Zeraora, Become My Partner!

Ruined walls and shattered buildings, dust filling the sky—the once-prosperous Mahalo City was now shrouded in the shadow of war.

That was right. Guzzlord's appearance had forcibly elevated battles between Pokémon to the level of warfare.

If no one stopped it, this thing was a soulless war machine. Driven by its most primitive gluttonous urges, it would devour everything in sight before continuing to eat.

Arceus must not have put much thought into creating it, because there was only one line of code driving it—

Eating was for survival, and survival was for eating more. That was the meaning of Guzzlord's existence.

This Guzzlord had gone a full three minutes without eating. Throughout its entire "dragon life," it had rarely suffered such hunger.

The unbearable hunger left it with only one thought—

I'm gonna fucking eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!

No one could stop it from eating!

Several bug-like nuisances were effortlessly dealt with by attacks casually thrown out by Guzzlord. Feeling pleased, it strode resolutely toward the buildings.

But just as it took a step, a tiny familiar figure flashed before its eyes again.

Guzzlord laughed wildly. So it was another bug that it had just driven back. Though it had indeed caused it a little insignificant trouble before, a bug was still a bug.

Let this ridiculous farce end here!

Deep purple energy reeking of stench flowed over its body. Guzzlord suddenly shuddered, and the thick, highly corrosive Toxic energy erupted all at once like a volcanic eruption.

Sludge Wave!

No, judging by its form, Sludge Ocean would have been a more fitting name. The stench was so overwhelming that even Xia Chen, hundreds of meters away, felt like retching.

For a cleanliness-loving Zeraora, this might have been an even harder move to deal with than Arceus's