After all, the Divine Land Alliance had relevant records of these matters as well.
With the power of Pokémon combined with technology, the major Pokémon Leagues had basically found ways to bring down the meteors around Blue Star.
Some were used for research, while others were used as resources to cultivate specific Pokémon. These things were scarce commodities now.
Su Hao suspected that if this continued, a starving Rayquaza would go back to prey on those Minior born in the stratosphere and living in the ozone layer.
Though they did not contain as much of the energy Rayquaza needed as natural meteors did, they could at least ease its urgent hunger.
Rayquaza would peel off the shells attached to Minior's cores like cracking sunflower seeds. It did not eat the cores, only the shells.
Su Hao could only mourn for 1.3 seconds for those Minior whose peaceful lives were gone forever.
White Eagle Alliance, White House.
With a bang, the conference room doors were shoved open.
Inside the conference room, the high-ranking leaders of the White Eagle Alliance looked toward the hurried newcomer. Rather than taking offense at his rudeness, they immediately asked, "Well? Did you catch up to them?"
David Carlisle found an empty seat and sat down. The expression on his sharply defined, mature face changed several times before he gritted his teeth and said, "No. They got away."
The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of those who had been discussing whether to pay the price to summon one of The Forces of Nature to deal with the situation changed.
Someone from the faction hostile to David Carlisle's supporters could not help saying, "You were given priority to comprehend that Feather of the Lightning God. How did you let them get away? Could it