Pokémon: Shadow of the Dawn

Chapter 667: Death of Obert

Mikoli finally found Deason in the first row, on the ground.

This usually serious middle-aged man has completely collapsed, and his whole body looks like a dried corpse with blood and flesh drained out, or a skeleton covered with only a layer of skin.

Last year, some elders discussed with Mikoli about arranging a remarriage for his father.

Mikoli put down the corpse in his hand blankly and raised his head.

Several familiar elders were lying crookedly on the stairs leading to the altar, and their deaths were exactly the same as his father's.

Until a cough sounded:

"Ahem...Mikoli, my good grandson, come quickly..."

"Grandpa, grandpa?"

This familiar voice brought Mikoli back to his senses, and he ran towards the altar shouting anxiously.

Having just experienced a teleportation that drained a lot of physical strength and energy, Obert lay weakly in the center of the altar. After seeing Mikoli running in front of him, he subconsciously showed his usual kind smile:

"Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Mikoli, help grandpa up quickly..."

Mikoli's face twitched, his whole body trembled several times, and he kept backing away, muttering in sorrow and fear: "You are not my grandfather, you are not my grandfather..."

Oberth on the ground came back to his senses with a start and slowly raised his hand.

Still so young, so smooth, so resilient...still the palm of a young man.

Although the teleportation back to the Awakening Temple consumed a large amount of life force, it obviously did not kill all the people of Liuli, nor did it overdraw life to the point where Obert returned to his usual old state.

Except for his white hair, he still looks young.

Aubert touched his face, a hint of joy appeared on his face, but he quickly retracted it and made a sad expression:

"Mikoli, this is to defend against Kyogre... In order to defend against Kyogre's attack, the whole tribe has to..."

"I know about the Guardian Pillar. My father told me a long time ago."

Mikoli's voice was light and fast, as calm as if nothing had happened. But he was crying and laughing, as if his face was full of tears trying to put on a good smile:

"But he's dead, Grandpa. He's dead now..."

Obert finally put away all his expressions, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the Four Heavenly Kings of Hoenn standing under the altar. He quickly changed his words in his heart, climbed up, pointed at the Four Heavenly Kings behind him and shouted:

"They killed Dyson. They killed Dyson! I was just a test subject of the Alliance! They are using me to experiment on the Flower of Eternity!"

"Mikoli, run!"

Mikoli just shook his head slightly when he heard this, and said with a smile: "I was brought here by them. There is no spirit left in me anymore, so I can't escape."

Obert's expression changed again. He held the orb in his hands, his knees softened, and he shouted, "Genji! I am willing to join the alliance! I am willing to dedicate the orb to the alliance... The Hoenn Alliance needs me! President Damaranch has issued an order to recruit ancient nobles!"

Genji stood there silently, rubbing his bandaged legs and his abdomen which was still covered in blood, without saying a word.

Bonnie watched the show with great interest. Tiexuan put his hands in his pockets and watched coldly. Huayue was at a loss, but she calmed down after seeing that the two elders did not move.

But none of the four of them had any intention of taking action now.

Obert knelt on the ground, not knowing for a moment whether he should get up.

Until the orb in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

"Mikoli?" Obert's tone contained a hint of anger, "Return the orb quickly..."

He didn't know if Mikoli wanted to use the orb to replace himself and become a member of the Glass Citizen who was cleared of his crime. There was only one orb, but someone had to take the blame for awakening Groudon.

"Haha..." Mikoli laughed and shouted, "I'll give it back to you now!"

As he said that, Mikoli rushed towards Obert, raised the orb high, and smashed it down fiercely.

Bang!

Obert, who had never practiced physical training, was caught off guard and was stunned. There was a cut on the top of his head, and blood flowed out, but it stopped quickly. He was very confused:

"Mi, Mikoli?"

"Why don't you take this orb? Why don't you take this orb!"

Mikoli roared with all his might, raised the orb again, and dropped it heavily.

The second muffled sound came from the contact between the orb and the head, and Obert stumbled back, subconsciously trying to push the person in front of him away. He could feel the second stream of blood flowing from his head, and although it stopped quickly, the dizziness made him even more uncomfortable.

Mikoli also dragged his legs with difficulty. He seemed to no longer feel the pain. He took two steps forward with a big laugh and raised the orb again.

Unable to resist, Obert was hit hard on the temple and fell to the ground, wailing:

"Mikoli, I'm your grandpa, I'm your grandpa!"

"My grandpa is dead, he's dead!"

Mikoli muttered to himself in response, raising the orb again and again, smashing it down with all his strength again and again.

The head that hit Obert was covered in blood, and his white hair was dyed half red, but he was still in good spirits. Except that his face became more mature and older, there was no sign of coma.

But facing Mikoli who was much stronger than him, Obert had no power to resist and could only shout anxiously:

"Mikoli! You can't hurt me! If I die, all the people of Liuli here will die! Don't you want to save them?"

Upon hearing this, Mikoli stopped smiling and his expression became even more distorted:

"Do you think I don't know... this ritual is irreversible!"

"No one can come back!"

The scarlet orb of fire was stained with bright red blood, until Obert's face was eroded by wrinkles, his body became hunched, and his hands and feet became weaker and weaker...

Until Aubert could no longer make a sound or raise his arms to resist.

Until this moment, Mikoli was still mechanically lifting the orb and dropping it, lifting the orb and dropping it...

"Stop it, kid." Genji walked up the steps and grabbed his wrist. "Obert is dead."

"died......"

Mikoli suddenly stopped and loosened his grip. The orb, covered in blood, rolled from the altar to a corpse.

It was still raining heavily outside the Temple of Awakening. The cold wind with moisture seeped in from the open temple door, brushing past the frail white-haired old men and rushing across the ancient murals behind the altar.

More than 6,000 dead Liuli people were blown to the ground, and the eight guardian stone pillars at the edge of the temple remained silent in the rain.

On the altar in the main hall, Mikoli knelt in the center, numbly pressing his forehead against the totem pattern on the ground, without moving.

The four kings of the alliance had different expressions, but said nothing.