Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 588 Memories in Dreams

Feeling a sharp pain in his chest, Mewtwo slowly took half a step back.

Its expression began to become ferocious, and the super energy around its body became more violent and difficult to control.

"Damn it!"

With a roar, Mewtwo rubbed his hands and fired dozens of wave missiles directly at Pikachu.

But Pikachu thought it was fun. Its lightning-like tail flashed with a steel-like luster. It flew forward and split the wave missiles in half one by one.

However, just after he chopped off the last wave of missiles, his body froze in mid-air for an instant, and then his short hands covered his forehead in pain.

"Pika.": I'm out of control and have been mentally ill.

However, before Pikachu could make a corresponding countermeasure, Mewtwo had already flashed in front of him, and a wave of missiles condensed in his hand directly hit Pikachu's body, knocking him away.

While in mid-air, a shot of Future Sight that was ready to be fired knocked Pikachu down again.

Mewtwo held a huge mental blade in its hand and took a step. The soil beneath its feet shattered directly, leaving behind spider-web-like cracks.

"Die!"

Mewtwo roared angrily, and the sharp mental blade in his hand seemed to be about to cut the falling Pikachu in half.

However, at this moment, Red, the trainer, finally spoke.

"Pikachu... Origin Volt Attack..."

The next moment after Chihong opened his mouth, an electric field that had been buried suddenly appeared on the field. Pikachu's body was suddenly covered with electric light, and his panicked look immediately calmed down.

Taking advantage of the downward trend, Pikachu started running out of thin air, but to be more precise, it was with the help of the lightning on its body that had turned into substance.

"Pickup, pickup, pickup!"

The mental blade and the origin volt attack collided with each other, and the next moment, a huge explosion was heard.

If someone looks at the top of Baiyun Mountain through a telescope at this time, they will find that there is suddenly a layer of mushroom cloud on the top of the mountain.

Before the explosion occurred, Gardevoir, sensing something was wrong, held up a spherical shield in front of her, wrapping her and Shota in it.

As the smoke, dust, wind and snow gradually dissipated, Gardevoir turned its gaze towards the center of the field.

In the smoke that had not yet completely dissipated, Mewtwo stood there, holding a crescent-shaped spiritual blade in his hand, and next to his feet, a yellow-skinned mouse was lying there, his life or death unknown.

Mewtwo slowly raised the psychic blade in his hand and was about to chop it down at Pikachu.

Then in the next second, somehow, its body suddenly stiffened, and finally fell down slowly.

Not long after, a figure slowly walked out of the smoke and dust. It was Chihong.

He picked up the Pikachu on the ground, then took out something from his backpack and poured it into Pikachu's mouth.

Not long after, Pikachu opened his big watery eyes and nudged his head in Chihong's arms.

"........."

As if he had thought about it for a moment, Red once again took out a bottle of potion from his backpack, slowly squatted down, and poured it into Mewtwo's mouth.

Mewtwo's eyelids twitched slowly, and then slowly opened its eyes, but this time its eyes had become clear.

"Damn it, what do you know..."

"..."

As if he did not answer the question raised by Mewtwo, Red held Pikachu in his arms and stood at the end of the road again. The steady snow and wind made his figure a little blurry again.

"Damn it... answer my question, you damned thing..."

A feeling of fatigue came over Mewtwo, and he slowly closed his eyes.

……

Countless intertwined voices frequently sounded in Mewtwo's mind. Whose voices were they?

"Leave this to me, Fuji..."

"Da Mu...you can't control it..."

"No! I can... I will protect her... I will protect her, I won't lose again!

For the sake of our long-standing friendship, please give it to me. I need its power.

Besides, a large part of the promotion of this plan is because I provided you with most of the genetic information of Pokémon. You alone cannot create such a creature that perfectly combines wisdom and power. Besides, don’t you have a copy to hand in?"

"No, Da Mu, I mean that the copy in your hand is incomplete, it lacks human wisdom.

You should take the other one with you.”

"No, I want this one. Don't try to persuade me anymore. I can control its rampaging power.

If I can't even do this, how can I protect her?

Besides, if it lacks Wisdom, then we can tame it just like we tame other Pokémon, right?

A good and obedient tool."

"Da Mu, for a woman, and a woman who has been defiled, is it worth it?"

"Fuji, I find it hard to imagine such words coming out of your mouth, I hope I won't hear it a second time.

I'm leaving, keep your mouth shut."

With a creaky sound, the door was closed tightly.

"Hey~ I hope you won't regret it later, Oki."

There seemed to be a sound of some glassware being picked up, and an old man's voice came out again.

“Was it right or wrong to create you?

Let time give the answers.

I hope you won't fight with him just because you have a brother.

After all, you two are my children."

"Father!"

In the rental house, Mewtwo yelled, then sat up on the bed and began to breathe heavily.

Feeling waves of pain coming from all parts of his body, a painful expression appeared on Mewtwo's face again.

"Damn... did I lose? Losing to that little guy is really embarrassing..."

With three fingers covering a place similar to a human's temple, Mewtwo seemed to be lost in reminiscence.

"Was that a dream? Or was it my original memory?

So where am I now? Why does this place feel familiar? "

Chaomeng slowly got off the bed, tore off the bandages on his body, covered his stomach, limped out, opened the door and walked out.

Arriving in the living room, a strong aroma of meat swept over Chaomeng's nose, making him unable to help but sniff hard.

"What a familiar smell."

Looking towards the kitchen, I saw Gardevoir wearing an apron and using her telekinesis to concentrate on processing a Farfetch'd.

The kitchen knife on the chopping board flew quickly, and after the washed vegetables were processed, they were put into a porcelain pot.