Pokémon Invasion Marvel

"..."

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

"The Candle Spirit that burns the trainer's life to evolve successfully?"

"Yes."

"Arzeus, is it possible that I am dead and you can still live?"

Emerson asked sullenly.

"The power of the contract will make you and I live and die together."

When mentioning this, Arceus' tone was not very good, obviously he remembered a certain contract that made him very uncomfortable.

"In this situation, what do you say?"

In this case, Emerson felt relieved.

Anyway, Arceus won't let himself die, so let him figure out a way for the candle spirit.

"Don't worry, you who signed the contract with me will not be absorbed by the candle spirit."

Seeing his look like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Arceus said angrily.

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

The relieved Emerson had a new question.

If Candle Spirit cannot evolve, his strength will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

"Not being able to absorb your life force doesn't mean you can't absorb other people's."

Arceus replied faintly, with a hint of bewitchment in his tone.

Apart from Emerson himself, he is the one who most hopes that he can improve his strength.

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

For this reason, Arceus was unscrupulous.

Emerson understood what Arceus meant.

If Candle Fire Spirit absorbs life force wantonly, then he will reach the peak soon.

An elf with peak strength is enough to support Emerson's actions.

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

Emerson eventually 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 for the hatching of the candle spirit.

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

Thinking, he dialed Aning's phone.

"How are you, Emerson?"

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

"I'm fine, but there is one thing I need you to do for me."

Emerson's heart warmed slightly, but he still didn't forget the business.

"You said."

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

"it is good."

After hearing his request, Aning immediately opened his mouth and agreed.

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

Emerson needs the Bulls for his reasons.

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

Bulls contain the most blood energy among the slaughtered creatures. Once the blood energy needed by the candle spirit is not enough, the bull is the best supplement.

"How's the situation, what happened?"

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

Wilson asked hurriedly as he got out of the car.

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

Aning, who just suddenly realized that he didn't have the resources in this area, immediately spoke after seeing Wilson.

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

He turned his head to look at Old Jack beside Aning.

"Old Jack, tell them to send all the bulls."

In fact, Aning was looking for something far away. She didn't have the resources in this area, so why would Wilson have one.

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

Nodding his head, he started calling the ranch.

"Ah Ning, tell me, who are you doing?"

Mad Dog held a light machine gun in his hand, and approached Ah Ning.

"There is no need to fight, you arrange brothers to guard around."

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

"It's boring!"

The smile on Mad Dog's face disappeared all of a sudden, and he leaned mournfully against the car beside him.

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

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

It has to be said that Mad Dog's behavior style fits Wilson's taste very well.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Wilson would have planned to poach the wall.

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

None of the delivery people dared to speak, they just drove the cows off the cart and fled quickly.

The people brought by Wilson and Mad Dog added up to more than 100 people, all holding guns and guarding the surrounding area.

Ordinary people are not afraid when they see it.

Fortunately, the location of the slaughterhouse was extremely remote because of the smell.

Otherwise, someone would have called the police long ago.

As the bulls were driven into the slaughterhouse one by one, Aning was obviously relieved.

After completing Emerson's request, the next thing she can do is to wait patiently.

Emerson's preparations were not superfluous. The blood of the animals in the slaughterhouse itself was indeed not enough for the lamp spirit to absorb.

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

Time passed little by little until night fell.

The lamp spirit's elf egg gradually stopped absorbing blood energy.

A series of imperceptible cracks appeared on the eggshell.

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

The cracks are getting more and more, and they are starting to get bigger.

Finally, a piece of the eggshell collapsed, as if setting off a chain reaction.

Pieces of eggshells fell one after another, and the entire incomparably hard shell body became pieces.

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

It was like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Two candle-thick bodies and matchstick-like arms are not easy to spot if you don't look carefully.

The whole picture of the candle spirit officially appeared in front of Emerson.

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

The size is only half the size of Emerson's palm, and it looks very pocket-sized.

However, Emerson didn't mean to underestimate him in the slightest.

He clearly knew how terrifying power was hidden in this small body.

"Candle Fire Spirit, please give me advice for the rest of my life!"

Emerson stood up straight, and solemnly stretched out a hand towards the Candle Spirit.

"spirit!"

Because Candle Spirit signed a contract with Emerson when he was in the egg, he was very close to him.

He also stretched out his little arm and touched Emerson's finger.

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Emerson, who got the reply, had a smile on his face.

He carefully held the Candle Fire Spirit to his shoulder, and whispered to him.

"We should go out, people outside have been waiting for a long time."

"spirit!"

Emerson left with Candle Spirit. On the way out, he saw the cow carcasses piled up on the ground of the first floor.

Can't help but have a deeper understanding of the power of the candle spirit.

The room he was in just now couldn't see the door because of the orientation.

Therefore, it was only at this time that he knew how much blood was consumed in the birth of the candle spirit.

Walking out of the gate of the slaughterhouse, Emerson saw Aning who was looking forward to it.

But after Aning ran to him, Emerson refused her approach.

The candle spirit has just been born and cannot fully control itself.

If Aning gets too close to him, he cannot avoid being sucked out of his vitality.

Now Emerson, it can be said that strangers should not get close.

After getting his signal, Aning took the initiative to retreat a little distance before looking at him suspiciously.

Emerson explained the reason with a wry smile, pointing to the Candle Spirit on his shoulder.

"What happened just now was all because of the birth of this little guy."

"spirit!"

As soon as Emerson finished speaking, Candle Spirit's dissatisfied voice sounded, apparently dissatisfied with Emerson's words about him.

"Do not blame you."

Emerson quickly touched his little flame to comfort him.

The candle fire spirit's fireworks, for others, is the hell that kills their lives.

But for Emerson, there is no harm, so he can touch it at will.

The newly born Candle Fire Spirit still had the heart of a child, and he became happy after being comforted a little.

"Spirit! Spirit!"

Although Wilson and Aning were a little surprised by the Candle Spirit, they could still accept it.

But Mad Dog and the others were full of inconceivable eyes.