diskusbooks Chapter 752 Hijacking
Chapter 752 Hijacking
Thus, the series of thrilling events that had occurred in East China finally came to an end.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.
Zhang Heng boarded his private plane back to Goose City in South China.
This is a chartered flight route provided by the league for regional champions. If it weren't for his father's connections, he wouldn't be qualified to ride it given his current status.
However, the Chinese champions have very limited demand for this type of flying device – who among those who can sit in that position doesn't have a few flying riding Pokémon that are faster, more agile, and more loyal?
Dominant Charizard, Dragonite, Salamence...
These partners soaring through the sky are far more trustworthy than steel machines.
Therefore, the champion's plane is less a means of transportation and more a symbol of honor, a solemn recognition by the league of the identity and contributions of those who guard their territory.
Sitting in the silver-white cabin of this plane, Zhang Heng was silently basking in the afterglow of the sunset.
"Rumble..."
The deep, steady roar of the engine, like a long lullaby, echoed through the night sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Outside the porthole was an intense, deep blue, with a few lone stars and Pidgeots with flocks of Pidgeys occasionally brushing past the edge of the wing before being left behind.
Zhang Heng leaned back in the large chair, and his nerves, which had been tense for days, finally had a slight relaxation.
He closed his eyes, and his mind slowly unfolded everything he had experienced during this period, like a revolving lantern.
The smoke and fire of the East China battlefield, my father's death and resurrection, and the faces of those heroes who fell on the battlefield and never woke up again—their faces have become blurred in my memory. Only the pairs of eyes that refused to close are deeply engraved in my heart like a brand.
The opportunities in the Suicune's Secret Realm not only yielded Arceus's Water Drop Slab, but also opened the trial of the Rainbow Warrior.
Deep within the spirit world, a life-or-death battle raged in a strange arena formed by ghost-type energy. He slew his enemy and ultimately achieved the evolution of Dragapult.
There's also the police station predicament—the brute force of the awesome dog, Celebi's wormhole, Armored Mewtwo's crushing arrival, and the eternal whisper left in the Yggdrasil's consciousness space...
"The world will eventually collapse."
Those words, like an ice needle, still pierce the depths of his consciousness.
"Di Di-"
The notification sound from the encyclopedia pulled him from the depths of his memories. Zhang Heng opened his eyes, unlocked the screen, and the sender's name made him sit up instantly.
Xing Wenze.
He quickly adjusted his posture, straightening his back from its previous lazy leaning position, and even subconsciously straightened his collar.
The faint light from the encyclopedia screen reflected on his focused brows and eyes, which were now ignited by a strong thirst for knowledge, like a hunter who had caught the scent of his prey.
What Xing Wence sent was exactly what he had promised—his experience in the proper use of the Arceus Slate.
The document's title is a concise three-word phrase: "The Theory of Fusion".
Zhang Heng took a deep breath, his thumb hovering above the screen, somewhat hesitant to tap it.
It felt like standing before a treasure trove sealed for millennia, the key in hand, yet filled with awe at the sheer vastness of the truth about to be revealed.
He composed himself and finally clicked on it.
The words flowed across the screen like a gentle stream, each sentence precisely addressing the doubts that had been lingering in his mind for days.
It says: "The reason why Sceptile can internalize the power of the Emerald Slate to an almost instinctive level is because I found a unique anchoring method - not to let the Pokémon 'use' the Slate, but to let the Slate 'recognize' the Pokémon as an extension of its power."
Zhang Heng silently followed along with the notes, reading them aloud in a low voice.
"Acknowledging Pokémon as an extension of its power?! How is that supposed to be understood?!"
Zhang Heng was engrossed in reading, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of his seat, repeatedly savoring the key passages.
The compatibility between Rippling Water and Dragon Slab is already quite high, but the previous usage was too crude. It simply drew out the power of the slab and poured it out, like using a thick water pipe to rush at the enemy. The power was amazing, but it also hurt the user.
His thoughts were so absorbed in the mystery of the stone slab that he did not immediately notice the unusual surroundings.
"Chirp... thud... thud thud..."
The engine sound changed.
The steady, lullaby-like roar was suddenly replaced by a harsh, hoarse sound, like gears spinning aimlessly.
The plane shook violently, and then a feeling of weightlessness washed over me—not falling, but coming to a standstill.
It was as if an invisible giant hand reached out from the void, firmly grasped the steel structure that was flying at high speed, lifted it up like a toy, and hovered it above the night clouds at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
"What's going on?!"
The captain's panicked voice came from the front cabin, leaking through the not-quite-closed door, trembling despite his best efforts to suppress it.
"The power system is working perfectly, but the plane... the plane won't move!"
Immediately following was the co-pilot's frantic instrument pounding: "All the instruments are malfunctioning! Altitude, speed, heading... all garbled! What's going on? Is there a problem?!"
Zhang Heng's body hadn't had time to make a second movement.
Blue light surged in from all directions.
It was an extremely beautiful blue, like the fluorescent light surging from the deepest part of the ocean. It didn't come from any particular direction, but rather gathered, spread, and enveloped the fuselage out of thin air.
The original silver-white fuselage, under the influence of this blue energy, shimmered with a glass-like texture, as if the entire aircraft had been sealed inside a giant sapphire.
“This is…” Zhang Heng’s pupils suddenly contracted.
"Oh no! Our plane has been stopped by supernatural energy!"
The combat readiness cabin door was suddenly pushed open, and two figures in tactical uniforms rushed into the passenger cabin. They were the combat readiness personnel responsible for the security of this special plane.
Their reaction was extremely fast; the clasps on the Poké Balls at their waists had already popped open, and their fingertips touched the surface of the balls.
However, it was too late.
The blue energy that had been gently enveloping the fuselage suddenly seemed like a venomous snake that had caught the scent of its prey.
Following every gap in the fuselage, every door, and every vent, it transformed into countless fine, hair-like streams of light, silently flowing into the cabin.
"Well--!"
The two combat personnel froze in their tracks.
Their hands were still in the position of holding the Poké Ball, their knuckles bulging and muscles taut, but they could no longer move forward even a millimeter.
The Poké Balls were slightly warm in their palms. The Pokémon inside sensed the danger, but because the trainers were imprisoned, they could not break out of the ball on their own.
The captain, first officer, communications officer... all six members of the crew were frozen at their respective workstations.
Some people remained turned and shouted, some had their mouths half-open and hadn't finished uttering the last syllable, and some had their fingers hovering less than a centimeter above the emergency button.
Their eyes could still move, filled with horror and resentment, but their bodies were like ancient insects encased in amber, completely unable to move.
Zhang Heng was not spared either.
He felt that cold yet resilient superpower like an invisible bandage, wrapping around his limbs, waist, and neck, and finally binding his consciousness like shackles.
His body was pressed firmly back into the seat, his back against the cushion, his hands on the armrests, unable to even lift his little finger.
An eerie silence fell over the cabin.
Only the engine was still spinning idly, emitting a hoarse, panting sound, like a giant beast with its throat bound.
Zhang Heng struggled to move his eyes upward. Through the porthole, he could see the night sky above the aircraft, bathed in blue energy.
The clouds were pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a huge circular hole with a diameter of nearly 100 meters.
In the center of the void, the space began to ripple like a lake surface tossed with a pebble, spreading out in concentric circles of visible ripples.
At the center of the ripples, a figure slowly emerged.
First, a pair of long, slender, and fair legs emerged from the ripples, their toes touching a floating blue halo, as if stepping on invisible crystal steps.
Then came the smooth, graceful lines of her thighs, half-hidden by the hem of a white cloak, the cloak's material being pure white, as if condensed from moonlight.
The cloak was cinched tightly at the waist, outlining a breathtaking curve that rose and fell slightly with each breath.
Above that was a pure white hood, its edges embroidered with intricate and mysterious patterns in silver thread, swaying gently in the night breeze.
Beneath the hood, a chaotic mask covered her face.
The mask's main color was blue—not the fluorescent blue of super-energy, but a deeper, calmer cornflower blue, like the core of a deep sea frozen for millennia.
The chaotic patterns on the mask's surface are silvery-white, and as they flow, it seems as if countless stars are shining, being born, and annihilating within them.
Her figure floated in the night sky, her curves as perfect as a divine sculpture, her temperament as aloof as a solitary, cold moon.
She didn't exert any pressure; her mere presence was enough to draw people's attention.
Standing beside her was a Pokémon with a beautiful form, as if cast from glass.
Its appearance is similar to that of a bird, but it possesses the majesty and spirituality unique to dragons.
The body has a smooth, streamlined shape, with a pure white upper body and a bright and warm red lower body. The two colors meet at the waist, like snow falling at sunset.
Its wings resemble those of a jet engine, with sharp yet graceful edges. When folded, they lie close to its back, and when spread out, they must be able to cut through the sky.
Its face was red, and its eyes were clear and intelligent, quietly watching the frozen plane below. There was no hostility in its gaze, nor was there any friendliness; it was just a calm observation.