Summoning the Crown of the Elf

The figure flying out of the night looked strange and solemn.

Mysterious black energy elements linger on the arms, and the originally erratic arms seem to have a body. It is not a feeling of ethereal nothingness, but a substantive malice.

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

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

On the contrary, it seems to be more and more changeable.

Under the cover of that white energy, a pair of azure blue eyes seem to have insight into the evils of the world, as if they have seen the end of evil, like gems, like a lake, reflecting the night sky.

Even the brilliance of the stars was restrained by those eyes.

It was the breath of wisdom.

It is also a sharp breath.

However, that sharp gaze carried a natural sense of domineering, not to mention a weak existence, even a veteran demigod like Deoxys could not help but tremble when he met those eyes at this time.

Very cold atmosphere.

Obviously the usual Darkley is already a guy of few words.

But at this time, it seems to be repelling people thousands of miles away, just drifting there quietly, exuding an icy aura.

However, no matter how other people felt, Darkley just quietly raised his eyes.

Those lake 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 His Highness who wants you to feel something."

The young man looked at Darkley, who was obviously in a good mood, and then at Yveltal, who seemed to be satisfied, and asked with a smile, "Are you ready?"

"Get ready." Darkley's hoarse voice came, "Although it's still a little strange, there is an inherent sense of familiarity."

"Because all that is given to you is the power of the evil attribute." Yveltal looked down at it indifferently from high in the sky, and said casually: "Anyway, you will be able to comprehend this step sooner or later, just think of it as proficiency in advance .”

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity." Darkley bowed slightly, showing his respect.

Yveltal glanced at it, and said indifferently: "You are the only one around this kid who is reasonably capable. If you don't live up to it, I'll find another one for him."

Hearing these words, Darkley's originally calm gaze suddenly froze.

The icy cold eyes turned into a sword-like aura in an instant.

Burning met Yveltal's playful gaze.

"Your Highness won't have this opportunity." It was rare, in an unquestionable, powerful tone, and even contradictory words.

However, Yveltal didn't mean to be angry. Instead, he waved his wings lightly and said leisurely: "Then I'm looking forward to it."

Darkley lowered his head and did not respond.

It could feel the throbbing in its heart just at that moment.

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

Although it knew that His Royal Highness Yveltal was provoking the general, it was really aroused to anger.

It has long since run out of things to pursue.

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

and so--

No one can take its place by the owner's side.

Not for Bankiras, not for liberating Hoopa, Latios, Deoxys, Metagross, not to mention!

It is the master's trump card.

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

Perhaps now, the master has no Pokémon that can compete with it.

Perhaps now, the Pokémon that the master has encountered and tamed are not as good as it.

However, the Pokémon in this world are endless.

There are countless powerful Pokémon.

Not to mention far away, even if it is the four origins present at this time, one man-made Pokémon is stronger than it.

Its strength can no longer be looked down upon.

What it needs to pursue is the strength that is close to the origin.

Instead of destroying the power of demigods casually.

Stronger.

It needs to be stronger!

For the master.