noffsinger Chapter 461 Dorgon
Chapter 461 Dorgon
The deathly silence on the beach was broken by a faint groan from Zhang Heng.
His eyelashes trembled violently, and his eyelids finally opened a crack, his cloudy vision focusing between the flickering firelight and the blurry outline.
The first thing that catches the eye is the chest covered in brown fur of the martial arts master, and the steady heartbeat that comes through the muscles is like a calming drum.
Gastly was the first to react. Its transparent body flushed purple with excitement as it rapidly circled around Zhang Heng's head, making "Hehe! Hehe!" noises.
The Charizard excitedly rubbed its head against Zhang Heng's arm, its tail flames shooting up with a "whoosh," illuminating the surroundings even brighter.
The aluminum-steel dragon's metallic body emitted a deep hum, a rare expression of joy.
Milotic flicked its long tail, and the splashing water droplets refracted into tiny rainbows in the firelight, gently landing on his face;
The bluebird carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with its wings, the lingering echo of the healing bell still lingering in the air.
Zhang Heng's throat was so dry it felt like he had grit in his mouth. He moved his lips, and Ghost immediately understood, using its ghostly energy to hold the water bottle to his lips.
The cool water slid down his throat, dispelling the burning sensation, and he was able to barely prop himself up and lean against the arms of the martial arts master.
"Thank...thank you all..." His voice was hoarse as he glanced at his gathered companions.
Seeing the lingering marks of battle on their bodies and their worried eyes, a sense of guilt welled up inside me.
"I've made you worry again... I shouldn't have..."
"Roar." The deep voice of the Martial Arts Bear Master rang in his mind, carrying an undeniable sense of reassurance.
Gastly circled around Zhang Hengfei anxiously, its transparent body sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, emitting a mixture of "hehe! hechiu!" sounds.
The purple mist that had previously been stagnant due to worry has now become active again.
“Oh right,” Zhang Heng suddenly remembered something, shook his still dizzy head, and tried to sit up straighter, “How long was I unconscious?”
The voice of Martial Arts Master Xiong echoed in his mind: "Approximately three to four hours."
"Only...that short?" Zhang Heng was astonished.
He clearly remembered the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart and the feeling of his mental energy being exhausted to the limit. Normally, it would take at least a day to barely regain consciousness.
The deep voice of Martial Arts Master Xiong echoed in his mind, carrying an undeniable sense of reassurance.
Before Zhang Heng could finish speaking, it gently placed its broad palm on his shoulder and pointed to Dorgonmesia, who was huddled in the corner and rubbing his head against Zhang Heng's wrist.
"It was this that healed you. The treatments I and my partners used could not heal your emotional trauma."
When Doronmesia saw Zhang Heng looking over, it immediately straightened its small body, its illusory tail flapped nervously twice, and its big eyes were full of relief that "you're finally alright."
Its tiny wounds were still there, and the fatigue from traversing space made its little head droop slightly, but it still tried its best to chirp at Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng was stunned. What could a Doron Mesia in its initial form possibly do? There weren't many skills it could learn to begin with, let alone healing skills.
"Is it...?" Zhang Heng looked at Martial Arts Master Xiong with a puzzled expression.
The martial arts master, Bear, transmitted a vision telepathically: Doron Messiah presented a celebratory muffin, golden energy surged into his mouth, and the mark was temporarily suppressed...
As the fragment flashed by, Zhang Heng realized that although the dark purple mark on his palm was still there, it was no longer frantically absorbing energy, and the fluorescence at the edges had dimmed considerably.
"This is..." He recalled the warm current and, combined with the scene of communicating with Martial Arts Master Xiong, quickly made his own judgment.
"Celebration muffins? Where did you get them?"
He turned to Dorgonmesia, his eyes burning with excitement, because this stuff was a specialty of Zhuqing Village in the Xicui region, and couldn't be found anywhere else. Could it be that little Dorgon knew where the Xicui region was?!
The latter felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and shrank back, but then bravely met his eyes again.
It rubbed its head against the mark on his palm, as if to say, "It's what the person behind me meant..."
Zhang Heng also realized that in the official main story, Giratina is indeed one of the main gods of the Elric region (Ancient Sinnoh), and has some connection with the Kaleidoscope region.
"It seems this is Giratina's intention..."
He looked down at Doromecia, the little Ghost-type pseudo-legendary, who suddenly seemed more mysterious to him.
It is not only Giratina's messenger, but also delivered the Emerald Treasure at a crucial moment—what exactly does that first-level god who dwells in the Reverse World want to do?
Zhang Heng reached out and gently touched Doronmesia's cool tail with his fingertips, saying, "Thank you, Doronmesia." His voice was soft, but solemn, "And please thank it for me too."
Doronmesia squinted comfortably and let out a soft "chirp" as if in response.
Gastly floated to its side and gently patted its little head with its floating palm, thus accepting its "savior".
Zhang Heng leaned against the arms of Martial Arts Master Xiong, feeling the warmth of his companions surrounding him. The sea breeze still carried the smell of gunpowder, and the marks on his palms still reminded him that the crisis was not over. But at this moment, he was no longer alone.
“We…should leave here.” He took a deep breath, and although his body was still weak, his eyes had regained their light. “The Alliance’s troubles, and this mark…we all need to deal with them.”
Zhang Heng stared at the dark purple mark in his palm. The strange patterns seemed to wriggle slightly as if they were alive. He shook his head helplessly.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, swept past my ears, and in the distance came a faint whistling sound, like the low roar of some giant beast—the power emanating from Kyurem.
"I'll have to put it on hold for now," he sighed inwardly, suppressing all his doubts and anxieties for the time being.
The moment your fingertip lightly touches the Poké Ball, your companions, including Urshifu, Charizard, and others, transform into red light and disappear into the ball.
Zhang Heng skillfully took out the healing aerosol. The silver mist enveloped the surface of the Poké Ball, and the fine water mist seeped into the ball, repairing the wounds left by the battle for his companions.
Gastly chuckled softly, its body merging into Zhang Heng's shadow like ink, leaving only a few wisps of faint purple mist lingering around its edges.
After doing all this, Zhang Heng squatted down and gently placed Dorgon Mesiah's Master Ball in his palm: "Want to travel with me again?"
Doronmesia's eyes lit up instantly, and its illusory tail slapped the air merrily, making a "chirp chirp" sound.
It excitedly circled Zhang Heng twice, then nodded its little head heavily.
However, when the Masterball's red light enveloped it, it dissipated the instant it touched the body.
Dorgonmesia hovered in the air, while Zhang Heng tilted his head, looking puzzled.
"It was like this last time when Doron fell into a coma..."
Zhang Heng frowned. Could it be that the mark between the Elite Ball and the Pokémon had been erased, or that the Master Ball's function had been damaged? After all, this ball didn't come from a regular map.
Zhang Heng quickly took out the encyclopedia and aimed it at the Master Ball. After scanning with blue light, the screen displayed the words "Functional as usual," but the reality contradicted the data.
Just as he was lost in thought, Doronmesia suddenly shook his body violently, his tail churning the air wildly, and a purple vortex appeared around him.
The rift in the reversed world tore open again, and a low hum came from the dark fissure.
Doromecia called out urgently, and the purple light deep within the rift grew even brighter.
A figure slowly emerged—its head was covered with complex golden patterns, and its translucent tail traced a dark blue path in the void, the tip of which was as clear as ice crystals; it was clearly the prototype of the Dragon Qi.
"So you've evolved. What you released outside was just a clone, to guard against me?"
Zhang Heng suddenly realized what was going on, and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the mysterious Pokémon that was clearly a size larger than the one in front of him.