klisemfg Chapter 587 Temple of Creation
Chapter 587 Temple of Creation
"Did you see that? Your companions are fighting with all their might."
In the Temple of Creation, Arceus looked at Seti who was sitting on the floor and spoke slowly.
"You are the one I have chosen..."
"So you arranged everything, right?"
Seti interrupted Arceus.
"..."
Arceus remained silent, agreeing with Sett's words.
"But..."
Sett stood up and brushed off the nonexistent dust on his body.
"The world is fake, but love is real."
"Isn't it?"
"You are right..."
Arceus nodded.
The brilliance of the Temple of Creation was like a frozen galaxy, and beneath his feet was an endless halo of light with the trajectories of billions of stars. Sett stood in front of Arceus, as small as dust, but with his back straight. The question he had just asked, and the sentence "The world is fake, but love is real", caused this being representing the original will of the universe to fall into a brief silence. That silence itself was an answer.
"You are not wrong..." Arceus' voice was majestic and calm, like the flow of the galaxy. Not much emotion could be heard in it, but it carried a strange weight, as if the glory of the entire temple resonated with it. "However, order must be maintained, and betrayal must be judged. This is the cornerstone of creation and cannot be shaken."
His gaze seemed to penetrate the dome of the temple and cast on countless battlefields where fierce fighting was taking place. A clear scene also emerged in Sett's eyes:
The Dragonite of Watari and the Dragonite of Hannya collided fiercely for the last time in the broken sky; Xiaozhi's Greninja turned into an unyielding blue light in the steel storm of General Metagross; Professor Kukui's Blazing Roaring Tiger let out a final roar before the uncontrolled explosion of Hollow Id; Serena's Flame Fox danced the flame of life between the raging poisonous waves and reefs; Korne's Lucario and Smiling Alakazam started a silent but thrilling tearing in the spiritual realm...
Every frame is soaked in sweat, blood, and the burning light of bond.
"See?" Arceus' voice brought Sett back to his senses. "Your companions, the things your world holds dear, are doing everything they can to maintain what you call 'true love.' Their struggles, their sacrifices, are also part of the script of this universe, woven by my will."
An indescribable complex emotion surged in Sett's chest. Anger? For the fate that was manipulated. Sadness? For the companions who were destined to struggle. But even stronger was a desire to protect, a power brought by the bond from Boskodora and all the companions who fought side by side.
"So," Seti raised his head and looked directly into Arceus' golden eyes that contained the mysteries of the universe, his voice was unusually clear, "You didn't choose me just to let me watch them burn to ashes and then applaud you, right?"
The halo around Arceus slowly rotated, emitting a stronger pressure. "You are the variable, Seti. It is the accident brought about by the 'Life Gem Fragment', and the opportunity to break the infinite cycle. I give you power, not for pity, but to end it. End this farce that has been delayed for too long, and restore order in the name of creation."
"I have an old friend who was imprisoned by a group of creatures called Star Spirits because of a problem with order."
“You probably know his name, Aurelion Sol.”
Then, Arceus' voice was like a declaration of law, leaving no room for doubt: "I will grant you the 'Breath of Creation' - a force of harmony and reshaping that comes from my origin. With this power, return to the world and put an end to rebellion. And I will conduct the final judgment here."
Following Arceus' words, the glow of billions of stars in the center of the temple suddenly gathered and rose, forming an extremely large, slowly rotating cosmic disk. On the disk, the light of five areas became extremely dazzling, and gradually condensed into five clear, terrifying phantom outlines!
On the left, the space was twisted and folded like a broken mirror, and shadow matter was rolling and surging in it like sticky oil. A hideous, huge figure with dragon and bat wings twisted and roared in pain, with scarlet eyes full of violence and unwillingness - Giratina! The space area where it was located seemed to be about to collapse completely at any time, sucking everything into the abyss of antimatter.
On the upper right side, pure darkness that devoured all light spread like a living thing. Two scarlet beacons like hell lit up in the darkness, whispering with endless malice and nightmares. Any living being who gazed at this darkness would feel their soul dragged into eternal damnation - Darkrai! Its domain was a dead vacuum, and even starlight could not escape.
On the lower right side, the extreme cold and the violent heat flow intertwined and conflicted strangely, forming a purgatory of ice and fire. The huge skeleton and mechanical structure were looming in the frost and lava, and the painful roars full of tearing, as if issued by two souls, shook the space - Kyurem! The original chaos and pain of genes were its prison.
Above, the breath of destruction drifted like tangible ashes. The dark red energy symbolizing the end of life was like withered vines entwining the outline of a giant bird. Every time it struggled, ashes fell, and the halo areas it touched quickly lost their color and decayed - Yveltal! Death was its crown, but also its shackles.
In the center, in the twisted space vortex, six huge demon arms burning with evil flames frantically tore at the space barrier, trying to break free. A wild laugh full of greed, tyranny and endless desire echoed in the temple, and countless golden rings composed of evil thoughts sank and collided in the vortex - evil thoughts Hoopa*! Its power comes from twisted desires, but now it has become the deepest cage that binds it.
The phantoms of the five rebellious gods appeared on the cosmic star disk. Their power was forcibly restrained here by the rules of the temple, waiting for the final judgment. The pressure emanating from the phantom alone made Sett feel his soul tremble. It was an original power that was far beyond human understanding and enough to destroy the world.
"This is the rebel." Arceus' voice was like a cold hammer of judgment, striking on every phantom and also on Sett's heart. "Giratina, who controls antimatter, attempts to subvert the order of space. He should be deprived of the power to reverse the world and exiled to the cracks of time and space for eternity!"
As the verdict was pronounced, the shattered area of space that bound Giratina suddenly shrank and turned into a continuously collapsing singularity. Giratina roared unwillingly, and its huge figure was forcibly squeezed and dragged, eventually disappearing into the black spot that symbolized eternal exile, leaving behind only the harsh aftereffects of space being forcibly stitched together.
"Darkrai, you spread nightmares and erode the peace of mind of living beings. You must shatter the source of nightmares and imprison them forever in the dreamless abyss!"
The pure dark area where Darkrai was suddenly lit up with countless dazzling golden lights of creation, like a burning sword piercing the core of darkness. The two scarlet spots screamed silently, and the sticky darkness boiled and shrank violently like burning grease, and was finally forcibly compressed by the golden light into a fist-sized black crystal that constantly emitted black gas, sinking into the eternal dead void below the star disk, where even consciousness would be frozen.
"Kyurem, the original genetic sin, the embodiment of chaos, must be separated from his ice and fire essence and forever imprisoned at the two poles of the world!"
The ice and fire purgatory that bound Kyurem suddenly split apart! The extremely cold ice-blue energy was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a cold current that froze the soul, shooting towards the north pole of the star disk and sinking into the phantom of an eternal glacier; while the violent red flames were compressed into a lava core, shooting towards the south pole of the star disk, sinking into the phantom of the boiling molten sea in the center of the earth. Kyurem's tearing and painful roar came to an abrupt end, leaving only an empty symbol of the broken gene chain.
"Yveltal, the symbol of spreading death and imbalance, should be stripped of his power of destruction and sealed in the roots of the ancient tree of life, so that his deathly aura can be worn away with endless vitality!"
The dark red dead vines that were wrapped around Yveltal suddenly lit up with emerald green light of life, like countless new branches twisting and tightening in the opposite direction. Yveltal let out a sharp whine, and her huge body quickly shrank and solidified in the fierce confrontation between life and death, and was finally forcibly compressed into a dark red, constantly beating heart-shaped crystal. Countless emerald green root shadows spread up from the bottom of the star disk, tightly wrapped around this core of death, and dragged it into a huge ancient tree root system that symbolized the origin of life and emitted a soft green light.
"Evil-minded Hupa, the demon of desire, the culprit of the distortion of space, his demon ring must be shattered and he must be imprisoned in the cage of the mind forever!"
In the center of the twisted vortex that bound the evil Hoopa, the golden light of creation turned into a giant hammer that pierced through the sky and earth, and with the power to purify all evil thoughts, it smashed hard at the six crazy tearing demon arms! Crack! A teeth-grinding shattering sound rang out! The six giant arms made of pure evil energy broke and disintegrated in the golden light! Countless evil golden rings shattered one after another like burst bubbles and turned into nothing.
The evil Hoopa's laughing mouth twisted and deformed, emitting a scream of extreme resentment. The entire huge phantom was completely crushed and purified by the golden light, and finally collapsed into a transparent cube composed of pure mental power that kept flashing a faint light, and was imprisoned in a cage made of countless golden rune chains in the center of the star disk.
The judgment was completed in absolute majesty and ruthlessness. On the cosmic star disk, five gods who once dominated the world and caused endless disasters were either exiled, sealed, or dismembered and suppressed. The temple was filled with energy turbulence left after the gods fell and their authority was stripped away, as well as a suffocating solemnity and silence after the laws were forcibly revised.
Arceus's gaze fell back on the pale Seti. His voice was still calm, but it carried an irresistible will: "The judgment is over, and order has been established. You, Seti, take the 'Breath of Creation' and act as my agent to cleanse the world of evil and end this chaos."
A gentle golden light stream, which contained supreme power, shot out from the Thousand Cosmic Rings mark on Arceus' forehead and gently enveloped Sett. Sett felt an indescribable warmth flow into his limbs and bones, as if the laws of the entire universe were opening their arms and embracing him. This power was vast and boundless, yet extremely gentle, like a sleeping galaxy.
The "Fragment of the Gem of Life" in his body that originated from the ancient ruins and was swallowed by Boskodora resonated violently, emitting a soft blue light, which quickly blended and harmonized with the golden breath of creation bestowed by Arceus.
It did not devour or cover, but was like paint mixed on a palette, eventually forming a new and strange energy with colorful glow at Sett's core - it had the majesty of creation, the resilience of life, and the warmth of bondage.
"This power comes from me, and also from the bond between you and your world." Arceus' voice seemed to have a subtle fluctuation. "Use it well. You don't have much time."
The moment the words fell, the halo of the temple under Sett's feet spun violently, forming a vortex passage leading to the battlefield below. Through the passage, he saw it! He saw the main battlefield filled with smoke and broken ground!
We saw Boskodora struggling to hold on in the shadow storm caused by the remaining power of Giratina! Its scarred steel body was covered with new cracks, and the golden light of evolution had long been dimmed, but it still stood in front of its scarred companions, using its body to build the last line of defense.
Satoshi, Du, Sirona, Kalini, Dantei... Every champion and every partner is at the end of their strength, and their Pokémon are also covered in wounds, but no one takes a step back!
"BO-DO--!!!" Boskodora's roar, which was a mixture of pain, fatigue, but still unyielding, penetrated the barriers of time and space, and exploded clearly in the depths of Sett's soul!
"Boskodora! Everyone!" Sett's heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. All his hesitation, confusion, and anger at the truth were completely ignited and burned away by the bloody battles of his companions and the roar of Boskodora!
The colorful rays of light formed by the fusion of the breath of creation and the fragments of life roared in his body, and an unprecedented sense of power filled every cell. This was not the cold will of Arceus, but Seti Star, who, with his tiny human body, carried the trust, sacrifice and "true love" of his companions, and swung his fist at fate!
"I'm back!" Sett let out a cry that shook his soul. He no longer looked at the almighty God of Creation, but leaped forward and plunged without hesitation into the vortex of war and bondage!
The glory of the Temple of Creation gradually faded away behind him. Arceus' golden eyes, which contained the secrets of the universe, watched Sett's figure wrapped in colorful rays of light disappear at the end of the passage.
The temple returned to its eternal silence and splendor, with only the cosmic star disk that had just executed the divine punishment still slowly rotating, reflecting the world below that was in the midst of war but was about to undergo a dramatic change due to the return of a tiny human. The trial was over, but the true end was just beginning.