You are not allowed to be a Pokémon Trainer!

Chapter 347 The Beginning of the Decisive Battle: The New Forms of the Three Sacred Birds!
After adding the three legendary birds to the system's team, Xia Chi casually opened their data panels, ready to see just how bad these three "brothers in misfortune" could be.

To be honest, he didn't have high expectations.

After all, their performance in actual combat is so poor that it's really hard to build confidence in them.

However, Brother Tong gave Xia Chi an unexpected surprise.

Moltres

[Attribute: Fire/Flying]

[Characteristic: Flame Body]

[Gender: no gender]

【Level: 75】

【能力：生命513（+80），物攻392（+58），物防376（+58），特攻426（+58），特防353（+58），速度392（+58）】

[Moves: Heat Wave, Overheat, Storm, Air Blade, Divine Bird Strike, Feather Hurdle]

[Equipment: None]

[Bond: Fire (4)]

【Bond: Flight (3)】

【Bond: Legendary Shadow (1)】

【Bond: Legendary Bird (3) When Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres are on the battlefield at the same time, their powers resonate with each other, and the three will combine to form the Triad! All of Triad's base stats are 150% of the sum of the stats of the three legendary birds! It possesses the Fire, Electric, and Ice attributes, so no attribute attack will be effective against it! All of Triad's attacks have a 33% chance to hit a critical hit and inflict burn, paralysis, or frostbite on the enemy! When Triad's HP drops below 1% for the first time, it will be reborn, dispelling all negative statuses and immediately restoring 100% of its maximum HP!】

"What the hell?!"

Xia Chi almost jumped off the sofa, staring intently at the [Legendary Bird]'s synergy effect.

Integration and upgrades are here.
This script is wrong!

This is the kind of treatment that only high-class cover gods like Kyurem and Necrozma get, okay?
What have you three birds done to deserve this?

However, in the special manga, it seems that Team Rocket used some kind of special device to combine the three legendary birds into one.

However, compared to the Rockets' clumsy, Franklin D. Colin's approach is undoubtedly much more sophisticated.

After the initial shock came overwhelming joy.

Compared to the fusion of Kyurem and Necrozma, the Three Legendary Birds is even more amazing, combining all three into one!

And it's not just a regular fusion; the values ​​are directly added together and then multiplied by 1.5!
Xia Chi did a quick calculation and the new "Tri-Phase Sacred Bird" value was approaching two thousand!

This is only the bare state!
With the right equipment, Xia Chi estimates that the Tri-Phase Sacred Bird's stats will exceed 3,000.

It's probably at a level that even a level 90 Reshiram would have to look up to.
Not to mention the 33% chance of hitting a vital point, plus three additional negative status effects, and the ridiculously overpowered "Rebirth" ability that allows for a full health resurrection.
In short, this impromptu attempt was a great success, turning waste into treasure.

Xia Chi rubbed his hands excitedly, his earlier worries instantly vanishing.

"Brother Tong, you really are my god!"

New numerical values, new mechanics, plus proper command.

Xia Chi could almost see a majestic, enormous divine bird, possessing the brilliance of fire, electricity, and ice, wreaking havoc in the Plasma Team's camp.

"Hmm, one Triple Sacred Bird should be able to suppress Zekrom and half of the Genesect Legion without much trouble, right?"

Xia Chi stroked his chin, already planning the battle strategy.

After the initial excitement, the next issue was the actual allocation of equipment.

The three spirits combined only have five pieces of equipment.

These are Fa Jie's Light Hextech Gunblade, Blue Buff, and Dark Attribute Bond Emblem, as well as Prisoner's Light Steadfast Heart and Blood Hand.

Hakron wasn't wearing any equipment to begin with, so naturally he couldn't remove it.

Actually, there's not much to divide the equipment into, since in the end all three legendary birds will be combined into one.

Xia Chi then gave Hextech Gunblade and Blue Buff to Zapdos, Steadfast Heart and Bloodthirster to Moltres, and the last Dark trait emblem to Articuno.

With this, all the preparations before the final battle were finally put into complete order.

The following days were unexpectedly calm.

Whether it's the official Team Plasma channel that has caused a huge stir online, or in every corner of the Unova region.

Quixote and his men vanished without a trace, as if they had all evaporated into thin air.

But everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

The invisible pressure permeating the air is even more taut than the direct conflict itself.

As expected, the highly inflammatory "declaration of war" video that Quixote released a week ago went viral and swept across the entire internet.

In just seven days, the Plasma Team's channel followers skyrocketed by tens of millions, as if they had taken a ride on Milladon!

Undoubtedly, behind this surge in attention are countless onlookers around the world eagerly anticipating this unprecedented spectacle.

For nearly a century since the alliance was established and has largely maintained order, no organization has dared to challenge the alliance's authority so openly and blatantly.

Regardless of the final outcome, the drama that Team Plasma will put on at their so-called "coronation ceremony" is undoubtedly captivating the world.

In contrast, the United Alliance has maintained a surprising silence during this period, without issuing any official statements or warnings.

At this point in the incident, it's clear to everyone that words are futile.

The conflict between the League and Team Plasma has long been irreconcilable.

Enough talk, let's get to work!

Thus, amidst the eerie silence between the two sides and the heated discussions among onlookers worldwide, a sense of unease arose.

The "coronation day" that Quigish had foretold has finally arrived with the rising sun!

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August 12, early morning.

Fengyuan area, Liuli City.

The chill of early winter did not reach this place; Sootopolis, located at the southern tip of Hoenn, remained warm as spring, with the sea breeze carrying a moist scent as it swept over Mikuri, a private estate that could be described as a work of art.

In the opulent living room, Mikey lay languidly on the soft sofa, his hands behind his head, gazing at the magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling, muttering to himself.

"Seriously, Xia Chi wouldn't let me go to Hezhong to get involved. Do I really make him distrust me that much? I'm a champion, after all!"

Beside him, Daigo, with his usual elegant and poised posture, was leisurely sipping his black tea.

Upon hearing this, he glanced at Teacher DaMi indifferently: "If you can deal with the Four Cloud Gods, then Cynthia and Gadriya can certainly do the same. One more or one less makes no difference, so why go and cause trouble?"

"Hey, what kind of talk is that!"

Mikoli sat up straight, dissatisfied. "My Mega Swampert is pretty strong too, you know? I might not be able to beat Zekrom, but I can definitely put up a fight against one or two Yoruichis, right?"

Adam, who had been quietly watching the huge projection screen in front of him, coughed lightly, interrupting the two's bickering: "Alright, you two, instead of arguing about this, you should focus on what's about to begin. I believe Xia Chi has his own considerations."

The projection screen was still completely black, with only countless bullet comments scrolling rapidly like a torrent, demonstrating the high level of attention it received.

Mikoli sighed and slumped back onto the sofa: "Sigh, I know. It's just that I feel a little resentful. And I really can't understand where Team Plasma got the confidence to just flip the table like that. Back then, those two lunatics, Crimson Pine and Water Archie, at least knew to sneak around before they did something."

Daigo set down his delicate white porcelain teacup, a thoughtful glint in his silver-blue eyes: "This is indeed unusual. Ghettos doesn't seem like someone who doesn't know how to be patient. For him to dare to do this, he must have some kind of power that he believes is enough to overturn the situation, however..."

His tone turned calm, filled with unwavering trust in his friend: "Trust Xia Chi, he always manages to create miracles, and this time will be no exception."

Michael shrugged, about to say something more.

Just then, the previously dark projection screen suddenly lit up!
Adam's expression brightened, and he sat up straight: "Let's begin!"

Daigo and Michael also fell silent instantly, their attention completely drawn to the lit screen.

At this moment, countless eyes around the world, just like theirs, are focused on this.

The live stream begins with a top-down view of a rotating Rotom, the camera tracing a graceful arc in the air.

Through the lens, one can clearly see a dense forest covered in white snow below, the desolation of winter adding a touch of bleakness to this land.

As the camera gradually lowers, a magnificent Gothic castle comes into view.

The castle's spires point straight to the gray sky, and withered vines climb the mottled walls, telling the story of the passage of time.

The open space outside the castle was now packed with people.

They stood quietly in the cold air, dressed in uniform grey robes bearing the Plasma Team insignia, as if on a pilgrimage.

There were only faint whispers among them, and all eyes were eagerly fixed on the huge, tightly closed wooden door of the castle, which was intricately carved, as if they were waiting for some sacred moment to arrive.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that madman to have so many followers."

Inside the manor in Liuli City, Mikoli looked at the massive crowd on the projection screen and couldn't help but click his tongue, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Daigo nodded, a hint of seriousness flashing in his silver-blue eyes: "This is not surprising. Ghetto is very good at packaging his theories. In addition, Team Plasma has been deeply rooted in the Unova region for so many years. It is only natural that they can select and cultivate such a group of core believers."

Just as the two were talking, the live stream suddenly switched without any warning.

The camera abruptly shifted from the exterior to the interior of the castle, and the sight before them took everyone watching the live stream by surprise. Unlike the rustic exterior, the castle's interior was remarkably opulent.

The towering dome is painted with colorful murals depicting a fantastical scene of humans and Pokémon "coexisting in harmony".

Huge stone pillars support the vast space, covered with shimmering moss.

A soft, hazy light, seemingly from nowhere, enveloped the entire hall like a thin veil, casting an almost sacred, unreal halo over everything before it.

A solemn and dignified atmosphere permeated the air.

The soft, hazy light coming from somewhere added a sense of holiness to the scene below.

The Seven Sages, with Quixote at their core, are currently standing on a slightly elevated platform.

They no longer wore their usual rather plain sage robes, but instead donned extremely magnificent white-gold robes that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

Their expressions were solemn, like priests presiding over sacrifices in ancient times, their eyes all fixed on the ground below.

All eyes were focused on the figure standing quietly in the center of the hall.

N.

He was dressed in an extremely magnificent imperial robe.

The main body is a deep purple, symbolizing nobility and mystery. The shoulders and hem are embroidered with the totem of the ideal dragon Zekrom in dazzling gold thread, and the edges are decorated with tiny gemstones that refract dazzling light.

His handsome face was expressionless, and his lake-green eyes gazed calmly ahead, like a bottomless pool, making it impossible for anyone to fathom his true thoughts.

This further accentuated his transcendent and aloof demeanor, making him resemble a perfectly sculpted statue placed on an altar for people to worship.

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At the same time, the live stream chat was flooded with comments.

Holy crap, this is actually pretty convincing!

[The four cloud gods of Czechoslovakia are incredibly cool!]

Is there some misunderstanding about restoring feudal imperial rule during the League era?

[N is so handsome!! For N, I'm going to support Team Plasma!]

[No. Is this some kind of abstract concept or something?]

Where's the prison water? Isn't it showing up yet?

Quigish stepped forward, opened his arms, and surveyed the core followers of Team Plasma below.

"My compatriots, children who follow the truth!"

His voice clearly resonated throughout the hall and was broadcast live to every corner of the world.

"We were once ignorant, we used those cold Poké Balls with a clear conscience, imprisoning those vibrant and free souls! We arrogantly set rules, using narrow-minded battles to restrain their innate wildness and power! This is the darkest page in the history of civilization!"

His tone gradually rose, carrying a kind of fervent, infectious energy.

"But today, darkness will pass, and dawn will surely come! Because we have welcomed the 'King' who will guide us. He listens to the voices of Pokémon, understands their pain, and will lead us, lead this world, towards a brand new, truly free future!"

As he spoke passionately, a deep and majestic dragon roar suddenly echoed from the stained glass dome of the castle's main hall!

"boom--"

Amidst a tremendous roar, part of the dome slowly slid open to the sides, revealing the gray sky outside!
Immediately afterwards, an enormous black figure suddenly appeared, slowly descending with a chilling pressure, landing behind N.

Zekrom!

Its scarlet eyes, like burning lava, coldly gazed down below.

The superconducting engine structure at the rear was now spinning quietly, emitting a low hum, with blue electric snakes leaping and flowing within it, radiating destructive energy fluctuations.

Just the fact that it was suspended there created an oppressive feeling that was almost suffocating.

At the same time, different colors of dazzling light lit up in the four directions of the castle's main hall.

Tornado clouds roared in with violent air currents, thunderclouds burst forth with golden lightning and descended like lightning, while land clouds and lingering clouds also descended from the sky.

The four cloud gods each occupy a corner, like four loyal guardian deities, protecting N around its perimeter.

Legend has it that the combined power of the Pokémon created an invisible force field, causing the entire live stream screen to tremble slightly.

As the light shone, it made the so-called "coronation ceremony" look like a divine miracle!

Ghetsis's face flushed with excitement. He turned to N and proclaimed in an almost chanting tone, "Behold! This is the recognition of the ideal dragon and the spirit of heaven and earth! Here I, Ghetsis, in the name of the High Sage of Team Plasma, bear witness—"

He took a deep breath, his voice piercing the sky:
"The birth of a new king!"

All the Plasma Team followers, whether inside or outside the castle, erupted in frenzied cheers and shouts, the sound almost lifting the roof off.

N, however, remained standing quietly amidst the light and legendary Pokémon, expressionless.

But deep within those lake-green eyes, a complex glimmer seemed to flash by.

He paused slightly, then lifted his foot and slowly walked toward Quixote, who was holding a magnificent crown inlaid with a deep purple gemstone in his hands high above.

His steps were steady and firm, and the crisp sound of his shoes striking the smooth stone surface was particularly clear in the solemn and quiet hall.

Each step he took ignited an even more fervent emotion among the Plasma Team followers below.

Uncontrollable cheers and shouts rose like waves, almost lifting the ancient dome off its face.

Finally, he walked up to Quixote and bowed his head slightly.

A hint of uncontrollable pride and fervor flashed in Quixote's eyes as he held the crown aloft with both hands, his expression solemn and dignified.

Just as they were about to place this heavy crown on N's head.

Just as everyone held their breath.

call out--

A small, scorching energy blast suddenly struck, hitting the crown in Quixote's hand precisely!
Boom!
A crisp metallic clang rang out, and the crown symbolizing the "new king" slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the ground.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The previously fervent atmosphere, which was like boiling water, suddenly cooled down as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

The commotion and incredulous discussions spread rapidly among the believers like a plague.

However, Quixote, the person involved, did not show much surprise on his face.

He didn't even pick up the crown immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his head and cast a sinister glance in the direction from which the energy blast had come.

It was as if they had already anticipated this disruption.

There, the air rippled like water, and a petite, delicate, milky-white figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Victini who had emerged from her stealth state.

"Tini~"

It stood with its hands on its hips, stuck its tongue out at Quixote with a smug look, and made a face.

Before he could react, she flew toward the open dome.

Quixote's expression suddenly darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in them.

"Leave the three-headed dragon behind!"

The three-headed dragon, which had been lurking in his shadow like a statue, was instantly activated upon receiving the command!

Its three ferocious heads rose simultaneously, energy rapidly gathering in its gaping maw, unleashing three completely different yet equally ferocious energy breaths.

Like three torrents of death, they intertwined and blocked all possible escape routes for Victini, roaring as they swept away!

It looked as that petite figure was about to be swallowed up by this devastating attack.

Another incredibly thick, orange-red energy wave, crackling with wild electric arcs, suddenly cleaved down from outside the dome without warning!
It collided precisely with the triple attack of the three-headed dragon!
A deafening explosion rang out, and the shockwave from the clash of the two terrifying energies spread out as if it were a tangible entity.

Before the energy turbulence had completely subsided, a mocking voice came from above.

"Hey, it's just a child, why are you getting angry with it, Sage Quixote?"

Everyone instinctively looked up.

But then, several figures appeared on the open dome, seemingly out of nowhere.

They stood with their backs to the sun, casting shadows that covered most of the ceremonial platform, creating an invisible sense of oppression.

Quixote's pupils contracted slightly, and the fake smile on his upturned face could barely be maintained.

He saw the faces he had anticipated—

Xia Chi was at the head, with Cattleya and Cynthia standing on his left and right sides, respectively.

Milton plummeted rapidly, creating a sharp gust of wind, before finally hovering steadily at the same level as the platform where Quixote was.

Xia Chi nimbly leaped down from the dragon's back and smiled slightly, saying, "I apologize for coming uninvited, Lord Kuiqisi."

(End of this chapter)