves, but his hand that was slowly pressing down did not stop.

Finally, with the sound of two hard objects falling to the ground, he only felt a sudden lightness in his body.

He looked back and saw that pair of powerful black wings were lying quietly on the ground.But gradually, the power that belonged to him in the flesh and blood began to slowly escape, and the strong oppressive force even caused the space to start to tear.

He knelt down and picked up the pair of wings, brought them to his mouth, and bit down sharply.

Like a hungry wild beast tearing up the corpse of his enemy, he swallowed the scaled wings into his belly without closing his eyes or pausing, and finally chewed the blood-stained knives bit by bit. Crushed and swallowed.

Sharp scales and fragments of horns scratched his mouth and esophagus, making it almost impossible for him to tell whether the salty blood was from the raw meat or from his cut mouth.

In fact, there is no difference.

He covered his mouth to stop himself from vomiting the nausea that almost penetrated his soul, while curling up and sitting against the edge of the rock.After a while, he moved up his hand covering his mouth, covering his eyes, and took a deep breath.

A low laugh overflowed from his throat, and gradually he laughed louder and louder: "Hehe... Hahaha... So it's me, so it's me... Hahahaha..."

The prophecy recorded in the Dragon Code was once again fulfilled.

Who tore his wings?Who broke his scimitar?

It is hatred, but it is also hope.

Now, for the hope of living, driven by hatred, he fulfilled this prophecy with his own hands.

Suddenly, he felt something tugging at the corner of his clothes.In a blink of an eye, he saw a gray-black young dragon looking at him with ignorant black eyes, and let out a soft cry in a childish voice.

This is a cub of South El Gray Iron Dragon, which was found and given to him by Thad Norman, the current emperor of the Norman dynasty, 37 years ago.Until three years ago, that egg had just broken its shell.

And after he escaped from the palace, the abandoned cub also fled with him. After several months of wandering, he finally reunited with him in a mountain range.

Perhaps because he was moved by the young dragon's innocent eyes, he took it with him.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The young dragon flapped its little wings and licked his hand.He hugged the cub, who was still a baby, and buried his face in its neck.The young dragon licked his face again in a daze, and let him hold it.

He took a deep breath, stood up and put on his long robe to hide the dragon tail trailing behind him, then put on a linen cloak, pulled the brim of his hat tightly to cover the little bit of broken horn left on his head, and strode into the rain with his head bowed. 】

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Tai Lun walked to his room, opened the mahogany carved door and walked into it.He turned and closed the door, and the light purple eyes hidden under the shadow of the hood were also slightly blocked.

It was a pair of calm and cold eyes.