boyutpedia Chapter 482 I figured nobody wanted this Queen of the Lace-Crowned King!
Chapter 482 I figured nobody wanted this Queen of the Lace-Crowned King!
Chapter 482 I figured nobody wanted this Queen of the Lace-Crowned King!
Cynthia's eyes lit up.
The elf in the video is not large, it could even be described as petite.
With its round body and short limbs, it looks a bit like a cabbage that has just been pulled from the ground.
But the huge green "crown" on its head... or rather, it looks more like a flower bud about to bloom, which is particularly eye-catching.
That was not just ordinary decoration, but part of its body, a symbol of its power.
This is a Pokémon that has never been recorded in the Pokédex.
Cynthia is certain of this.
Most likely, and also the protagonist of today's story, is the Queen of the Calyxes.
"People do not know where the Crane King came from or when she arrived at the Crown Snowfield."
Xia Chi's voice rang out.
In the scene, the petite figure of the Crested Queen appears amidst the swirling snow.
Snowflakes fluttered and the cold wind howled, shrouding the entire Crown Snowfield in a gray-white hue.
But the Crowned Queen stood there, her enormous green crown standing out starkly against the wind and snow, like a lamp lit in the darkness.
"Just as people don't know where his amazing abilities come from..."
As Xia Chi's highly immersive voice rang out, the Queen of the Lace Crown in the scene raised her right hand.
At that moment, the wind and snow stopped.
A slit was torn in the gray sky, and warm sunlight poured down, sprinkling onto the snowfield.
The crowned dammer raised its right hand, and a hundred flowers bloomed, and the grass grew lush and green.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
The snow melts, turning into clear streams.
Beneath the withered yellow grass, tender green shoots sprout from the soil.
On the barren land, colorful flowers bloom in profusion.
In an instant, the entire Crown Snowfield transformed from the depths of winter into spring.
It then raised its left hand, and the fields became fertile, yielding a bountiful harvest.
Golden waves of wheat rippled in the wind, heavy fruits bent the branches, and vines were laden with plump fruits.
The snow and wind disappeared, replaced by a spring filled with bright sunshine.
As time passes, the changes in the scene are like a fast-forwarded documentary.
The elves emerged from the shadows, curiously exploring this newly born land.
Humans established villages here, with small houses rising from the ground and wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.
People knelt before this tiny Pokémon, their eyes filled with reverence and gratitude.
They respectfully call this benevolent Pokémon the "King of Abundance".
"The power of the Crowned King comes from the faith he has received."
"The more people revere it, the greater the power it can wield."
"So as more and more people cross the Crown Snowfield and come here, the power of the Crowned King grows ever stronger..."
Cynthia fell into deep thought.
It wasn't that she didn't believe Xia Chi's words.
As a mythologist, she has studied far too many seemingly absurd legends.
In fact, she knew that every legendary elf was unique.
Ho-Oh has the ability to revive the dead, Celebi can travel through time, and Jirachi can grant wishes...
These abilities sound equally incredible, but they do exist.
It simply transforms people's faith into power.
This was indeed the first time Cynthia had ever heard of such an ability.
So, let's look at the reverse reasoning...
If people stop believing in the Crested King, will it lose its power?
If people completely forget about it, will it...?
Cynthia suddenly realized why the Rathalos had disappeared into the annals of history.
An entity that exists based on faith will be like a tree with its roots severed when that faith disappears.
But why would people forget such a Pokémon?
Cynthia remained silent for a moment.
She didn't dwell on it, but instead focused her attention back on the screen.
The video is still playing.
Perhaps before every tragedy occurs, there is a period of prosperity.
The Crown Snowfield in the picture is in its most glorious era.
As the reputation of the Calyrex spread, more and more people and elves migrated here.
What was once just a few scattered villages has now developed into a prosperous kingdom.
Towns and villages are scattered like stars in the sky, and fields and orchards stretch as far as the eye can see.
The people's faith brought the Crowned King even more power, and its radiant flowers bloomed almost all over the Crown Snowfield.
The flowers emitted a soft glow, like stars scattered across the earth, adorning the entire snowfield like a fairyland.
The once unyielding ice and snow have been replaced by lush green grass and abundant fruit.
All life lives here in peace and contentment.
It's like the Garden of Eden from mythology.
Such a rich place inevitably attracted the covetousness of outsiders.
The scene shifts, and a dark mass of enemies appears on the distant horizon.
An allied army of various elves, driven by greed and malice, surged toward the Crown Snowfield—they joined forces to seize this land.
The Crowned Queen did not back down.
It stood atop the Crown Temple and let out a long howl, the sound piercing through the wind and snow and spreading throughout the entire snowfield.
Two magnificent horses galloped from the depths of the snowfield.
A pure white horse, its mane shimmering like ice crystals, left a thick layer of ice wherever its hooves trod.
The other horse was entirely black, its mane as ethereal as smoke, and its shadows writhed as if alive wherever its hooves trod.
King Raicrown rode his two magnificent steeds and charged into the enemy ranks.
Its left hand's energy transformed into golden light waves, sweeping across the battlefield; its right hand's energy transformed into silver light rain, pouring down.
The Snowstorm Horse exhaled a chilling aura that froze everything, while the Spirit Horse released a shadow that devoured light.
The enemy fell like wheat, utterly routed.
All the invading enemies were driven out.
The war seemed to be progressing exceptionally smoothly, but it ultimately sowed the seeds for a tragic ending.
The energy consumed in driving away the enemy was so great that the Brilliant Flower did not have enough power to continue blooming.
In the image, the Crowned King stands atop the Crown Temple, gazing wearily into the distance.
Its body was smaller than before, and its huge green crown had dimmed considerably.
And those once-glorious flowers have withered one after another.
The rest of the story is self-explanatory.
The Crowned King was unable to perform another miracle.
The Crown Snowfield in the picture is gradually returning to its original state.
The fields are no longer bountiful, the flowers no longer bloom, and the green grass begins to wither and turn yellow.
People initially held on, believing it would return and bring back miracles.
They knelt before the Crown Temple, praying, calling out, and offering sacrifices.
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
However, no matter how much they prayed and called out, the Crowned King never appeared again.
Because even the Queen of the Rachelnes was powerless to do anything about it.
Its power has been exhausted, and it has become difficult to even maintain its own form, let alone reproduce miracles.
But people don't know these things.
All they knew was that the king they believed in had abandoned them when they needed him most.
Faith turned into resentment.
Reverence turned into curses.
People began to resent it and curse it.
The Crown Temple, which was built for King Raicrown at that time, was also destroyed by the angry people.
In the footage, the once magnificent Crown Temple collapses amidst flames.
People toppled the statue of the Bridal Veil, smashed the stone tablets depicting its deeds, and tore down the murals portraying it.
In a corner unnoticed by anyone, a small figure hid behind a rock, sadly watching this scene.
That's the Queen of the Lace.
It harbors no resentment towards those who once elevated it to a pedestal.
It was simply saddened by its current powerlessness.
And so, more and more people and elves began to relocate, leaving the Crown Snowfield.
With each person and each elf that leaves, the power of the Calyrex diminishes.
Its body grew smaller and smaller, and its huge green crown grew dimmer and dimmer.
The once prosperous towns have become ruins, the once fertile fields have become wastelands, and the once blooming flowers have been buried by wind and snow.
The cold wind and snow swept across the Crown Plateau once again.
This time, spring did not come.
Cynthia let out a long sigh of relief, pulling herself out of this myth, which wasn't particularly dramatic but was certainly moving.
She leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and let the images and sounds slowly settle in her mind.
The Crowned Queen.
A king who lived by faith, a king who exhausted his strength for his people, a king forgotten by those he protected.
It did nothing wrong.
It's just... too tired.
Cynthia opened her eyes, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but turn on the live chat.
Although she rarely turns on the subtitles when watching videos—those dense texts always distract her from her vision...
But this time, she wanted to see how other people would react.
As expected, although the video had only been updated recently, the barrage of comments had already flooded in, almost covering the entire screen.
[Rem is so sad! How can there be such a kind legendary spirit as Calyrex... It did nothing wrong!]
[That's right, even Xerneas, the so-called god of life in the Carlos region, seems to only appear when the regional balance is disrupted... In comparison, the Calyrex is the true god of life! It exhausted itself for its people!]
[A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment! How dare those people vandalize the Crown Temple! The Queen of the Crown has done so much for you, can't you even wait a moment?]
[Well, that's understandable, considering we're looking at it from God's perspective... People back then didn't know that the Rachel Queen had exhausted her power to protect them.]
[What a normal Pikachu! Come visit our Donghuang! If we don't worship it like Arceus, I'll change my surname to Jynx!]
[Truly, the "King of Abundance"! With that title on his head, where in the Eastern Empire can't he roam freely? Which farmer wouldn't worship him like a god?]
[Holy crap, can the prison water subdue the Calycerin King and bring it back to Donghuang? We in Donghuang are willing to be its home! We'll build it the biggest temple and offer it the best sacrifices!]
[What are you thinking? This is a legendary spirit of Galar! Don't you Eastern Empires have your own? Why should we give it to you?]
[I don't think you wanted it either... You let it wander alone in the snowfields for hundreds of years, and now you say you want to protect it? Where were you before? Support bringing it back to Donghuang!]
[Exactly! Rather than being forgotten in Galar, why not become a god in the Eastern Empire! We Eastern Empire people may not be good at much else, but we're experts at farming and worshipping gods!]
The direction of the comments was somewhat beyond Cynthia's expectations.
She had expected the comments to be about the abilities and legends of the Lady Crown King, but it turned into a debate and argument between people from the Eastern Empire and Galar regions.
That really does... fit the characteristics of the Internet.
However, these comments also revealed a fact: the abilities of the Queen of the Brilliant Crown are indeed naturally compatible with those of the Eastern Emperors.
The title "King of Abundance" is probably even more effective in the Eastern Empire than that of Arceus.
Cynthia smiled slightly and then scrolled down to read the comments.
Someone raised a key question.
[So, is the video that Prison Water released this time to help Calyrex regain its power? After all, Calyrex's power comes from faith, and the wider the video spreads and the more people know about it, the stronger its faith becomes!]
[That makes sense! No wonder Prison Water suddenly came back to life and updated; it turns out it was for this!]
[Does that mean that every time we watch a video, the Lacecrown King regains one unit of power? I'd be a fan of that a hundred times!]
[I've already watched it three times, please come back, Raiden!]
Cynthia's smile deepened as she looked at the comments.
Of course, she had already thought of this request.
Xia Chi, this guy, hasn't posted a video in so long, and the first one he did was about the Lacecrown.
Others might not see through her little scheme, but how could Cynthia not see it?
The injustice, coupled with the special ability of the Queen of the Raikou... allows her to draw upon the power of faith.
This video is most likely a preparation to help the Queen of the Ridge regain her strength.
Xia Chi never speaks without a purpose.
He has a purpose in everything he does, and posting this video is no exception.
Therefore, Cynthia can almost certainly conclude that Xia Chi may not necessarily take in the Queen of the Crown, but he will definitely bring her back to the Eastern Empire.
As it turned out, Cynthia's judgment of Xia Chi was very accurate.
However, his actions... might be even faster than Cynthia's judgment, resulting in his annihilation.
The video didn't end there; instead, a little Easter egg appeared.
The scene transitioned from pixel art to a realistic setting.
Cynthia paused slightly, her smile fading as she focused her attention back on the screen.
The video prominently features a modern-day Crown Snowfield.
This isn't an aerial photograph or a map; it's a real shot of the Crown Snowfield.
Snowflakes were scattered everywhere, and the wind howled.
Compared to the vibrant spring a thousand years ago, the Crown Snowfield today resembles a forgotten wasteland.
But the camera did not linger on the empty snowfield.
The camera slowly pans down, passing snow-capped mountains, glaciers, and withered forests.
Then, a small tooth appeared on Qi's face.
That was a "Nura".
Cynthia's expression brightened.
No way...
She instinctively sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the screen.
The "Nura" was standing in the snow, looking up at the sky.
Its head was a size larger than a normal Nymph, making it look somewhat comical.
But Cynthia didn't laugh.
Because she saw something different in those eyes.
That's not the look Nyula should have in her eyes.
In those eyes, there was the weight of time, the depth of wisdom, and the desolation of loneliness.
That's the look in the eyes of a Pokémon that has lived for who knows how many years.
That's... the Calyx!
The camera didn't zoom in any further, and there was no narration.
Only Xia Chi's voice softly said, "It's still here, it's always been here."