An unimaginable and terrifying aura hovered above the rooftop at this time.

The figure that flew out of the night looked strange and solemn.

Mysterious black energy elements swirled around the arms, and the arms that were originally erratic seemed to have a substance, which was not an ethereal and ethereal feeling, but a malicious intent that seemed to be materialized.

The white energy on his forehead fluttered in the air like long hair, but in the white color, there seemed to be a bit of a cloudy aura.

It's not as black and white as it used to be.

On the contrary, it seems more and more changeable.

Under the cover of the white energy, a pair of blue eyes seemed to have insight into the evil of the world, as if they had seen the end of evil, like jewels, like lakes, reflecting the night sky.

Even the bright brilliance of the stars was constricted by those eyes.

That's the breath of wisdom.

It is also a sharp breath.

But that sharp gaze, but with a natural sense of domineering, not to mention a weak existence, even a veteran demigod like Deochisis, at this time, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he met that pair of eyes.

What a cold aura.

Obviously, Darkrai is already a guy who doesn't talk much.

But at this time, it seemed to be rejecting people thousands of miles away, just floating there quietly, and it exuded a cold aura.

However, no matter how the others felt, Darkrai only quietly raised his eyes.

The lake's blue eyes looked at the most respected young man in front of him.

Suddenly, it smiled.

"Master, I seem to feel something special."

"It should be that His Highness wants you to feel something."

The young man looked at Darkrai, who was obviously in a good mood, and then at Ipeltar, who seemed to be satisfied, and asked with a smile, "Ready?" ”

"Ready." Darkrai's low voice came, "It's still a little unfamiliar, but there's an innate sense of familiarity. ”

"Because what you are given is the power of evil attributes." Ipeltar glanced down at it faintly in the air on the side, and said casually: "Anyway, you can comprehend this step sooner or later, so you should be proficient in advance." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity." Darkrai bowed slightly, his respect palpable.

Ipeltar glanced at it and said lightly: "You are the only one around this little ghost whose strength is passable, if you don't fight, I'll find another one for him." ”

Hearing this, Darkrai's originally unwavering gaze suddenly froze.

That cold and piercing look turned like a sword aura in an instant.

Scorching met Ipeltar's playful gaze.

"Your Highness won't have this opportunity." It is rare, and in an unmistakable, powerful tone, it utters words that are even somewhat contradictory.

However, Ipeltar did not mean to be annoyed, but waved his wings lightly, and said leisurely: "Then I will look forward to it." ”

Darkrai lowered his head and said no more.

It felt the throbbing in its heart at that moment.

It was the product of a combination of inner anger and restlessness.

Although it knew that His Highness Ipeltar was provoking the general, it was really aroused.

It's long gone after it's running out.

In addition to power, there is only the shadow of the master, nothing more.

So—

There is no one who can take its place at the owner's side.

Bankiras can't do it, you can't liberate Hupa, Ladios, Deeuchisis, the giant gold monster, and even more!

It is the master's trump card.

Even if they don't follow their masters as long as Bankiras, there are some things that can't be explained by time.

Maybe now, the owner doesn't have a Pokémon that can compete with it.

Maybe now, the Pokémon that the owner encountered and subdued are not as good as it.

However, the Pokémon of this world are endless.

There are countless powerful Pokémon.

Not to mention the distance, even if it is the four origins present at this time, one artificial Pokémon, the strength must be above it.

Its strength can no longer be looked down.

What it needs to pursue is the strength to approach the origin.

Instead of destroying the power of the demigods.

Stronger.

It needs to be stronger!

For the master.

Also for its own sake.

The fierce gaze flashed, and the tyrannical eyes looked at the behemoth thousands of miles away for a moment.

Scarlet armor, flowing lava.

The blazing flames even reddened half of the night sky.

Sen Leng's white claws also emitted refracted starlight.

Overwhelming momentum.

Invincible strength.

This ancient beast, which had been born since the time of its origin, was slowly moving towards the sea.

Every step is a shaking of the earth, and every step is a shock.

But—

As soon as Darkrai's gaze fell on the other party, it knew - the hunt had begun!

Groudador.

A powerful Origin Pokémon.

Groudador.

A being that is about to become its testing stone.

In that case, there is no need to think about it anymore.

"Master." It suddenly turned its eyes, and the fierce battle intent in the lake's blue eyes was something that the young man hadn't seen in years.

Even if it doesn't say it, the youth understands its thoughts.

"Quick fix." Looking at the battle-hardened Darkrai, the young man finally spoke like this.

"Understood!"

In an instant, black clouds swept in, and the sky, which was originally blue by the sea, and the night, which was originally burned red by flames, suddenly broke into a third violent but oppressive color.

Black.

A color that really suits the night.

A silence with a color of destruction and evil.

The night is the world of evil spirits.

At night, it is the home of evil type Pokémon.

The rolling dark clouds enveloped Darkrai's body in just an instant, and then, in the eyes of the two Origin Pokémon who were originally looking at each other, a huge figure that was not even inferior to them appeared.

"Grouda ......"

A hoarse, muffled voice rang out from the dark cloud.

The black and white eyes of the Earth Pokémon that stood up to the sky looked over.

It sensed that in the midst of the black clouds that had suddenly swept in, there was a presence not inferior to it and Gaioca.

No, not inferior!

It's stronger!

Pressure!

It feels the pressure!

It's not that kind of crazy pressure, but the kind of seemingly tyrannical, but in fact extremely ingenious aura.

Send and receive with ease.

Is this the Pokémon of the present world?

Crazy emotions welled up in Groudon's cold eyes.

The burning gaze was fixed on the huge black cloud that was rushing towards it.

"Challenger? Tell the Pokémon Groudor of the Earth your name! ”

At this point, the behemoth gave up on confronting Gaioca's momentum.

Instead, he looked at the figure that was killing it with a bloody face.

Its interest is hard to suppress.

Its fighting spirit is also rising.

Interesting opponents!

A battle-worthy existence!

And at this moment, in the rolling black clouds, a ghostly voice sounded again.

"My name—Nightmare God, Darkrai!"