Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Chapter 55 - Candle Fire Spirit

"Arceus, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

Emerson asked Arceus in his mind.

"I just discovered that your elf this time is actually him.

However, whatever explanation you and I want is up to you to decide."

Arceus sounded a little emotional, but he said that he would not bear the blame!

"Okay, then you should tell me, who is it that even birth is such a big battle?"

Emerson was yelled back by him, but he had nothing to say. This was really what he asked for.

"Candlelight Spirit."

Arceus had no ink this time and gave the answer happily.

"..."

Emerson was silent for a while before speaking in an inexplicable tone.

"The candle spirit that burns the trainer's life to successfully evolve?"

"That's right."

"Arceus, if I die, can you still live?"

Emerson asked dully.

"The power of the contract will allow you and me to live and die together."

When mentioning this, Arceus' tone was not very good. He was obviously thinking of a certain contract that made him very unhappy.

"In this situation, tell me what to do."

In this case, Emerson felt relieved.

Anyway, Arceus won't let him die, so the Candlelight Spirit can just let him find a way.

"Don't worry, you who signed a contract with me will not have your life force sucked away by the candle spirit."

Seeing that he looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Arceus said angrily.

"Then I'm relieved, but how will the candlelight spirit evolve?"

Emerson, who was relieved, had new questions.

If the Candlefire Spirit cannot evolve, his strength will undoubtedly be reduced a lot.

"Just because I can't absorb your life force doesn't mean I can't absorb other people's."

Arceus replied quietly, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

He is the person other than Emerson himself who hopes that he can improve his strength the most.

Only when Emerson's strength improves can their plan be realized faster.

For this reason, Arceus is somewhat unscrupulous.

Emerson understands what Arceus means.

If the Candlelight Spirit is allowed to absorb life force arbitrarily, he will reach his peak very quickly.

The elf at its peak strength is enough to support Emerson's actions.

But in that case, the price paid will be human life.

Emerson ultimately rejected Arceus' proposal.

Again, although he is not a good person, he still has a bottom line.

The next thing Emerson has to do is to wait patiently for the hatching of the Candlelight Spirit.

However, before that, he had to do one more thing.

Thinking about it, he dialed Aning's phone number.

"Emerson, how are you?"

As soon as the call was connected, Aning's concerned voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine, but there's something I need you to do for me."

Emerson felt a little warm in his heart, but he still did not forget the business.

"you say."

"Go find the bulls immediately and drive them all to the slaughterhouse."

"good."

After hearing his request, Aning immediately agreed.

Without saying anything else, Aning hung up the phone and began to prepare the edible bull for Emerson.

Emerson needs the Bulls for his own reasons.

Although there is still no shortage of blood energy now, he has to prepare in advance.

The bull contains the most blood among the slaughtered creatures. Once the blood required by the Candlefire Spirit is not enough, the bull is the best supplement.

"How's it going? What happened?"

Just when Aning was about to contact the surrounding ranches, Wilson and Mad Dog's convoy arrived at the same time.

Wilson asked hurriedly as soon as he got out of the car.

"Quick, contact the nearest ranch where you can buy bulls immediately!"

Aning, who just suddenly discovered that he had no resources in this area, immediately spoke after seeing Wilson.

Wilson didn't get an answer, but he saw from Aning's expression that this request must have something to do with Emerson.

He turned to look at old Jack beside Aning.

"Old Jack, tell them to bring the bulls over."

In fact, Aning was looking far away from the near. She didn't have the resources in this area, so why would Wilson have them?

Old Jack was listening on the sidelines, and at this time he roughly understood what they needed.

He nodded and started calling the ranch.

"Aning, tell me who to do it with!"

Mad Dog held a light machine gun in his hand and approached Aning.

"There is no need to fight, you arrange for the brothers to stay around."

Aning asked them to come because he didn't understand the situation just now, and he didn't have time to explain it at this time.

"Boring!"

The smile on Mad Dog's face suddenly disappeared, and he leaned sadly against the car beside him.

He thought he could have a good fight, but he didn't expect to be here guarding him.

Aning could only see the slaughterhouse in front of him, but Wilson took a closer look at the mad dog.

It must be said that Mad Dog's behavior is very much in line with Wilson's taste.

If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Wilson would have planned to poach someone.

Old Jack had a wide network of contacts, and it didn't take long for vehicles to arrive here one after another, each one filled with bulls.

None of the delivery people dared to say anything. They just drove the cow out of the car and ran away.

The total number of people brought by Wilson and Mad Dog totaled more than a hundred, and they were all guarding the area with guns.

Ordinary people will be afraid when they see it.

Fortunately, the slaughterhouse is located in an extremely remote location due to the smell.

Otherwise, someone would have called the police by now.

As the bulls were driven into the slaughterhouse one by one, Aning visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

After fulfilling Emerson's request, the next thing she could do was wait patiently.

Emerson's preparations were not unnecessary. The blood of the animals in the slaughterhouse was indeed not enough for the Denghuo Spirit to absorb.

The bulls that entered the slaughterhouse lost consciousness one by one, and finally lay quietly on the ground, reduced to the flesh and blood of the lamp spirit.

Time passed little by little until night fell.

Deng Huo Ling's elf egg gradually stopped absorbing blood energy.

A series of imperceptible cracks appeared on the eggshell.

If Emerson hadn't been staring closely at him, he would have subconsciously ignored it.

There are more and more cracks and they are getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, a piece of the eggshell collapsed, seemingly causing a chain reaction.

Pieces of eggshells fell one after another, and the entire extremely hard shell turned into pieces.

The first thing that caught Emerson's eyes was a faint white light.

Just like a candle fluttering in the wind, it may be extinguished at any time.

With a body as thick as two candles and arms as thick as matchsticks, it's not easy to spot if you don't look carefully.

The full picture of Zhuhuo Ling officially appeared in front of Emerson.

Zhuhuoling's name is very vivid. At first glance, he looks like a half-burned candle.