It indeed is a chimaera, a monster of monsters the Chosen have seen or fought. All the strong ones, all the ones they knew somehow. So much data, and such a very loud scream. Ken laughs until the sound eventually turns to heaving sobs. Then he is simply screaming through the blood falling in rivulets down his neck.
The Digimon lunges for the Chosen. They scatter and the little Armor levels counterattack. All Takeru can hear is Patamon crying.
The others are thrown aside like rag dolls. Digmon tries to fire his drills. They hit the sand and hiss out of existence.
Fladramon, however, is not deterred. "Ryo helped us beat your face in once Millenniummon," he shouts, voice strong and even despite the quaking of pain in his knees. "I'm with Daisuke, so we can do it again!"
But it's Patamon, Takeru thinks. Millenniummon is using Patamon.
That doesn't matter if they can't stop him, can't keep him here.
The chimaera laughs long and loud. "I'm certain you'll try. But not before I bring him back to me. My partner, my friend." The haunting eyes lock on Takeru. "Unless you want to take his place."
"This is all I've ever wanted after all, Takeru."