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"Colress, I see your raw intuitive genius within the fields of genetic architecture is peerless."
"Have you ever considered pledging your allegiance to my banner?"
Feng Che smoothly echoed the exact words Colress had just leveled against him.
"You!!!"
"Sharp-tongued brat. I originally intended to spare your vessel, but I have entirely changed my mind."
"Lapras, unleash your true combat morphology!"
Colress slammed a primary switch on his master tablet. Instantly, the heavy metallic collar locked around Lapras's skull discharged a colossal surge of current. The electrical payload violently stimulated Lapras's cellular tissue, forcing its cells into an accelerated, unstable state of hyper-division.
The jagged permafrost spires encrusting Lapras's carapace ballooned to twice their original volume, seamlessly weaving together until a dense, impenetrable fortress of absolute-zero frost armor blanketed its entire frame. Its blue hide bleached into a sterile, pristine white.
"Lapras, use Icy Wind!"
As Lapras's raw offensive output scaled to an terrifying tier, the environmental temperature within the cybernetic facility plummeted at a manic rate. Feng Che's shallow exhalations practically crystallized into solid frost before they could clear his lips.
Colress tapped a manual release button on his collar line, his sleek lab coat instantly expanding to manifest the heavy insulation parameters of a premium down parka. Feng Che, conversely, remained entirely fluid, utilizing his high-tier psychic authority to construct an absolute barrier that completely isolated his skin from the sub-zero chill.
"Zeraora, Lapras's structural parameters have scaled significantly. Maintain high-velocity evasive maneuvers!" Feng Che directed via telepathy.
Zeraora shifted its posture, its sharp gaze warily tracking the mutated Lapras as a catastrophic, freezing aura rolled off the beast. Having originally anchored the entry thresholds of the Elite Four tier, the forced crystallization of the frost armor had violently propelled Lapras's raw parameters straight into the Champion rank.
[The genetic legacy of Kyurem nesting within this Lapras's vessel is behaving with absolute, unmanageable volatility,] Mewtwo reported, its analytical voice bridging into Feng Che's consciousness. [The primordial dragon sequences are aggressively devouring and overwriting the specimen's baseline Lapras genetics. Its physical shell cannot withstand a cellular erosion of this scale; it will suffer a catastrophic genetic collapse and perish within minutes.]
[Feng Che, you merely need to direct Zeraora to maintain its evasive vectors to claim victory.]
"Sustaining passive evasive loops is entirely unaligned with my battlefield style," Feng Che answered coldly. "An absolute offensive press stands as the single finest defensive strategy."
"Zeraora, use Bolt Strike!"
Following his definitive command, an immense reservoir of high-voltage current exploded from Zeraora's frame. Infinitesimal rivers of pitch-black electricity violently erupted from its pores, the immense energy compressing into a highly unstable, volatile nexus. With a deafening, sky-shaking roar, a colossal dragon of pure black lightning materialized in the upper reaches, plunging down like a kinetic missile to swallow Lapras whole.
The dense fortress of permafrost armor plating Lapras's chassis was violently shattered and pulverized within a fraction of a second. The cascading currents rapidly tore through its flesh, scorching its majestic frame until the mutated beast collapsed onto the wet tiles like a heap of carbonized charcoal. A thick, pungent odor of singed organic proteins heavily saturated the ambient airspace.
"Magnificent. Truly magnificent. This Lapras has successfully permitted my databases to chart the absolute depths of your parameters," Colress remarked, his clinical detachment unyielding as he failed to spare a single look at the dying creature. His fingers flew across his tablet to authorize the deployment of his secondary asset.
[Shaymin, initiate a spatial extraction and anchor this Lapras within our lines. Saturated under proper conditioning, this mutated specimen will make a superb addition to our assets.]
Feng Che had cleanly noted that the genetic splicing had successfully forced Lapras to awaken a primary Dragon-type affinity, its baseline Water-type parameters systematically shifting to embrace the dragon core.
[Utilize the Jewel of Life to completely replenish and stabilize its depleted cellular reserves,] Feng Che added via a precise mental brief.
He snapped his fingers with a sharp crack, and the charred Lapras vanished from the laboratory floor via instantaneous teleportation.
Deep within the spatial coordinates of Shaymin's Garden of Life, the smoking form of Lapras dropped straight into the pristine, translucent waters of the Life Spring.
An exceptionally soothing, vitalizing warmth instantly flooded its fractured pathways, permeating its bone marrow. The carbonized layers of dead tissue plating its hide rapidly peeled away, and within moments, its physical vessel was completely renewed, its skin shimmering with a healthy luster.
Shaymin raised its paw, telekinetically drawing the Jewel of Life from its altar. As the Gratitude Pokémon funneled its pure, natural parameters into the sacred relic, a colossal tide of unyielding life force erupted from the gem, streaming continuously into Lapras's chest. Its fractured cellular structures reconstructed themselves at a visible pace, and its erratic, failing respiration gradually stabilized into a deep, rhythmic pattern.
"Whew... We managed to cleanly pull this Lapras back from the brink of absolute cellular termination," Shaymin murmured softly.
Carefully securing the Jewel of Life back within its vault, the Mythical Pokémon felt a sudden wave of acute fatigue wash over its tiny frame. Collapsing onto the lush green grass, it immediately plunged into a deep, restorative sleep.
Concurrently, as the spatial corridors of the Garden of Life adjusted, the black Zeraora cleared the threshold to return to the sanctuary, its operational parameters fully satisfied.
In a secondary sector of Team Plasma's shifting ruins, Vio's Kommo-o smoothly swept its clawed arm through the air with a sharp whoosh. The violent shockwave brought an end to the engagement, a massive cluster of unconscious Cryogonal and Vanillish crashing heavily onto the stone floor.
Vio casually grabbed Sage Giallo by his collar—the proud leader now thoroughly beaten and dragged like a dead dog—before guiding Feng Lu toward the inner sanctum of Team Plasma's command center.
"Ghetsis... I have an exceptionally heavy ledger of blood debts to systematically settle with your lineage today," Vio muttered under his breath.
On the opposite flank, Drayden was calmly directing his Haxorus to finalize their clean-up sweep. Haxorus whipped its massive, axe-like tail through the air, the appendage pulsing with a sleek, silver-grey metallic sheen. A single, effortless strike knocked a massive garrison of Vanillite and Vanillish out cold, their frames littering the stone floor.
Sage Rood dropped heavily onto his knees against the cold bedrock, a thin stream of deep crimson blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Sage Rood, if you hold any residual combat layouts hidden within your line, I suggest you deploy them concurrently," Drayden challenged coldly, his arms pinned confidently across his chest.
Rood unhinged his jaw to cough up a thick pool of blood onto the floor, before his cognitive stability fractured entirely, and he collapsed forward into a dead faint.
"So these stand as the legendary Seven Sages of Team Plasma... how thoroughly pathetic," Drayden remarked, lifting Rood's limp frame effortlessly off the ground like an eagle snatching a hatchling. "Their partners were artificially engineered and forcefully propped up through a manic over-saturation of raw resources; they have never once sustained the grueling refinement of a true, high-tier battle."
"Let us move out. I am eager to chart the true caliber of Ghetsis and the Young King, N."
Drayden stepped past the threshold, vanishing into the next transit corridor.
Inside Team Plasma's central command hub, N sat before the massive array of monitoring terminals, calmly tracking the real-time fallout.
"This is an absolute catastrophe, Sire! Sage Bronius, Sage Ryoku, Sage Rood, and Sage Giallo have all sustained immediate, crushing defeats! At present, only Sage Zinzolin remains locked in active combat, though his structural collapse is merely a statistical matter of time!"
"Furthermore, Acting Champion Feng Che has bypassed our containment lines and is currently trading blows against Dr. Colress within the central cybernetic laboratory! Drayden and the traitor Vio are rapidly closing onto our central coordinates!" the monitoring operative screamed in sheer terror, his fingers trembling across the master console.
"Maintain your composure. Excluding the Acting Champion himself, not a single individual within their vanguard commands the parameters required to break my line," N responded with absolute calm. "I shall wait right here for Feng Che to clear Colress's laboratory."
Right at that exact second, the automated security gates groaned open, and Ghetsis wheeled his mechanical chair aggressively into the chamber.
"N! What on earth is the meaning of this administrative paralysis?! Rood, Bronius, Ryoku, and Giallo have all been systematically pulverized!" Ghetsis bellowed, his face contorted with profound, manic rage. "Drayden and that wretched traitor Vio are practically knocking on our inner doors, yet you refuse to deploy our remaining military reserves to lock down their advance?!"
"There is zero tactical value in coordinating a frantic counter-press, Father. Deploying our secondary units blindly into their path will merely permit them to dismantle our assets piece by piece," N answered smoothly, his confidence unyielding.
"None of them possess the structural caliber to override my partners. Please, Father, sit back and watch the performance play out." N raised his head, his brilliant, star-like eyes flashing with an unyielding, regal majesty.
"Hmph! I shall undeniably be driven to an early grave by your insufferable, rebellious arrogance!" Ghetsis hissed, his voice laced with venom. "No matter. I shall personally step out to break Vio and Drayden's advance. It has been far too long since I last orchestrated a direct execution campaign against Vio."
Clutching his staff with white-knuckled intensity, Ghetsis steered his mechanical chair out of the command hub, his eyes burning with pure malice.
Meanwhile, back inside the central cybernetic facility, Colress was finalizing the deployment parameters of his secondary asset.
The genetic sequence fueling this specific specimen was exceptionally volatile. The capsule hissed open, and a colossally massive, heavily modified Sandslash stepped out onto the laboratory floor.
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