manynovel Chapter 650 Dakdo's Defenses Are Broken
Chapter 650 Dakdo's Defenses Are Broken
Chapter 650 Dakdo's Defenses Are Broken
A sudden change occurred in the skies above Water Vein City.
Pure blue beams of light, like divine spears of salvation, pierced precisely through the nightmarish gloom that shrouded the city, descending from the eye of the heavens.
Each beam of light contains a "memory pack" meticulously woven by Natsume with his supreme telekinetic power, specifically designed for a particular Pokémon.
The moment the beam of light fell was a truly miraculous sight.
On the street, a fiery beast with bloodshot eyes, which was frantically crashing into the wall, suddenly stopped its violent actions after being enveloped by a beam of light.
The madness in its eyes faded, replaced by a bewildered look, as if waking from a dream. Then it slumped softly to the ground, emitting tired but peaceful snores.
Between the rooftops, a Muke Eagle was recklessly soaring into the void. When the beam of light struck it, it jolted violently, its wings flapping stiffly a few times before finally landing slowly. It used its beak to preen its disheveled feathers, and its eyes regained their clarity.
In the corner, the pack of coyotes that had been tearing at each other separated in the blue light. They sniffed each other in confusion, as if forgetting their earlier hatred, and snuggled together to fall into a deep sleep.
One beam of light after another, like precise surgical procedures, peeled Pokémon from the mire of nightmares.
The suffocating madness and chaos in the city began to recede like the tide, replaced by a tranquility born of survival.
More and more Pokémon have returned to calm, some sleeping, some looking around blankly, but at least they have escaped that out-of-control state.
Having just painstakingly guided someone out of a nightmare in a residential house, Dakdo, somewhat exhausted, stepped out the door and witnessed this shocking scene.
He stood on the street corner, looking up, and saw countless blue beams of light cascading down like a meteor shower. At the end of each beam, a Pokémon was freed.
The scene was grand and sacred, seemingly filled with an ineffable power of hope.
Dakdo's clenched fists loosened slightly, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
His pupils trembled, locking onto a glimpse of gold within those blue beams of light.
Subconsciously, his eyes searched the street, looking for Natsume's figure.
He relied on Darkrai's power and worked incredibly hard to barely manage to guide one or two people out of this predicament.
And Natsume... was able to perform large-scale purification in such a miraculous way?
"How...how did they do that?"
Dakdo muttered to himself, a strange, inexplicable sense of awe rising within him for the first time towards the black-haired youth.
Even a slight sense of frustration.
This is the power of Darkrai, the shroud of nightmares.
Even the power of the divine Pokémon he sought seemed so insignificant in the face of this level of intervention.
The nightmare crumbled bit by bit.
It's over...
Dakdo shifted his gaze and fixed it on the Dream God not far away.
The jet-black crystal, enveloped in a bright luster and slowly rotating, was now growing increasingly dim.
Darkrai knew that from this moment on, this divine office might be out of reach for him.
"hateful!"
He clenched his fists in frustration, and Darkrai, who was standing next to him, seemed to sense the trainer's feelings and closed his eyes.
However, standing beside Natsume's "sleeping" body, Takeran, who had been closely monitoring the changes in the city, keenly sensed that something was amiss.
"Wait..." Zhu Lan's delicate eyebrows gradually furrowed, her eyes filled with worry.
"Natsume... why did he rescue a Pokémon?!"
Reminded by her, Dakdo suddenly came to his senses and looked carefully at the street.
Sure enough! Those that wobbled to their feet or slept peacefully were all Pokémon.
Meanwhile, the humans on the streets and in the houses, still sleepwalking and whose expressions were even more pained and distorted because of the Pokémon's departure, did not receive any of the beams of light.
Their faces were even paler, and although their movements were restrained, their suppressed expressions suggested that they were enduring some magnified terror alone.
"Why? Why does Natsume only save Pokémon?"
Zhu Lan's voice was filled with anxiety and confusion as she looked at Creseria, who was suspended in the air and whose body was somewhat dimmed by the moonlight.
The Dream God's gaze was also filled with worry, and its gentle mental fluctuations conveyed: "Human consciousness is far more complex than that of Pokémon, and their memories are also more intricate and stable."
It was obvious that it had figured out Natsume's methods.
Unexpectedly, ever since that person devised the method of transmitting will thousands of years ago... someone else has come up with a new way to solve nightmares.
only.....
The Dream God frowned and continued, "The telekinetic power and control required to implant or modify human memories on a large scale and with precision... are unimaginable. He may... be unable to do it."
As if to confirm Cresselia's words, Natsume, who was resting his head on Takeran's lap, turned pale at a visible speed, with fine beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and weak.
Although he continued to maintain the descent of the Eye of the Sky and the pillar of light, it was clear to everyone that he was under tremendous strain, almost exhausting his spiritual essence.
As Dakdo watched this scene, the slight awe he had felt was replaced by a complex emotion.
He glanced at the suffering humans, then at Natsume, who was clearly at his limit, and a twisted hope rose within him: "As expected... there are still things he can't do! He can't solve humanity's nightmare! As long as I can find a way..."
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A glimmer of hope shone in Dakdo's eyes.
Unwilling to give up, he rushed toward a young man nearby who was sleepwalking and looked terrified, trying to have his Darkrai invade the man's dream and pull him out.
He hasn't lost yet! He still has a chance!
However, just as Darkrai's psychic tentacles were about to touch the man, a gentle yet incredibly resilient golden psychic barrier appeared out of thin air, gently deflecting Darkrai's power!
"What?!" Dakdo was taken aback and tried again, but the result was the same.
He abruptly looked up, glaring at the "sleeping" Natsume: "Natsume! What do you mean?! You can't do it yourself, so you won't let others save people?! Despicable!"
Natsume, whose consciousness was mostly immersed in the nightmare space, seemed to sense this unfounded accusation.
He didn't even open his eyes, only letting out a very faint, almost inaudible snort.
It was filled with an air of indifference.
He painstakingly verified the mechanism between nightmares and human memories, not for the Hero Games, and certainly not just to save the two million people and Pokémon of Canal City.
Natsume has his own plans.
From the moment he successfully verified it, Natsume had a crazy plan in his mind.
There's no time to waste.
Natsume's consciousness sank completely into that bizarre abyss constructed from the nightmares of two million humans.