kingnovel Chapter 455 Ice Wave
Chapter 455 Ice Wave
As night falls, the mudflats are shrouded in a desolate darkness. The only sound is the crashing of the waves on the shore. The salty sea breeze, carrying the pungent smells of gunpowder, molten lava, and steaming seawater, sweeps across this ravaged battlefield.
Only the flames from the dragon's tail illuminated the surrounding area.
Zhang Heng collapsed into the arms of Martial Arts Master Xiong, which were as solid as a fortress, his consciousness sinking completely into the abyss of darkness.
The excruciating pain that tore at the soul did not come from external wounds—new blood was still slowly seeping from beneath the dried, dark brown bloodstains at the corner of the mouth, indicating that the terrible backlash from the forced double Mega Evolution and Dynamax had damaged the internal organs—but rather from the depletion and collapse of the soul after the mental energy had been completely drained.
His face was as pale as a wet sheet of paper, his clothes soaked with cold sweat clung to his skin, cold and sticky; each weak breath was accompanied by a trembling sound like a broken bellows, and his curled-up body still convulsed slightly in the warm embrace of Martial Arts Master Xiong.
The Pokémon formed a tense barrier.
Gastly's transparent body fluctuated violently, and pale purple healing waves enveloped Zhang Heng time and time again, attempting to repair his shattered spiritual world, but were mostly swallowed up by the cold black hole of the mark.
Milotic's slender body tightly encircled him, its dazzling scales shimmering with soft blue light. Life-giving droplets, imbued with a rich life force, gently covered Zhang Heng's entire body like a warm spring rain, attempting to moisten his parched cells and dispel the piercing chill emanating from the mark.
On the night of the Double Seventh Festival, the bluebird perches on the reef, its scarlet wings radiating a sacred glow in the twilight. The ethereal "healing bell" works directly on the soul, like a pure stream trying to wash away the impurities of spiritual pain.
The aluminum-steel dragon stood like a silent steel sentinel on the perimeter, its cold metallic eyes vigilantly scanning all directions, its massive body crouching low.
The fire-breathing dragon folded its giant wings and lay down at Zhang Heng's feet, its tail flames carefully maintaining a warm flame.
The martial arts bear master, providing support, remained silent as a mountain. Its broad paws steadily cradled Zhang Heng's head and neck, its brown fur swaying in the evening breeze, exuding a reassuring and calming aura.
He sensed that the mark was gnawing at Zhang Heng's very soul like a maggot clinging to his bone.
I tried to dispel the chill with my fighting energy, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea.
Therefore, it chose a more fundamental and gentler approach. If there is any force in this world that is similar to it, it should be like the power of waveguides.
This power that connects the hearts of all things was now condensed by Martial Arts Master Xiong into the finest and most resilient threads, carefully probing into the chaotic and turbulent dark abyss of Zhang Heng's consciousness.
It did not forcefully attack, but instead transformed into a series of regular and persistent calls, which, in Zhang Heng's lifeless sea of consciousness, became "the sound of water droplets that is crystal clear".
“Tick…tick…tick…”
Each "tap" sound seemed to carve out a barely perceptible crack in the chaos, attempting to gather the scattered fragments of consciousness back together and guide him out of the lightless quagmire.
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South China Sea border defense line
Between the leaden gray sea and sky, Duan Guangzhong, the champion of South China, stood at the forefront of the defense line. His cold gaze pierced through the salty sea breeze, fixed on the churning dark clouds in front of him, which seemed to be harboring endless coldness.
Beneath his tightly furrowed brows lay an unyielding gravity.
Behind him stood a magnificent defensive line built against the sea. Countless Ground-type Pokémon—Quakeh, Hippowdon, Mudstrider…—were under the command of Trainers from the South China region summoned by the authorities.
He used techniques such as "Earth Power," "Stomp," and "Quicksand Hell" day and night.
They have carved out a long, narrow yet exceptionally wide and solid "mudflat" on the surging waves.
This man-made land is a miracle of human beings defying nature, and the only foothold for countless warriors to stand on and resist powerful enemies.
On the defense line, figures were everywhere.
The Alliance's official rangers, officers in their respective roles, and members of the daily security team were busy but orderly.
Elite Four level trainers are extremely rare—in this world, owning even one Elite Four level Pokémon is an extremely rare occurrence.
Each registered King represents the league's top combat power, enjoys unparalleled treatment and honor, and is always ready to be summoned by the league's highest level.
At this moment, they are like pillars of strength, scattered at key points of the defense line.
The main body of the defensive fortifications consists of a large number of Lord-level Pokémon (generally below level 40), who form the cornerstone of the defense line.
Occasionally, you can see some Gym Leader level Pokémon of level 41 to 50 moving around. Although they are not the main force against top-tier combatants, they are an indispensable backbone force for maintaining logistics, stabilizing the front line, and dealing with the surging waves of Pokémon.
"Buzz~"
A high-frequency, powerful sound of insect wings flapping grew louder as it approached. Duan Guangzhong didn't even need to turn around to know who the newcomers were—the support troops had arrived.
Evan rides his signature Orup, the distinctive hum of which comes from this powerful Bug-type Pokémon.
He and Min Hui landed together beside Duan Guanjun, their movements clean and efficient.
"Champion, we have come to report!" the two said in unison.
"Good! You've come at just the right time!" Duan Guangzhong's tense brows finally relaxed a little.
Upon hearing this, Min Hui immediately turned around and issued an order to the neatly lined-up combat teams behind him: "All personnel, proceed to the designated combat area and await the champion's command!"
Upon receiving the order, the well-trained and rock-solid Fighting-type squad members immediately rode their respective Pokémon and swiftly and orderly headed towards the "mudflat" front line carved out by Ground-type Pokémon in the waves.
Duan Guangzhong's sharp gaze swept over the arriving team members, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly: "Zhang Heng?"
Evan immediately explained, "He stayed behind to handle the final cleanup of the Dynamax Den. Please rest assured, Champion, Zhang Heng has already captured that near-Elite Four level Charizard, and with the Braviary you gave us, the two Flying-types will take turns traveling and we'll arrive soon!"
Upon hearing Zhang Heng's choice, Duan Guangzhong's lips curled into a faint smile: "I thought that kid was a pure Water-type trainer and would choose the Blastoise with better aptitude. However, Charizard... is not bad either."
Upon hearing the words "Blastoise," Min Fangxin instinctively lowered his head even further—the Blastoise with exceptional qualities that Duan Guangzhong had mentioned was the one he had captured.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, fearing that the champion would take it back.
"call out!"
A slight ripple in the air caused superhuman energy to gather and burst forth in a faint light. Once the light appeared, it revealed an official combatant.
Beside him was a calm-looking monster with superpower fluctuations.
In an instant, he appeared beside them—it was the elite scout sent back by Huahai Champion, who used precise teleportation.
"Duan Guanjun," the scout's voice was urgent, "Kyurem's Cloud Vanguard has completely crossed the border of the Thousand Islands! It is gathering Ice-type Pokémon on a massive scale on the sea, forming a swarm, with its target being our side!"
Before he finished speaking, as if to confirm his intelligence, a blinding, pale dotted line suddenly appeared across the horizon at the distant horizon that was almost blending into the dark clouds!
"That's... an iceberg?!" Evan stared into the distance, his pupils shrinking sharply, his voice filled with disbelief and horror, "No! They... they're building land with ice blocks?!"
As the distance closed (relatively speaking), the scene became increasingly clear and terrifying.
Icebergs of varying sizes and jagged edges were forcibly welded, stacked, and frozen together by the invisible force of ice, forming a massive, slow but steady "moving ice field" that was slowly but surely rolling toward China's South China Sea defense line!
These ice-cast fortresses clashed and collided with each other in the surging waves, emitting a continuous, chilling "crunch-crack" sound, as if the bones of countless giant beasts were rubbing and shattering.
The entire icy plain was shrouded in a heavy, leaden cloud of Kyurem, exuding an aura of destruction, casting a despairing grayness over everything below.
On the ice surface, countless ice-type Pokémon appeared and disappeared, like moss covering the white, dead earth.
Most conspicuous are the enormous Diya Sea Lions, which float on the edge of the ice field and are as big as small ships, and the Ice Rock Monsters, which are like moving glaciers and have shells as thick as millennia-old ice.
Their presence imbued this moving ice continent with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if heralding the arrival of an icy apocalypse…