Revival

To be honest, this Zubat is really small; it felt very light when it stood on Dian's shoulder.

Furthermore, she seemed even more obedient than he had imagined; compared to Misdreavus Demon, she was practically a good little baby.

That's really strange.

Little did the prince know that this Zubat Little Queen had a simple idea: she was a newcomer and naturally had to act obediently, otherwise she would be bullied.

Despite her limited experience and lack of travel knowledge, she had witnessed many similar situations in caves.

When a new individual integrates into a group, they will be ostracized if they don't work harder than other members. Only by integrating can they thrive.

Just look at what she's been eating lately, and you'll know it's true.

The Zubat Little Queen, whether naive or cunning, was unaware that even when she displayed her arrogant side, her meals remained the same.

Dian is very careful when it comes to feeding his Pokémon. If they weren't in the Wilderness, he would immediately go and prepare Special Pokéblock for Zubat.

Misdreavus watched Zubat explore the surroundings, but she didn't focus on protecting Zubat's safety, because she knew Beedrill would worry about it; her priority was protecting her Trainer's safety.

The Beedrill flew silently through the air, seemingly without moving, but it was actually using Agility to support Zubat at any moment.

After thoroughly investigating every corner, the Zubat flew back, shook its head at him, and then flew to the stone tablet, calling out to it.

Dian glanced at the stone tablet and, sure enough, the problem was with the tablet.

He sighed. If it weren't absolutely necessary, he really wouldn't want to touch anything here, but sometimes, there's just no way around it.

The man put gloves on both hands and began a thorough examination.

The entire golden stone tablet has an incredibly smooth surface, making it hard to believe how it was preserved. Compared to the material of the stone tablet, the carving of its text and pictures is also astonishing, as if it were carved stroke by stroke by a Grandmaster.

Dian examined the engravings closely. From beginning to end, it was completed in one go. He could feel a Sharpness edge emanating from them simply by touching them.

"Dream!"

The Misdreavus suddenly cried out.

Dian was immediately startled, but before he could speak, the Misdreavus had already carried him to the dome of the hall and concealed him with Illusion.

Zubat and Beedrill quickly flew to the top of the broken door.

Beedrill has already quickly used Swords Dance, Focus Energy, ready to attack at any moment.

Meanwhile, Zubat is fully focused, ready to use its Mean Look to fixate on its target at any moment.

However, they were also enveloped by the Illusion power of the Misdreavus, and the preparations were merely a precaution.

Dian then took two Healing Crystal and Antidote, preparing to sprinkle powder. Although he felt he was shameless, he was absolutely certain that there were many people more shameless than him.

Snap, snap, snap, snap...

A series of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed.

Dian took a deep breath, ready for battle at any moment.

He didn't believe that the Misdreavus's Illusion could be completely foolproof.

"It really is here!!!"

A frenzied male voice suddenly rang out, "Napolant's secret treasure!"

Suddenly.

Snap!

You're dreaming!

A clear, crisp female voice rang out.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a violent tremor resounded.

The four enormous chandeliers below the hall plummeted rapidly, crashing directly onto the head of the Dusknoir statue below.

Boom!

The originally bright red flames quickly turned blue, and the cold flames reignited.

"Dream!"

The Misdreavus blinked in surprise, and the four enormous, lifeless Dusknoir statues suddenly came to life.

His scarlet, fiery red eyes radiated a cold gaze.

A terrifying suction force, accompanied by a chilling aura, once again dominated the area.

"Yo!!!!"

With four loud roars, the Dusknoir, seemingly resurrected, immediately used Shadow Ball.

Four Shadow Ball flashing with jet-black lightning struck the stone tablet directly, then exploded with a deafening roar.

Bang! A golden Plate began to fall, followed by a second, then a third, and soon, the entire hall was plunged into an endless Abyss, utterly dark.

At the same time, a tremendous suction force began to emanate from the chests of the four revived Dusknoir.

Suddenly, an eerie song rang out in the air, as if guiding the spirits of the dead into the Spirit World.

"Dream?!"

The Misdreavus looked puzzled again. Both the despair emanating from Zubat and the power displayed in this song felt extremely familiar to her.

But now is not the time, because with the trigger on the mechanism, the real door has already opened, right at the very top!!

Meanwhile, the Beedrill and Zubat, sensing the danger, had already flown back.

"Walk!"

The palace guards gave the order decisively.

At this point, he also realized that these four Dusknoir were probably not real Pokémon, but rather puppets that had sealed away Dusknoir's power. This was likely an Ancient technology of Napolant.

These mechanisms, however, would likely be insufficient to stop another group of invaders.

If he is not mistaken, they are probably related to the Napolant Kingdom, or at least people obsessed with the Napolant relics, even if they are not its descendants.

These people clearly knew far more about the Ruins than he did.

His only advantage is that there seems to be some problem within the opposing team.

As the group flew into the mysterious portal that suddenly appeared at the top of the hall, the entire hall fell silent, then rapidly faded. The golden murals and text on the surrounding walls slowly peeled off and Corrosion, while the Dusknoir Puppet in the center lost its power, shattered into pieces, and fell into the endless Abyss below.

Snap!

"Snort!"

Holding Golden Scepter, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face slapped a blue-haired girl to the ground. "Your kind of people are hopeless."

Lester, in a fit of madness, destroyed the Blue Sky Country, and you, as his descendant, are just as useless, actually preventing me from rebuilding the Blue Sky Country!

Napolant no longer exists!

The Blue-Haired Girl covered her face, stubbornly staring at the old man, "You, as a descendant of the High Priest, are the one who is obstinate!"

"No..."

The middle-aged man stared fanatically at the scepter in his hand, "The Sword of Royal Authority has abandoned your Napolant; it is now our Cross to wield the Sword of Kings and revive the Blue Sky Country!"

Behind him were three equally agitated men, two of whom were holding a young man whose fate was unknown—it was Tomoya.

Strangely, all the Poké Ball on his waist had disappeared.