Weavile is actually quite bored right now.
As a Pokémon with an energy level of 100 and the supreme ruler of his species, he has little desire to fight these humans and their Pokémon.
He casually pushes away the Electro Balls thrown at him and takes a step or two forward.
He has his own pace, and these Pokémon and humans simply cannot stop him. Moreover, when he broke through the first line of defense, the humans' formation completely fell apart.
It can only be said that they are simply too fragile.
Weavile looks at the Pokémon in front of him, their eyes filled with malice and anger as they try to block his path, and feels a sense of sadness. To be honest, he can understand the Pokémon's situation.
They had been raised by humans from a young age, spending more time with humans than many of their own kind. Moreover, they had no real sense of community; their trainers' teams had replaced the concept of a group, becoming their new collective. Furthermore, the vast majority of humans treated Pokémon with respect.
Under such circumstances, what reason did they have not to help their trainers? Was it simply because of so-called bloodlines and racial consciousness?
Such things need to be cultivated, don't they? There is no love without reason, nor hatred without cause. The appearance of an enemy disrupts their normal rhythm of life and doesn't bring them any benefits—that alone is an unpopular point.
Weavile effortlessly knocked a Kabuto flying toward him far away, then shook its head.
Though it could understand, watching humans make its own kind attack it was still unsettling…
Especially when there was even another Weavile among the group attacking it…
As the natural leader of its entire species, Weavile felt a pang of sadness.
But upon reflection… it heard that several other leaders were now partners with human trainers, so it felt a bit relieved… Perhaps the next challenger for the tribal leader position would come alongside a human trainer?
Who could predict the future?
Thinking this, Weavile lifted his head slightly, unleashing a blast of icy wind that blew away the humans and Pokémon in front of him, then continued strolling leisurely toward his destination. Directly ahead of him was the human command center for this war. That was his target.
Once that was captured, the Pokémon could relax a bit and proceed with the siege with minimal losses.
After all, while the Pokémon who had joined them in this rebellion seemed numerous, they were still a minority within each species.
Every bit of combat power was precious.
However, just as he was gathering his resolve to continue forward, a human girl and a peculiar Serperior blocked his path.
He finally came to a halt.
He was drawn to the peculiar Serperior.
It wasn't because of its striking appearance, but because of the peculiar power emanating from it.
"Woo. (There is the power of a deity within you...)"
After saying this, Serperior furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with caution. She was well aware of the origin of the power within her. And the man before her was the first opponent to recognize that this power belonged to the gods.
More importantly, when facing this Weavile, she instinctively felt her body tense up, as if the sharp tip of a long sword had already touched her forehead.
However, the next moment, Weavile looked at Whitley beside her, and Serperior instinctively stood in front of Whitley.
"Little girl, there is also the scent of a deity on you, and not just one..."
What Weavile didn't say was that the special energy he sensed on Whitley was not just one deity... It was almost mixed into a single scent.
Roughly estimating, there were at least eight divine scents, if not ten...
Thinking about it, Rope was connected to so many divine beings, and these divine beings couldn't give Rope anything. So they found ways to bestow blessings on the little ones following Rope.
It was truly a blessing unique to divine beasts.
Not just Whitley, but even Diana has gotten her share. And when Cynthia and Daisy even went out of their way to bring them blessings.
It can only be said that the gods are simply too enthusiastic…
Whitley looked at the Weavile in front of her with caution, even a hint of surprise.
"You can speak?"
This situation wasn't just shocking to Whitley; the human trainers gathered around were also in a state of shock.
Compared to them, Whitley's reaction was still relatively calm. After all, she'd seen many Pokémon that could speak human language, like Hoopa and Mew…
Well, you can't really compare them...
"Human language is a bit harder to learn, but it's not that difficult for us Pokémon."
It's not that difficult, after all. They possess energy manipulation abilities, so creating human vocal organs for themselves using energy is a piece of cake.
As for learning ability... A Pokémon that can level up to 100 wouldn't lack such basic learning capabilities?
Ordinary Pokémon lack both the ability and the motivation. But they have the ability, and the long, stagnant years of their existence drive them to seek out anything that might bring them a little joy.
Human language and human stories are naturally excellent choices.
Many urban legends also feature Pokémon that can communicate with humans using human language. And among these, a small portion of the true cases were created by them.
"Are you demi-gods?"
Whitley suddenly recalled what Rope had told him about this group of Pokémon. They had truly trained themselves to the pinnacle of their species. Each species can only have one hundred-level demigod.
"That's how humans refer to us, as far as I recall."
Weavile nodded without hesitation.
Among the onlookers, a large portion couldn't understand what this meant, so they could only look at each other in confusion.
However, a few who knew part of the truth instantly broke out in a cold sweat...
Damn it, these are demigods... The Pokémon levels corresponding to legendary trainers...
Can this group of amateurs handle this?
"Why are you participating in this battle?"
Whitley couldn't understand it. After all, demigods were of a higher status. Why would they suddenly participate in this battle?
Weavile remained silent for a moment.
"War. Of course, it's to take certain things into our own hands."
"If heaven won't give it to us, then we'll take it ourselves."