inspire-indiana Chapter 1493 Big Mouth Needs Help
Chapter 1493 Big Mouth Needs Help
Chapter 1493 Big Mouth Needs Help
Ang also has the Tree of All Realms. The little sapling has always been the one that is cared for in the team. It never needs to take action in direct combat, so in everyone's mind, it is just a delicate little sapling wrapped around Ang's head.
Because of the preconceived notion of the sapling, when people saw the little tree person, they also felt that it was the kind that needed to be protected. In addition, it was driven out of its original body and could not use the power of its original body. Moreover, most of the power of its original body was absorbed by the Guman snake, which led to its sickness.
However, the true Tree of Myriad Realms is the void origin that supports all realms, a powerful creature on par with the Divine Star. The Ancient Mantis is not even in the same league as it.
If it hadn't parasitized it when it was very young, the giant mantis would never have grown into what it is today.
The Myriad Realms Divine Tree, which everyone thought needed to be protected, suddenly unleashed its power and killed four Star Lords on its own, shocking everyone.
The king was shocked and reviewed the situation. He realized that even he, facing an attack from the Myriad Realms Divine Tree at close range, probably didn't have any particularly good solutions and could only watch helplessly as he was destroyed.
"The attack range is too large, and the intensity is too high. We can't dodge it, and we can't withstand it either. It's difficult to deal with," the king said.
“What’s so difficult about it? The little tree-man isn’t an enemy, it won’t attack you,” Negris said, puzzled.
The king glanced at it and said slowly, "I was not an enemy of the God of Life before, but I never set foot in its forest. The strong do not stand in places that are threatening, otherwise they will easily become dead."
"Oh dear, then you'll become a dead man?" The implication was that if he were dead, he wouldn't be a strong man anymore.
The king laughed and said, "You're asking for it."
He gave it a good whack on the head from afar. This little fat dragon, it's one thing to tease Ang, but it actually dared to mock him.
After the brief incident, Anthony also said, "The Guman snake is far inferior to it. If no one restrains it, the Guman snake will not be able to hit its target at all. A Star Lord can kill it."
Ulsman also said, "Yes, it's because it's too weak that we misjudged the strength of the Tree of Myriad Realms. I suspect that even if the Silent Dead Sea is dragged over, it can still stop it. The Tree of Myriad Realms has enough strength to protect itself. Our plan needs to be revised."
“Yes, the plan needs to be revised.” Anthony grabbed his hair in frustration.
The plan has already begun, so it can't be changed so easily. Initially, everyone was worried that the planet would be detonated, so they started migrating intelligent beings from various planes. Now, the migration is almost complete.
Long-distance migration was by no means an easy task, and could even be a serious crime, because the most severe punishment besides the death penalty was exile.
Moreover, they were being exiled across dimensions and realms, and who knows how many people would die along the way.
Fortunately, Ang has a bunch of purification and healing spells, which can at least ensure that everyone has clean drinking water and food, and can also treat external injuries and falls. As long as these two things are done well, the mortality rate can be reduced by 90%.
But tens of thousands of people still died on the way, enduring countless hardships, and finally arrived at a 'barren' dimensional space.
The Azure Dimension is extremely large and is an enclosed structure, with all land facing the center point, fully bathed in sunlight, maximizing land utilization, and easily accommodating hundreds of billions of intelligent beings.
However, no matter how large the space is, it is still a closed space. At its center is an aging, decaying god star, lifeless and incomparable to the material plane illuminated by a prime-age god star.
Fortunately, thanks to Ang's constant adjustments, the elements were perfectly balanced, the temperature was suitable, and the species were abundant, creating a vibrant and thriving world that offset the decline of the planet.
Everyone has gone through so much to get here and is working hard to build a new home. Now you're telling them the plans have changed? Only a headless zombie can deliver this message, otherwise you'll blow their heads off.
"We can't move the people back now, so we can only dig up more things and send them over to enrich the resources of the dimensional space. We'll close the space portal later," Anthony said.
“Close it? Anyway, the little tree people can already protect themselves, so let’s not close the spatial passage. Let the flow continue between the two sides, and maybe most of them will flow back on their own,” Negris said.
Anthony smiled wryly and said, "Is this a return flow? You've turned this into a major screening."
"Huh? What great selection?" Negris was stunned. Weren't they talking about migration? How did it get involved in selection?
Anthony said helplessly, "Everyone only brought their personal belongings when they migrated. Now that they've arrived at their new place and finally settled down, if the spatial passage remains open and allows for return, who would go back?"
The topic jumped too far, and Negris stood there, unsure how to respond.
Anthony didn't wait for its reply and continued, "Young, strong, with businesses, connections, land, and influence in their original places, these people will go back immediately."
“Those poor people, those without land or assets, have all been allocated land here. Would they be willing to give up the land they just acquired and go back to their original plane to be poor again? Those who are old, weak, or sick, they have finally made it here. If they were to go back again, they might really die on the way.”
"The final outcome will be that the rich, nobles, and young and strong will return to their original plane, while the poor and the sick will remain, and the void will split directly into two worlds."
"On one side are the wealthy class who have assets but do not engage in production, owning vast amounts of land but with no one to cultivate it; on the other side are the poor who have just acquired land but do not know how to organize themselves. Much of the knowledge and professions that were only passed down among the rich and noble have disappeared, and civilization has regressed..."
At this point, Negris scratched his head in frustration: "Is it really that complicated? Do you have to think about things in such detail when making plans? It's just a migration, isn't it enough to just move people there safely? Do you have to consider things like social structure and class differentiation?"
Anthony shrugged: "Of course we have to consider it. Whether a world will descend into chaos depends first on food, and second on this. Social structures must match productivity, otherwise chaos will ensue."
Hearing this, Ursman interjected, "I'd like to see what changes and disagreements will occur between the two worlds after this division. Anyway, with us here, no one will die no matter how chaotic things get. Even if someone does die, they can just be reborn as an undead creature."
Anthony blinked, looking somewhat tempted, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's go to the extreme and not let them choose for themselves. We'll screen them, send the rich, nobles and property owners back, and keep the poor. Let's see who develops better in the end, or who collapses first."
Seeing Anthony make his decision, Negris breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to skip this headache-inducing problem. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Ang look up and say, "Big Mouth wants help."