Chapter 467: Dawn Wings Necrozma Descends Upon the World

"You think you can block my attack with a Blizzard? That's far too naive."

Goulu Zhaobo's gaze was icy, completely ignoring the swirling snowstorm.

Huo La gave no reply, his expression calm, and once again issued a deep command: "Origin Palkia, unleash the Whirlpool!"

Origin Palkia, standing amid the snowstorm, let out a long roar; a massive Whirlpool surged upward, engulfing the howling snow and instantly trapping Goulu Zhaobo within it.

At the instant the vortex formed, a fierce lightning bolt suddenly sliced through the snow, striking precisely into the Whirlpool.

The Electric Shock, carried by the water flow, burst instantly, a tingling numbness seeping through his body; Goulu Zhaobo's posture faltered slightly, and a scornful sneer appeared in his eyes: "Water-type combined with Electric Type is indeed a clever combo, but our power gap is vast; this tactic is utterly meaningless."

"Useless?" Huo La's mouth curled into a confident smile, "Whether it works, we'll see now!"

He suddenly raised his voice, bellowing sharply: "Origin Palkia, unleash full Thunder!"

The moment the command fell, the heavens roared.

A thick bolt of thunder, as wide as the Whirlpool, materialized out of thin air, bearing world‑shattering force, and plunged straight into the vortex's core.

At that moment, Goulu Zhaobo's complexion shifted, and genuine terror flashed in his eyes for the first time.

The earlier Thunderball's shock was negligible, but Origin Palkia's Thunder, combined with the circulating Whirlpool, was already a completely different finishing move.

In a flash, he instantly understood Huo La's full layout.

The all‑over Blizzard was not a useless prelude; the snow merged into the Whirlpool, not only widening its coverage but also letting the water‑laden vapor carry bone‑chilling ice.

The extreme low temperature pressed in layer by layer, severely limiting his reliance on Psychic, completely sealing off his evasion and counter‑attack space.

Boom—!

The earth‑shaking thunder burst forth.

Furious thunder raged wildly within the sealed Whirlpool, countless Electric Lights darted and exploded everywhere; water and electricity fused to the extreme, erupting a dazzling yet overbearing destructive light curtain that completely devoured the vortex's core.

From afar, Paipa, locked in battle with an Ultra Beast, caught sight of the breathtaking scene and couldn't help shouting: "Whoa, that destructive power is too overbearing! Zhaobo should be finished now, right?"

Beside them, Bilan shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the Thunder Light‑ravaged battlefield, his tone solemn: "Hard to say."

Beyond the battlefield, another Zhaobo, barely noticeable, stood quietly at the edge of the airship.

He looked toward the center of the Thunder Light vortex with a complex expression, gazing at the counterpart trapped in a dire Parallel Spacetime, his eyes clouded with unreadable emotions.

The Thunder Light gradually faded, and the raging Electric Lights and vortex vanished completely.

The storm subsided, leaving the battlefield's center in utter ruin.

Goulu Zhaobo collapsed in a disheveled heap, his clothes torn to shreds, his body riddled with wounds, crimson blood constantly spilling from his mouth, his breath ragged and weak.

Necrozma, which had been deeply fused with him, had already separated, standing quietly beside him.

It was dim and lightless, its once‑brilliant black energy sheen completely gone, evidently severely damaged by the previous finishing combo, its condition terrible.

"Cough…"

Goulu Zhaobo propped up his battered body, struggling painfully to sit up, his eyes dim and void of light, filled with defeat and resentment.

"I ultimately… still underestimated you. No wonder you're the one personally chosen by Arceus."

He let out a low, bitter laugh, his tone full of loneliness: "I thought that bearing Necrozma in a human body, achieving bidirectional fusion, and fully mastering this ultimate power was already top‑tier among our kind. Yet now it seems I still lose utterly."

"In that case, among us chosen ones, perhaps none can truly stand against you."

Huo La stood silently in place, saying nothing, not responding.

"But…"

Goulu Zhaobo's tone suddenly shifted, his eyes reigniting with a mad gleam, his voice icy cold: "If you think I'd simply concede now, you'd be underestimating me."

Huo La's heart tightened abruptly, a strong sense of crisis arising, but it was already too late.

Zhaobo thrust his hand up violently, smashing the Ultra Sphere in his hand onto the ground!

"Crack!"

The hard Ultra Sphere instantly filled with fine cracks and shattered with a sound.

Necrozma, languid beside them, trembled violently, as if breaking free from layers of shackles.

"Hahaha! Necrozma, today I grant you freedom again, and lend you another boost!"

Zhaobo let out a wild laugh, raising his hand to hurl the Z Crystal with force.

Necrozma shifted, precisely catching the rushing Z Crystal.

The next second, activating Instant Teleportation, it appeared instantly behind Lunala. A thick, ink‑black shadow spread instantly, completely enveloping the Moon Beast.

Huo La's pupils contracted; instinctively he tried to intervene, but in an instant he was already a step too late.

The next second, a massive, unmatched terrifying energy erupted, blasting outward with Necrozma and Lunala at its core!

The raging Energy Shock Wave swept all directions; Celesteela and Kartana, guarding close to the Ultra Megalopolis Tower, couldn't react in time, were violently hurled by the force, and crashed heavily onto the distant ground.

Black mist churned across the sky, and an exquisitely precise, breathtaking form reconstruction unfolded slowly before everyone's eyes.

Necrozma spread its massive wings, its whole body beginning an extreme disassembly and reassembly, precisely fitting and merging into Lunala's form.

Its gigantic upper and lower arm structures aligned precisely in front of Lunala's tailbone, transforming into two new pairs of wings;

The crystal clusters on its backs of the hands, elongated upper arms, and foot bones were split and recombined, forming two slender tail feathers that securely attached behind Lunala's tailbone.

Necrozma's shoulder‑back torso lodged firmly into Lunala's chest, and through the translucent crystal gaps, the crimson light flowing within Lunala faintly shone, spreading an eerie red glow.

Its chest armor folded back, perfectly covering Lunala's third eye, becoming a cold, precise crystal visor.

The originally robust giant tail split into left and right halves, attached to Lunala's back; a hidden, lightless beam gathered momentum in the tail, ready to emit invisible light waves, maximally amplifying forward thrust.

The sharp spines at the tail's tip all melted away, seamlessly merging with Lunala's tail's curved contour, the lines sharp yet unified.

The remaining body fragments split into eight orderly scale plates, staggered to fit the curved junctions of Lunala's hand bones and wings, completing the battle armor.

Finally, Necrozma's three‑pronged crystalline brain core pierced the visor, embedding precisely into Lunala's third eye; the kaleidoscopic light swirling within the core diffused slowly through the crystal visor, eerie and divine.

The black mist dissipated, and the brilliance solidified.

Dawn Wings Necrozma descends upon the world.