Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

He was not clear about the attributes of the giant in front of him, but based on his rich practical experience and theoretical foundation, Oki Yukijo could roughly deduce something from its appearance and gait.

It was not an earthquake guided by gravity; the soil itself trembled in response to His breath, and the dragon-shaped wings also laid the foundation for the existence of a second attribute.

and so--

"Dragonite, Ice Beam!"

Just as he had expected, when the surging ice particles transformed into sharp spears and struck the former's body, Zygard visibly wavered.

However, although this attack was both restraining and effective, it could not cause too much damage. The difference in size made up for the difference in attributes, and made the opponent lower his gaze and turn to look at the subtle old man.

The legend of the lost soul is devoid of any speculation or consideration; driven by its vengeful nature, it swung its massive arm, shattering even the clouds in the process.

"Super speed."

Lowering its head and crouching on the back of the dragon, the former narrowly avoided a direct hit as the air currents surged, dodging and weaving past the dragon's arms and legs.

But this was only the initial attack. Before they could catch their breath, several rocky peaks pierced through the trees and rose from the ground, as if to cut down the troublesome dragon beast in the sky.

Sharp Stone Attack.

Undeterred by the surging mountains below, Ōmura Yukishige narrowed his pupils and spoke with unwavering resolve.

That was absolute trust in his long-time partner.

"Smash them with your dragon claws!"

Transforming into an arc of light, it reached straight to the dome, then, with the force of the heavens, swung its claws again. The towering rock peaks could not withstand this concentrated technique. But when the dust settled, Dragonite was already standing on Zygarde's face, and it flapped its wings to unleash a biting cold wind.

snowstorm.

"Roar!"

Severely wounded, its angry roar immediately resounded throughout the vast天地 (heaven and earth), and even the clouds spontaneously avoided it, fleeing from the vicinity of this ancient god.

Raising its wings on its back and twisting them into deep, dark muzzles, countless arrows made of rocks instantly blanket the sky, covering every corner of the field of vision—an attack that cannot be avoided.

"Hold on!"

With its keen reflexes, Dragonite raised its arms in advance to block at vital points, and channeled its energy to create a transparent barrier.

However, the power of the gods easily shattered the defensive posture.

The sturdy dragon beast plummeted rapidly, only manipulating the air currents as it approached the ground to glide and reduce the impact, thus stabilizing its body.

"Uh."

Suppressing the pain in his limbs, even though he was still conscious, most of the scales had shattered, revealing the flesh beneath his skin.

Without stopping, Zigeld stomped on the earth, piling up rocks, determined to crush this troublesome mayfly.

Rockfall.

It is difficult to rebuild a defense in a short period of time. Even if the former champion has trained his old partners to be strong enough, when facing legendary Pokémon, this power is still lacking.

Fortunately, he was not alone on this trip.

"Gardevoir, Teleport."

With her long, flowing green braids, the Queen of the Underworld used her teleportation ability to quickly move the old man and Dragonite to an open, flat area.

"Mr. Oki, I will add my meager strength."

Karune had taken in everything that had just happened. She knew she couldn't fight Zygarde head-on, but Gardevoir's psychic powers could lubricate the transitions between attacks and prevent any openings.

"Alright, I'll leave my back to you, Champion Karuni."

They agreed in a deep voice; there was no time to hesitate. They had to stop the former here.

Perhaps they were a little unfamiliar with each other at first, but their championship experience allowed them to quickly adapt to their respective rhythms, and as time went by, their cooperation in offense and defense became more and more tacit.

With one side suffering and the other coming to their rescue, Zygarde is simply unable to defeat the two working together in the short term, and there are even signs that he will be led by the nose by them.

However, delay is ultimately just a hindrance, not a way to completely solve the problem. When the arms and legs collapse in the new town, the fruits of human labor will inevitably collapse and be destroyed again.

Even despair cannot describe the feelings people have when they see this scene from their window.

The champions' offensive was like waves, but it only created ripples on the surface of the ocean, never managing to harm the giant's core.

Until, in the distant forest, several beams of light were drawn again, conforming to the rhomboid membrane, transforming from clustered together to form a similar body.

Active within the confines of mountains and rivers, vast beyond all imagination, that too is a god of order, Zygarde.

"How could that be? Did He also come to judge humanity?"

Disheartened, frustrated, and hopeless, just one giant was enough to keep the league busy. It's hard to imagine what kind of desperate situation Carlos would be in if another giant arrived.

"No, He is different from the former."

Perhaps they are similar in shape, but the decaying cracks and gray-black coloration symbolize their differences.

Looking again at the giant standing on the earth, Professor Oak read complex emotions in those eyes—a combination of anger, sorrow, and self-reproach.

Unlike weapons that have lost their consciousness and become mere puppets, this is the true form of the God of Order.

Just as the old man had thought, once they faced off, the two similar deities discarded all the complexities and ignored the mess beneath them, focusing their attention solely on each other.

It's not just about eye contact; the cells within them are constantly separating and reuniting, as if struggling with the differences in consciousness, as if vying for ownership of their offspring.

Under such a confrontation, even its enormous form became unstable, wavering between the venomous snake and the giant.

"Zygarde."

Rather than passively waiting, the girl far away in the forest preferred to take the initiative and seize all possibilities in her own hands, by invoking the name of the gods.

"kindness......"

With a deep and resolute acceptance, Zygarde revealed his innermost thoughts and entrusted his consciousness to him.

[No need to worry, just do what you want, and I will agree and follow.]

The words were invisible, yet they transformed into sound waves that reverberated throughout heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.

When an ecosystem is on the verge of collapse, Zygarde will descend upon the world to prevent the disaster from continuing, even if he himself is the true culprit behind the current turmoil.

Just as the former had imagined, the other controlled form also raised its arms and legs, spread its wings, and spewed out deep energy.

Dragon's Pulse.

[Give the order, messenger of the white dragon, just as a trainer guides a Pokémon.]

Without a moment's hesitation, Nan Yin felt indebted to Xernias and also cherished the land of Carlos. It was because of its existence that she was able to meet so many lovely children and have her current family and inexhaustible confidence.

and so--

Coiled up.

With their minds in sync, in an instant, the hundred-foot giant disintegrated into countless molecules.

The dragon-shaped wave passed through his body, but failed to harm Zygarde at all.

This is not a method of application found in the original work; the girl simply came up with this offensive and defensive strategy spontaneously by synthesizing the essence of the God of Order.

Since it is composed of a core and cells, breaking it down into smaller parts before being hit, and only allowing a small portion to be severely damaged, can greatly reduce the damage.

They either evade the attack or regroup, maneuvering between near and far.

With her telekinetic powers, Nan Yin's senses are refined to the point of being able to perceive every single cell. With each cluster transformation, she can allocate the position of the damaged cells according to her memory, using the intact parts as skin to bisect the progression of the attack. This is a combat tactic that only she can perform.

However, when the opponent's offensive ends, it will be time for her to counterattack.

Raising its arms and drawing upon the power of the earth's veins, the dark machine had already traversed thousands of miles, its core reorganized into a fully formed form, and appeared before the puppet.

The swing of the arm was a devastating blow that shattered the armor.

100,000 horsepower.

Slow to react, the form, entirely controlled by instinct, had no time to put up any resistance before being swept away by this immense force.

Unable to maintain its footing, the cells within it also separated from the crowd. The former staggered back several steps, unaware that the following offensive was already close to its forehead.

Shaping his arms and legs into a hammer shape, Zigeld first broke his opponent's balance with an elbow strike, then shifted his left leg, pushed off the ground backward, and charged forward, followed by crushing his right leg, as if drawing a bowstring.

Using every ounce of strength in her body, the god of order entrusted the consciousness and the girl, allowing her to twist her shoulders and bend her waist like a driver, using her waist and abdomen to deliver this heavy punch from below.

With a resounding boom that shook the heavens and earth, the hammer-shaped giant fist slammed into the puppet's face, shattering its barely maintained form into pieces.

The power of the earth.

"Now is the time."

With all the sub-entities surrounding the core dissipating, now is the perfect opportunity—the opportunity to end everything.

Opening her eyes in sync with Zygarde, like a cold machine, Nan Yin coldly called out the final words of the curtain falling.

With wings spread, they shielded the scorching sun. Before anyone knew it, the gods of order had gathered and transformed, standing high in the sky.

"Let's end this fight."

Its long, drooping tail transformed into a turbine resembling a white dragon, swooping down from the clouds, stretching out an arc of light, and tearing out a tail flame shaped like a shooting star.

With no chance of resistance, the puppet, now transformed into a serpentine form, could only helplessly allow its opponent to slice through the sky with all its might.

bang——

The reconstructed body shattered, and at the same moment, the Zygarde deliberately dispersed, regrouping at a high altitude.

The breastplate was no longer tightly closed; an iridescent light swirled within it, as if boundless power was accumulating.

"core--"

With a slight parting of her lips, the chestnut-haired girl uttered the final words, one by one.

It was a blow to the established order, and also a blow that separated life and death.

With his arms swinging back, Zygarde braced himself, and the twilight clouds seemed to lose all their color at that moment, with a rainbow piercing the sky and the boundary between victory and defeat.

With vibrant colors as its brush and the earth as its canvas, only the Z-shaped imprint is etched into the land, while the drooping giant serpent vanishes, leaving all its offspring to exist in the heavens.

"The Punisher!"

Chapter 99: The Incident Ends and Diancie's Unresolved Feelings

The battle of the giants ended completely with one side bowing its head, the god symbolizing order stood high in the sky, and the mindless weapons fell to the earth.

The stark contrast between the planarian and the organism, and the distinct difference in altitude, all explain to the world why this is the case.

"Hiss..."

Looking at the other core of its comrade, the tiny planarian showed no anger, only a slight nod, grateful for awakening itself and saving the world.

Similarly, without maintaining its enormous form, Zygarde instantly disintegrated, scattering its thousands of sub-bodies and vanishing as countless shooting stars.

When this arc of light fades, it signifies that the world has returned to peace and the ecosystem has once again reached balance.

[The final weapon shuts down completely, and Zygarde departs as well. To reiterate, the torrential rain and earthquakes gradually cease, and the signal, disrupted by celestial phenomena, will soon be restored...]

The radio crackled and hissed. In the dimly lit shelter, people looked up at the clear blue sky and at the town that had been revitalized after the disaster. They were filled with joy, yet still lingering fear. They reflected deeply on their past mistakes.

Man-made disasters have devastated homes and served as a warning, much like natural disasters in ancient times that served as a wake-up call for emperors.

A commotion spread through the crowd, cheers began in small increments and gradually grew louder, and tears even fell into the mud, their faces filled with joy and emotion.

Natural disasters are merciless, but people are compassionate. They find courage in the face of adversity and see the dawn of hope again.

"Signal has arrived!"

"The holographic projection has returned to normal!"

Holding their breath, the people of Yaoxiang Town looked up one after another, focusing on the image projected onto the screen.

Above that is a low-altitude satellite connected to the Miare City emergency radio station.

The colossal bodies of giants and the solemn clash of weapons and gods are no longer visible in the world. The only things that can be seen are the streaks of shooting stars that seem to tilt down to the earth, and the slender figures that slowly fall amidst the dazzling spectacle, their fingers outstretched, as if holding something in their hands.

"she is?"

"I don't know, the image is too blurry, but standing on the battlefield, she must be a brave trainer and a hero who devoted herself to Carlos."

Sighs continued, the commotion was difficult to quell, and everyone stared intently at the screen, yet until the very end, they couldn't see the person's true form, only catching a glimpse of color—

A touch of pure white.