Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1096 - 1096 660 I Understand This

Chapter 1096: Chapter 660: I Understand This Chapter 1096: Chapter 660: I Understand This Elf Queen, Dwarf King, Tyrone, and a few others gathered around, curiously examining Alba on the ground. Elf Queen Galadriel asked even more curiously, “Is this what a chaos creature looks like?”

“It looks so tough. It resisted the combined attack of two mourners and it’s still breathing? Did it not shatter into fragnts because Dark Wing absorbed the main attack?” Emperor Niro crouched down, poked her cheek, and found it soft.

The bones beneath must have already turned to dust, yet she still hadn’t died but was glaring sideways at Tyrone, trying to see who was poking her.

Copperhamr Dwarven King asked curiously, “A chaos creature? Isn’t this a fallen angel? How did it beco a chaos creature?”

No sooner had he spoken than Copper Hamr sharply realized, and questioned, “Do you know sothing I don’t? Anthony, did you secretly tell the elves sothing but didn’t tell us dwarves? This isn’t right. You’ve violated the intelligence-sharing agreent of the Planar Security Conference.”

Anthony responded with a helpless wry smile and spread his hands, “It wasn’t .”

On Ange’s shoulder, God of Life erged and slowly said, “It was who told the elves, do you have a problem with that?”

Copper Hamr’s entire expression froze. After God of Life finished speaking, he then awkwardly chuckled, “No, no, hello God of Life, hello, hehe, Dwarf King Copper Hamr greets you.”

“Nice to et you too, Copper Hamr? Dwarves changed their king again? What was the na of the previous dwarf king? It seems it was Copper Skin…” God of Life muttered, then retreated back.

Copper Hamr was embarrassed, as Dwarf King Copper Skin was a renowned na in dwarven history, a hero from at least ten thousand years ago, his twenty-eighth-generation ancestor.

Why bring up such a distant ancestor? Doesn’t it make it difficult to have a proper conversation?

Anthony, fearing Copper Hamr might feel awkward, hurriedly started to explain, “This isn’t exactly a secret. I was planning to inform everyone, but there hasn’t been ti. Let’s use this opportunity to update everyone.”

“Outside the master plane where we are, there are many master planes like ours, such as the one that launched Faith Storm at us. We refer to it as the Star Burst Plane, which is also a master plane.”

“A so-called master plane is a plane that maintains elental balance and can independently create life. Such planes, together with abysses where elents are unbalanced and life cannot be generated, form a world.”

“Different worlds, revolving around a point, are evenly distributed on a circular plane. The very center of this plane is called the Chaos Plane, and these chaos angels co from the Chaos Plane, which is the center of many worlds like ours.”

While Anthony explained, Tyrone gestured around, growing increasingly incorrect, and quickly interjected, “Wait, wait, Anthony, you said they’re spread across a plane? And evenly distributed? Are there none above and below?”

Anthony glanced at Drosa, who had inford him of these matters, and whether it was exactly so, he couldn’t confirm himself.

Drosa answered, “Yes, there are none above or below, only concentrated on a single plane.”

“That ans, at least two forces must be restricting them to maintain the planes on a single plane. If the Chaos Plane is the center, then it has a pulling force, but since the planes aren’t pulled into it, there’s another outward force maintaining balance. These two forces interact over ti, causing the planes to be evenly distributed.”

As Tyrone spoke, he used magic to conjure an illusion, with each point representing a plane. Large points represented the Master Plane, smaller points represented the abyss, and clusters of points represented a world.

Dozens of worlds revolved around a massive circle, representing the Chaos Plane.

Tyrone frowned for a mont, then took out his communicator and said, “Hiludi, find my Astrology Tower students and bring them here.”

Soon after, Hiludi opened a Space Gate, and out walked seven or eight mages of varying ages. Initially confused, their heads shrunk like quails when they saw a gathering of impressive figures.

Tyrone, unconcerned with their feelings, quickly assigned tasks. So began flipping through books, others started calculations, so initiated simulations, and when critical paraters were needed, he even consulted Drosa. For calculations of imnse volu, he had Negris assist.

Soon, the final data was computed, and Tyrone adjusted the simulated results. “At the center of the Chaos Plane, there is a powerful gravitational source, attracting all planes. The planes orbit the Chaos Plane, creating centrifugal force, and these two forces reach a balance.”

“Wherever there is imbalance, it will inevitably move towards balance. Thus, there are no things above or below, only on this plane, which is uniformly distributed because imbalanced parts get rolled together,” he explained.

Negris hesitantly said, “You make it sound very systematic, but these are all your conjectures, are there any theoretical bases?”

“Theoretical bases? Based on the Astrology Study’s principle of Void Evolution,” Tyrone answered.

“Void Evolution principle? I’ve never heard of it. Who wrote it?” Negris asked, puzzled, noting even the God of Knowledge hadn’t heard of it.

“I made it up. It hasn’t been published yet. I’m still writing it,” Tyrone said, patting his chest.

All who were listening nearly slipped, and Negris exclaid angrily, “You bastard, you’re trying to fool us with sothing you made up? Without validation, how can we know if it’s true or false?”

Tyrone scratched his head awkwardly. Although he was confident in his Void Evolution principle, it was indeed unverified, and using it in such a crucial scenario was sowhat excessive. But it was such a perfect opportunity, and he felt uneasy not showing off a bit.

“No, I can prove it. These calculations by the master are correct. Based on my many years of observation, all phenona can be corroborated by these results. So, there’s a high probability these calculations are accurate,” Drosa directly addressed Tyrone as a master.

After finishing, Drosa asked incredulously, “You’ve never been to the Chaos Plane? You deduced all this through astrology?”

After receiving a definitive answer, Drosa suddenly exclaid, “I see now. The Serpent of Misfortune, the God of Life, the Dragon God—none have made their move. You haven’t put forth your full effort against a group of Chaotic Holy Spirits. If we had the sa power, none of us Chaos Ancient Gods would likely withstand your crusades.”

“Perhaps it’s because the Chaos Mist is so abundant that we can easily obtain enough power to survive and grow, so we really don’t need tactics or combat strategies. That’s why our battles are very simplistic, without so many combinations,” he added.

Hearing Drosa’s exclamations, the Dwarven King nodded and uttered a term unrelated to his persona: “Hmm, Resource Curse, I understand that.”