Chapter 141: Will Never Forget
The instant Oliver's shell was touched by someone, Gengar on the battlefield sensed it immediately.
That was, after all, a puppet he had concocted single-handedly; naturally, there was a connection.
In that moment, he was instantly overcome with uncontrollable rage. His body swelled explosively, and he unleashed a "Shadow Claw." The giant, netherworldly ghost claw, surprisingly overcoming type disadvantage, slammed the military's Bisharp in front of him down to the ground with one strike!
The cement ground was instantly smashed into a radially spreading crater by this one claw!
Bisharp lay prone in the center of the crater, only its legs still able to twitch intermittently a couple of times...
The red light of a Poké Ball shot out, hastily recalling the Bisharp.
Gengar surveyed the surroundings with disdain; for a moment, no other Pokémon on the battlefield dared to approach him.
At this moment, Gengar's inner heart was roaring wildly: Who! Who did it?! Which bastard is ruining my grand plan?!
Originally, he had prepared a fake death plan, with two of Oliver's shells ready.
The shell left behind in the slums could not "die"!
That shell was always placed within the line of sight of the most loyal subordinates within the organization, precisely so that after the plan succeeded, these loyal underlings would believe the Leader hadn't died, allowing for a smooth comeback in the future!
And the other shell was carried by Gengar, preparing to find an opportunity, in front of all the Kubfu Alliance people, to let this "Oliver" be blown to death by artillery fire.
Preferably to the extent of being blown to smithereens, completely impossible to piece back together or restore.
In the plan, both he and Mismagius would be at the scene. With their coordinated acting, the Kubfu people logically shouldn't suspect the identity of the "Oliver" blown to death.
Afterward, they would have the only loyal cadre whom he had let in on the plan, Linda, bring him and Mismagius out, and everything would be perfect.
As for the Stitched Shadow Army members who witnessed "Oliver's" death, Gengar even planned to borrow Kubfu's hand to cleanse them all away, including Liam and Dayna!
It would be a perfect opportunity to complete a wave of internal purification within the organization.
As for the organization suffering a great loss of vitality?
It didn't matter. Ghost-type Pokémon live very long. At worst, he could continuously consume Soul Orbs in the future to extend his life. He believed he could sooner or later rebuild a glorious Stitched Shadow Army!
Originally, all of this was perfectly planned from Gengar's perspective.
However, who could have thought that right at the beginning, his script would be messed up by someone.
The "True Oliver" left behind to stabilize morale had actually been reached by someone!
This was something he had completely not anticipated!
Exactly which goddamn bastard did this?!
At this moment, Gengar could no longer contain his anger. He hastily gave Mismagius a few secret instructions, erupted with full power to scare back a wave of the military Pokémon in front, and then found an opportunity to transform into a cloud of smoke, slipping away and retreating.
He absolutely had to go back and see who had ruined his grand plan!
Gengar's sudden retreat did not arouse excessive attention from the Kubfu Alliance army.
This time, the Stitched Shadow Army team reinforcing Liam numbered over forty people. On this battlefield, both sides combined had over a hundred personnel and more than two hundred Pokémon engaged in the firefight.
The Stitched Shadow Army side knew those two ghosts were the Leader's spokespersons; the Kubfu side, however, could not be certain.
The retreat of a single Pokémon did not draw too much of their attention.
However, besides the Kubfu army, in the shadows, there were actually two other pairs of eyes that had been tightly盯着 (dīngzhe - staring at) Gengar.
They were precisely Cadres Dayna and Linda.
This time, the two cadres and two ghosts leading the reinforcements—regardless of whether human or ghost—actually, none of them sincerely wanted to save Liam.
Dayna and Linda were also fishing, fishing for what they believed to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
Liam felt bitter in his heart. At this moment, suffering bombardment in the ruins of the unfinished building, he probably had ten thousand "MMPs" (motherf***ers) he wanted to shout...
Confirming Gengar's retreat, Dayna and Linda exchanged a glance in the shadows and simultaneously gave a tacit nod.
They saw this as some kind of signal.
Thus, leaving some Pokémon behind to continue supervising the battle and feigning support, the two of them subsequently also closely followed Gengar's steps, successively leaving the battlefield.
One ghost, two humans—the direction they were now speeding towards was all the same: the slums from which they had come earlier.
And at this moment in the slums, Arthur had failed to obtain any information. Instead, because he was mistaken for the culprit who assassinated the leader, he instantly found himself under heavy siege, his mood also exceptionally on the verge of collapse.
When the Chatot outside the window transmitted the news that the leader was dead, this pitiful two-story small house instantly became the eye of the storm.
Initially, those people still just utilized the convenience of the dense buildings and closely packed houses in the slums, setting up guns on the rooftops and balconies of surrounding houses to shoot or attempt to climb over.
But after Arthur beat back several waves of attacks, the enemy seized an opportunity, using an Excadrill to chisel through the floorboards and snatch back Oliver's "corpse" from the first floor. After that, the situation immediately changed again!
Having confirmed that the leader was truly dead, this group of loyal thugs finally cast aside all restraints!
Immediately following, Talonflame and Magcargo began to set fires over a large area, one in the sky and one on the ground, coordinating tacitly.
It seemed they already completely disregarded the possibility of turning the entire slum into a sea of fire!
"What the hell kind of situation is this!"
While constantly fleeing between the small alleys and rooftops, Arthur simultaneously cursed loudly.
He usually had a steady mentality and generally didn't swear.
Unless he couldn't hold it in...
This current situation was something he truly, absolutely hadn't expected.
Originally, he wanted to casually hijack someone to ask for some news. Who would have thought, not only did he not get the news, but the person ended up being killed by him (as perceived by others).
A bloody huge loss, crap!
Facing the encirclement and pincer attacks that were now everywhere, from sky to ground, he could only, for the moment, learn from the kung fu stars in movies, utilizing the various terrains of the slums to leap up and down, barely managing to protect himself.
As for wanting to ask questions again, there was no hope for that anymore.
Until he ran into a deserted small alley, a dead end. Just as he was preparing to accelerate for a running jump to vault over the wall in front of him, a burst of deep black smoke suddenly shot up before him!
Within the mist, a pair of blood-red eyes, like those of a hell demon, pounced ferociously towards him!
A dim small alley, drizzling rain; a black smoke ghost shadow suddenly appearing in front—a normal person would likely be scared into panicked screams.
However, Arthur at this moment was both shocked and overjoyed.
Before the black smoke could completely engulf him, he shouted loudly, "Specter! Is that you? It's Arthur! I'm back!"
The black smoke, which had been rolling like stormy waves just a moment before, abruptly froze upon hearing this sentence.
Specter...
This rustic, down-to-earth nickname... he hadn't heard anyone call him that for two hundred years...
In a daze, the rain was still the same rain, yet time seemed to have rewound to over two hundred years ago.
Back then, Gengar was still just a mischievous Gastly, living in the countryside of the human world, drifting through fields and villages all day, finding shady spots to sleep during the day, occasionally scaring people at night, his life filled with endless joy.
Until one night, also a rainy night, a young boy came to help the villagers exorcise a ghost.
Gastly quietly hid in the person's shadow, wanting to find an opportunity to startle him.
Exorcise a ghost? Exorcise this great lord? Just based on this human brat, is he even worthy?
However, who would have thought that when he smugly drilled out from a lightless corner, the person was actually waiting composedly and grabbed him with one hand!
When Gastly attack, they must materialize; at this time, even humans can effortlessly grasp hold of them.
The result afterward was as one can well imagine...
The conceited little Gastly didn't even have a chance to turn back into mist before he was given a violent beating.
Finished, that young boy plainly told him, "Since you like hiding in shadows so much, I'll just call you Specter, right."
"You're very weak. Want to become stronger? I'll teach you."
At that time, the young boy's voice was exactly the same as the one before him now.
Because back then, that young boy had also said—
"My name is Arthur."
Yes, his master was named Arthur!
This matter, even if another two hundred years passed, Specter also not forget!
Will never forget!
(End of Chapter)
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