aircannonsinc Chapter 673 The Little Groundhog's Secret
Chapter 673 The Little Groundhog's Secret
Chapter 673 The Little Groundhog's Secret
Upon hearing Natsume's speculation that the little ground squirrel might be influenced by a certain divine beast, the three gods of the lake also showed solemn expressions.
They looked at each other, and finally Amrido spoke up: "Directly probing its mental domain might indeed provide the answer."
"but...
'
As they spoke, the three gods in the lake cautiously looked at Natsume, clearly not wanting to offend a powerful divine beast.
"It's fine."
Natsume raised the dog-head seal in his hand.
Seeing this, the three gods in the lake visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright, you said it yourself."
"You can't go back on your word."
The three gods floated up again, their yellow, pink, and blue lights intertwining and carefully enveloping the seemingly bewildered three-legged mole.
Intelligent exploration.
The yellow light pierced the depths of the little groundhog's consciousness like a probe.
"Huh, there's nothing there. It's mentally challenged!"
Yukeshi examined it intently; the yellow bubble that had condensed on its chest was filled with gray mist, but there was nothing there.
"Pikachu!"
A man with a middle parting, carrying a bucket of water, passed by and, upon hearing this, patted the head of the three moles.
Being a fool is good; fools have no worries.
"wrong!"
Yuxi's relaxed expression froze instantly, and its mushroom head trembled violently, as if it had received a flood of information far beyond its processing capacity.
At the same time, the yellow bubble in front of Kexi began to tremble violently, and the layers of gray mist inside were pushed aside to reveal the enormous creature inside.
"What...what is this?!"
Yukshi's voice trembled with disbelief.
Within its "field of vision," the little ground squirrel's consciousness space is not a chaotic mess, but rather appears as an incredibly vast, solemn, and majestic gray foggy conference hall.
Inside the conference hall, hundreds of stone bases of various shapes, exuding an ancient and powerful aura, are neatly arranged.
Each base features a magnificent stone sculpture.
On the five bases at the very front, the stone statue has transformed into a majestic yet indistinct figure.
Some are as steady as mountains, some as deep as the ocean; some are entwined with the ripples of time, some tear open rifts in space, and some are permeated with the aura of nightmares...
Natsume was stunned when he saw the figures inside that looked exactly like Groudon, Kyogre, Dialga, Palkia, and Darkrai.
"What is this thing?"
His eyes widened.
Not only the phantoms of these five legendary Pokémon, but also the hundreds of statues behind them seemed to be able to transform into such phantoms...
Or rather, the soul?
If I had to point out any commonalities...
These five Pokémon all seem to be legendary Pokémon that were killed by Team Rainbow Rocket.
The daily "thinking" process of a little groundhog is visualized in this conference room:
When an external stimulus appears, such as "should we polish the statue?", different mythical beast phantoms will emit mental fluctuations representing "agree", "disagree" or "abstain", ultimately determined by some mechanism.
Perhaps it's the quantity, or perhaps it's the weighting that determines the result, which is then carried out by the little groundhog's body.
This is not multiple personality disorder at all, but a "council" composed of numerous remnants of divine beast souls jointly dominating this body.
The little groundhog's own consciousness may have been submerged long ago, no, it never existed in the first place!
It has always been an execution "terminal".
"one two three..
""
Natsume saw this scene through a telepathic connection, and he counted the number of stone seats in astonishment.
...One hundred and eight?!
Natsume's lips twitched.
What the hell is this Liangshan Heroes' Banquet?
There aren't that many mythical beasts in a world, the kind that have a name and status.
Moreover, Natsume also saw many duplicate stone statues.
This means that the little ground squirrel may contain the remnants or fragments of consciousness of more than one hundred legendary Pokémon from different worlds that once held divine positions.
A blue light followed closely behind, and the probe of will began, attempting to sense the core will of the little groundhog.
Arknom's expression instantly shifted from languid to one of extreme pain and struggle, as if he were fighting against a destructive torrent.
Scenes of battle, filled with destruction and a desire for conquest, flashed through the screen like a revolving lantern during the investigation:
The scorching power of the earth surged, threatening to melt and reshape the entire continental plate.
Endless raging waves roared, intending to devour all land and return to the primordial ocean.
The chains of time snapped, attempting to freeze everything in a moment of destruction.
The barriers of space are torn apart, yearning to forcibly superimpose and compress different dimensions until they collapse.
An eternal abyss of nightmares opens, attempting to drag all consciousness into an endless abyss of depravity.
These wills are not unified; they conflict and collide with each other, yet they are strangely bound together, forming a chaotic, violent, and destructive collective will.
Arknom's willpower was like a small boat in a storm in the face of this torrent.
As Natsume watched the battle scenes, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He suddenly reached out, and golden telekinetic energy surged into Arknom's body, instantly improving the other's complexion.
Incidentally, Natsume also gained a deeper understanding of the little ground squirrel's condition.
Well... things are a little better than he thought.
Earth and sea are in conflict, space and time are in conflict, and nightmares are mediating.
Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the middle of the little ground squirrel's head.
Inside that head of his, which usually loved to be kind and gentle, seemed to be the will of the priest Darkrai.
The two on the left, who have a carefree attitude and love sour berries, are Groudon and Dialga, while the two on the right, who are a bit more aggressive, are Kyogre and Palkia.
It is highly likely that more afterimages restored from the stone statue will join the ranks of these three heads in the future.
Finally, the pink light attempted to capture the lingering emotions.
This time, what Amrid saw was no longer emptiness, but a boundless, dark ocean woven from pain, anger, despair, and resentment.
Countless fragments of memory, like shattered glass, reflect the shared tragic experiences of these remnant souls of divine beasts:
Groudon is bound by massive mechanical chains in a land of crimson lava, its power forcibly drained.
Kyogre was struck by eerie black fire in the deep trench, letting out a silent wail.
Dialga's head was snapped off with a single hand by the massive mech arm in the long river of time, and the crown of time was forcibly stripped away.
Palukia was trapped in an invisible barrier in the crevices of space, and the divine power within her was violently extracted.
Darkrai was suppressed at the source of the dream by shining golden chains, and his authority was completely sealed.
Against the backdrop of all these fragments of memory, there is a common, chilling symbol: the rainbow-colored letter R.
Natsume is now 100% certain that the remnant souls inside the little mole are all divine beasts that were tragically killed by Team Rainbow Rocket.
It seems that they were attracted and gathered inside the little ground squirrel for some unknown reason?
Just as Natsume was wondering what was going on, a terrified, piercing scream came from the side.
"Ahhhhh!"
The three gods in the lake saw the forbidden scene on this treasure and were so frightened that they scattered and crashed into the giant Pikachu statue, disappearing from sight.