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Chapter 690 A Utterly Devastating Defeat! The Bitter Fruit of Overestimating One's Abilities! Giratina Forced to Emerge from its Cocoon, Losing the Ocean

A purplish-black waterspout rose from the sea.

With a diameter exceeding two hundred meters and a height piercing through the clouds, the tornado contained shredded reef fragments and entire marine Pokémon caught within it. Corrosive acid rain lashed out from the tornado's edges, exploding into smoking black craters on the sea surface.

The warship's backup shields emitted a piercing overload alarm.

"Generator No. 3 is burned out! Shield output has dropped to 37 percent!" The chief engineer's voice was trembling.

"All personnel—" The captain's lips were pale, his voice hoarse, "All personnel, listen to my command. All units, activate emergency recorders to record the last moments." Ye Yinchuan's voice came through the communicator, calm beyond words, "Captain, you're not old enough to write a will. Full speed ahead, heading southeast. Don't look back."

"But you—"

"I told you, don't look back."

Communication was lost.

The captain gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the control panel.

"Full speed retreat! Head southeast!"

The warship roared as it turned, desperately trying to break through the thirty-meter-high walls of waves. The Blazing Roaring Tiger leaped onto the bow, its entire fiery belt transforming into a scorching barrier, fiercely resisting the oncoming corrosive acid rain. The Giant Rock Monster positioned itself horizontally on the ship's port side, using its body as a shield.

The warships sailed away.

Only Ye Yinchuan, Milotic, and Giratina remained at the core of the storm.

The live stream was still on. The drone, enveloped in an energy shield, was shaking violently in the gale, but the signal remained intact.

The comments section wasn't just flooded with messages; it was filled with screams.

Are you fucking crazy?!

Go back! Get on the ship! What are you doing here all alone?!

[Oh no, oh no, oh no, the streamer is going to die in the live stream!]

Ye Yinchuan stood on Milotic's back, the storm tearing his hair and clothes until they looked like a tattered flag.

He didn't read the comments.

He was looking at Lugia.

The data from the Insightful Eye kept updating rapidly. On Lugia's status panel, the words "Abnormal Energy" were jumping in milliseconds, with the value constantly soaring.

But Ye Yinchuan wasn't looking at the numbers.

It's that wound.

At the base of the left wing, a purplish-black shadow spread from the wound, already covering half of the wing surface. But the core of that shadow was only the size of a fist.

A malignant tumor.

Cut it off, and the sea god will live.

And in his hand, he happened to have the most perfect scalpel.

"Mildac, listen up." Ye Yinchuan's voice was very low, only Milotic could hear it, "I need you to take me to Lugia's left flank. One chance, get within ten meters."

Milotic let out a short dragon roar.

This is terrible. Lugia is attacking indiscriminately; the thirty-meter-high wave is merely the aftershock of its wing flap.

But Milotic did not hesitate.

"Walk!"

Milotic's tail exploded into a ring of water vapor, and its silvery-white body drew a crazy S-shaped trajectory amidst the surging waves.

A purplish-black beam of destructive light descended from the sky, striking the spot where they had been three seconds earlier. The seawater instantly vaporized, billowing into a cloud of scalding white mist.

The second beam of light followed immediately.

Milotic flipped sideways, its entire body almost brushing against the wave wall as it passed vertically. Ye Yinchuan gripped Milotic's neck fin tightly with one hand, while the other...

He held onto Giratina with his hands, his knees bent, and his center of gravity extremely low.

On the sea, a physical wall of storm pressure blocked the path of ascent.

That was the physical barrier created by Lugia's wings churning the atmosphere—the air was compressed to a near-flat solid state, making it impossible to approach its flight altitude from below.

Ye Yinchuan threw two Poké Balls in quick succession.

A red light shone forth.

The Greatsword Demon emerged from the waves, its two shell-shaped blades already drawn.

Two ghostly fish, one red and one white, leaped out of the water, their long whiskers fluttering in the gale. They exchanged a glance with the Emerald Greatsword Demon in the storm—no words were needed.

"Phantom-tailed Black Fish, Soul Barrier!"

The two strange fish simultaneously raised their heads, their tails ablaze with the soul energy. The crimson and pure white soul flames intertwined to form a semi-transparent mental barrier, forcefully blocking the mental pressure leaking from Lugia.

"Greatsword Demon—cleave it in two!"

The Greatsword Demon's pupils reflected the invisible wall of air pressure above its head. It took a deep breath and crossed its twin blades.

Dark purple water blades covered the surface of the shell blades.

Secret Sword: Thousand Waves.

It leaped. It spun one and a half times in the storm, its double blades slashing diagonally upwards.

"Clang!!"

Like tearing apart a block of solid ice, the air pressure wall was cleaved in two, creating a three-meter-wide rift that emitted a sharp whistling sound from both sides.

The passage has appeared.

Although the power of the Green Sword Demon, especially the Dark Tail Ghoul, is completely insufficient to directly confront a legendary Pokémon like Lugia, this level of capability is still achievable.

Ye Yinchuan turned his head to look at the warship that was being evacuated in the distance, where Snorlax was still standing on the deck.

Telepathic transmission.

"Kirby, please, flick me!"

Snorlax was worried, but Snorlax received it.

It slammed its paws on the ground, unleashing the power of super evolution.

The gravitational field didn't press downwards. Instead, it precisely distorted the direction of gravity on the sea surface beneath Milotic's feet, making it point upwards.

Milotic's body was launched out of the sea by an irresistible force, carrying Ye Yinchuan and Giratina, and soared into the sky like a silver cannonball along the passage cleaved open by the Greatsword Demon.

The wind is howling.

The sea is roaring.

Lugia's enormous form was thirty meters overhead. Half its body was swallowed by shadow, and its scarlet eyes were locked onto the ant that was trying to approach.

Its right wing rose.

Like a mountain collapsing.

The wings, crackling with purplish-black lightning, slammed downwards.

The air was compressed and exploded.

Ye Yinchuan's pupils reflected that overwhelming shadow.

But before he could speak.

The Giratina baby dragon in his arms broke free from his grasp.

It spread its wings.

Those wings that had just grown ten minutes ago, bestowed upon them by Lugia himself.

The dark red wing membrane stood upright in the gale, and the light of the antimatter core increased threefold.

"Hiss! Aaaaaah!!!"

The young dragon let out a roar, its tiny body charging straight up against the purplish-black lightning.

It did not confront the right wing head-on.

It bypassed it.

At an unbelievable angle, it clung to Lugia's chest and abdomen, flapping its wings to rapidly ascend, its target precisely at the base of the left wing.

That writhing, shadowy core.

Giratina took a bite.

[The Hunger of Reversal], unleashing full power.

The dark red suction force acted like a miniature black hole, tightly locking in the purplish-black shadow essence. The shadow energy struggled frantically, trying to pour into the young dragon's mouth and tear it apart from the inside.

The gray-black scales of Giratina began to bleed.

One drop. Two drops. A dozen drops.

The backlash from the shadows was extremely fierce. The young dragon's body began to tremble, its limbs spasmed, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its wing membranes.

It has no looseness.

[Damn, Giratina dares to lie on Poseidon and suck his blood? Isn't he afraid of blowing himself up?]

[What bloodsucking? This is clearly sucking—Pah! You can't say that!]

Although they are both mythical beasts, the difference in their strength is too great; it's dangerous!

Ye Yinchuan watched this scene without saying a word to stop it.

He closed his eyes.

He pushed the aura of heaven to its limit. His spiritual power transformed into a thin golden thread, shooting out from between his brows, passing through the gale and the torrential rain, connecting with Giratina, and then invading Lugia's spiritual sea through the wound bitten by the young dragon.

confusion.

Boundless chaos.

Lugia's spiritual world is a dark, deep sea, where shadows pollute every inch of water like ink.

But Ye Yinchuan found that corner.

He sent a piece of memory into it.

It's not his memory.

The scene was from ten minutes ago: Lugia lowered her head, gazing with her gentle eyes at a gray-black, crippled baby dragon, and then shed a silver-blue tear.

The lonely God bestowed a gift upon another lonely life.

The mind was shaken.

In the pitch-black depths of the sea, a wisp of eerie blue light rises from the very bottom.

Lugia's howl changed. From a furious roar, it became a painful yet clear-headed lament.

It stopped struggling.

In its scarlet eyes, a fierce battle raged between purplish-black and eerie blue. It clenched its massive beak, and its entire plumage trembled.

Then—it released the pressure.

They proactively lifted the blockade on the shadows.

Giratina sensed a sudden decrease in resistance. Its dark red pupils lit up sharply, and its antimatter core spun wildly.

Even so, the dark energy within Lugia is so vast and profound that what is revealed to the outside is only the tip of the iceberg.

And Giratina is about to reach its limit!

"That's enough!"

Ye Yinchuan was worried that the Ciladina would really burst from being stretched.

But it was still a bit late.

The young dragon opened its mouth and let out a final roar, then a layer of dark red light burst forth from its body.

The light enveloped it completely, condensing and contracting.

A dark red cocoon of light fell into the sea.

What's even more unpredictable is that—

The dark energy, instead of being cut off from extraction, surged even more fiercely, making a comeback, and the crimson in Lugia's eyes surged once more.

The dark red cocoon of light cleaved through the fierce wind and rain, crashing straight down into the black ocean below.

Lugia lost its last shred of clarity. Crimson completely consumed its deep eyes. Dark purple energy burst forth, surging wildly from the base of its left wing, instantly staining most of its body a desperate black.

"The roar of the dragon was devoid of any divine majesty, leaving only pure destructive desire. The gravity of the entire sea was completely disrupted at this moment. The thirty-meter-high waves were forcibly raised and pierced, turning into walls of water connecting heaven and earth, colliding and collapsing with each other."

"Milotic, take back that cocoon!"

Ye Yinchuan gripped Milotic's neck fin tightly, his voice breaking in the howling wind.

He couldn't watch Giratina sink into this out-of-control abyss. The little guy had only just grown wings, only just tasted the warmth of being accepted, and he couldn't let him perish like this.

"Sound!"

Milotic did not hesitate for a moment. Its silvery-white body twisted violently in the air, heading towards the hurricane powerful enough to tear steel, and plunged headlong into the turbulent sea below.

We were still fifty meters away from the dark red cocoon of light.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters!

Milotic extended its long tail, and water gathered at its tip to form a gentle vortex, attempting to lift the sinking cocoon of light.

In the blink of an eye.

Above the sky, Lugia waved his left wing, which was completely corrupted by shadow.

It wasn't aimed correctly. It was just a random, unconscious slap in a moment of frenzy.

A blow from the gods.

A purplish-black wind blade, condensed to its extreme and carrying the dark essence of destruction, cleaved through a fifty-meter-high water wall and headed straight for Milotic and Ye Yinchuan's location.

There's no escaping it.

The speed was too fast, and the coverage area was too large. The surrounding space was locked down by this terrifying energy.

"Water Circulation! Hold the line!"

Ye Yinchuan's eyes widened in anger, and his aura of heaven erupted without reservation, attempting to build a mental barrier in front of him.

Milotic let out a resolute cry. It abandoned the light cocoon that was so close at hand, and its massive body suddenly spiraled, tightly protecting Ye Yinchuan under the softest scales on its belly.

boom!

The Shadow Blade slashed fiercely into Milotic's back.

The protective shield couldn't even last a fraction of a second before it was instantly covered in cracks and shattered.

Blood, large swathes of blood, mixed with broken silvery-white scales, exploded in mid-air.

Milotic let out a painful scream as its massive body completely lost its balance and was slammed into the distant torrent by the terrifying impact.

"Milotic!"

Ye Yinchuan's internal organs were churning, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even with Milotic's physical body providing cushioning, the aftershocks of the shadowy attack that penetrated his body still severely injured him.

The icy seawater instantly engulfed them.

In the last second before being swept into the torrent, Ye Yinchuan stared intently through the churning white foam at the spot where the light cocoon had originally been.

Empty.

The dark red cocoon of light had been swept away by the deep-sea currents stirred up by the previous attack and had completely disappeared into the vast black ocean depths.

Gone.

It can't be found.

Milotic struggled to surface and lifted Ye Yinchuan to the surface. Blood was seeping from the deep, bone-revealing wound on its back, and dark purple shadow energy clung to the edges of the wound, preventing the muscles from healing.

Ye Yinchuan lay on Milos's back, panting heavily, rain and seawater washing away the bloodstains on his face.

He looked up at the sky.

Lugia had completely transformed into a storm demon. It raged through the clouds, each breath evaporating tons of seawater, and each flap of its wings triggering a small tsunami.

Heaven and earth trembled under this force.

Ye Yinchuan's face was deathly pale.

Powerless.

A deep, piercing sense of powerlessness gripped his throat.

Since acquiring the system, possessing the discerning eye for treasures and various extraordinary abilities, he has had a smooth and successful journey.

But now, they face a god who has truly gone mad.

He seems to have oversimplified things.

Even with his scalpel, he could never remove the malignant tumor from the god's body.

Even worse, it could backfire!

"I'm sorry—" Ye Yinchuan's voice was hoarse as he patted the barely breathing Milotic beneath him.

[—Damn, streamer, tell me this is all scripted!]

[No! Is the number one Pokémon streamer going to die here?!]

[Sigh, this is a disaster! The Lugia problem isn't solved, Giratina is lost, and Milotic almost got killed!]

Looking at the comments on the screen, Ye Yinchuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He has always cherished Pokémon, but now, is it really because of his own wrong decision that he is going to suffer irreparable losses?

In a daze.

A point of blue light suddenly appeared below his field of vision.

It was dim at first, but it stood out starkly against the backdrop of the surrounding black storm and purplish-black shadows.

The light emanated from Milotic's head and neck.

A fish in the ocean.

The ocean scales that had merged into Milotic's body were shimmering at an astonishing frequency.

Even more bizarrely, the blue light emanating from the scales was actually resisting the purplish-black shadow energy spreading from Milotic's wounds!

Ye Yinchuan's heart skipped a beat; he seemed to sense something as well.

Suddenly, I raised my head and looked out at the turbulent deep sea.

At this moment, he looked bewildered, his self-reproach mixed with a glimmer of hope.

because----

A variable has appeared!

The current crushing defeat may still have a chance to turn things around!