AWB Chapter 753 Join Us
Chapter 753 Join Us
The Pokémon had a red face and clear, intelligent eyes.
He was quietly watching the plane frozen below, his gaze neither hostile nor friendly, but simply one of calm observation.
That's right—Latias.
A legendary Pokémon of the Dragon and Psychic types, one of the Infinite Pokémon, and known as the aerial Pokémon of Latias.
The woman with the blue chaotic mask standing beside it, wearing a white cloak, was clearly another deity.
Unlike any of those who have appeared in the Temple of Creation before.
Her appearance was without the presence of poisonous fog, thunderclouds, or meteorites.
She simply hovered there silently, while Latias unfurled a thin, gossamer-like energy shield, enveloping her entirely within it.
That protective shield isolated all energy detection and any possible surprise attack—it was a pure and ultimate defensive posture.
They're not here to kill anyone.
At least, it doesn't seem like it!
But Zhang Heng will not relax his guard in the slightest because of the other party's "friendly attitude".
The moment the plane was stopped, the "Zhang Heng" in his seat began to slowly deform.
That upright posture, solemn expression, body firmly bound by blue energy—like a finely sculpted wax figure, gradually melting and reshaping under high temperature.
Deep purple skin spilled out from the collar and cuffs, and a rounded figure replaced her original slenderness.
That enormous mouth that stretches to its ears and that perpetually sly smile are the defining characteristics of Shiny Gengar.
"Hehe...heh?"
Gengar first let out its signature wicked laugh, its eyes darting around as it tried to break free of the psychic shackles binding it.
However, its smile froze the next second.
—Unable to break free.
That blue energy wasn't a brute-force lock, but rather, like a living thing, it adjusted its force and angle as the creature struggled.
Gengar used its Ghost-type resistance to Psychic abilities, even employing some of its Shadow power in an attempt to penetrate, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea, failing to even create a ripple.
"Heh...heh heh?"
Its laughter went from smug to tentative, and then from tentative to embarrassed.
The way his expression shifted on that dark purple face was so rich, it was like a face-changing performance by an Oscar-winning actor.
It glanced furtively at the white figure and the red Pokémon outside the window, then shrank back guiltily.
And even higher up above the special plane—
About thirty meters directly in front of the divine being, the space also began to ripple.
But the ripples were different from the elegance of Latias's arrival; they were sharper, like a blade slicing through silk.
A deep rift was forcibly torn open, its edges shimmering with unstable indigo dragon energy and silver-purple ghost-type ripples.
The long, slender, light blue-gray body of the dragon, Doronbaluto, was the first to emerge from the crevice.
Its posture was full of aggression, and the launch ports on both sides of its head had been condensed with dragon-type energy to the extreme, and its body was radiating the same divine radiance as that of the Hades Dragon Knight Radina.
Those deep, dark eyes were fixed on Latias ahead, and a low, threatening growl escaped from his throat.
"Gurgle... here."
Immediately following, a figure stepped out of the rift.
The night wind suddenly became noisy at this moment.
Zhang Heng wore a white overcoat, the hem of which fluttered in the fierce wind high in the sky like a battle flag.
With his hands in his pockets, he appeared as relaxed as if he were strolling in his own backyard rather than facing a formidable foe at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
His gaze was calm to the point of being cold, sweeping from the blue-masked god to Latias beside her, and finally settling back on the chaotic mask.
There was no fear, no anger, not even a ripple in his eyes.
It's like examining a breathing corpse that can be harvested at any time.
Dog skin plaster.
These four words rolled on his tongue, finally transforming into cold syllables that squeezed out from between his lips and teeth:
"You guys are really... like a persistent ghost."
His voice was not loud, it could even be described as very soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears in the howling wind, carrying a suppressed killing intent that was about to burst forth.
"but--"
He paused for a moment.
"Since you're here, why not stay?"
The moment he finished speaking, Zhang Heng's aura began to surge at a visible speed!
It wasn't just simple anger, nor was it a deliberate demonstration; it was a torrent that had been suppressed for a long time and finally found an outlet.
His superhuman strength was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, suddenly awakening at this moment.
A surge of immense spiritual power erupted from every pore of his body, engaging in an invisible struggle with the night sky, which was imbued with super-energy!
Almost simultaneously—
The Dragon Slab and Water Drop Slab in his backpack seemed to sense Zhang Heng's determination to fight to the death, and at the same time burst out with dazzling light!
Indigo.
Azure.
Two streams of energy, different in color and with different properties, but both originating from the beginning of the world, transformed into two pillars of light that shot into the sky and floated side by side in front of him!
On the surface of the Dragon Slab, ancient dragon patterns move as if alive, emitting a deep and majestic dragon roar.
Inside the water-drip stone slab, a vast expanse of waves silently surges, emanating a deep and distant sound of tides.
Two stone slabs, two divine authorities, stood before Zhang Heng, one on the left and one on the right, like two gateways to different worlds, slowly unleashing their power.
The blue super-powered domain that Latias had originally created visibly trembled at this moment.
Then, a soft laugh broke the tense silence.
"Hehehe..."
The laughter was as clear as silver bells and as melodious as a nightingale's song, carrying undisguised surprise and admiration.
It is neither mockery nor contempt, but a kind of heartfelt joy—like discovering a treasure.
Behind the blue chaotic mask, those unseen eyes were now staring intently at Zhang Heng without any attempt to hide their gaze.
He stared at the two stone slabs in front of him.
I stared at that young yet cold face.
"A young man..."
Her voice was like an icy spring flowing over jade, clear and cool with a hint of soft laughter.
"You really are... a pleasant surprise."
She tilted her head slightly, her posture almost innocent, as if she were not facing a life-or-death confrontation, but rather admiring a favorite piece of art at an afternoon tea party.
"You possess two divine tablets; that's truly astonishing."
She paused, her white cloak swaying gently in the wind, outlining even more graceful curves.
"But I have not come here today to fight you to the death."
She took a step forward, her toes touching the floating blue halo, as if stepping on an invisible lotus.
Latias gently flapped its wings beside her, and the pulse of the triangular emblem on its chest gradually synchronized with its master's heartbeat.
"on the contrary--"
Her voice carried a hint of seriousness, a hint of solemnity, and a hint of...expectation.
"I would like to ask you to turn hostility into friendship."
She raised her hand, a slender, fair hand encased in a pure white glove, facing Zhang Heng with her palm up, as if awaiting a handshake.
"Join our Temple of Creation."
"Those who are favored by divine power should guide this world toward its true end."