Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1497 - 1058: Smash Your World-Ending Surge

Chapter 1497: Chapter 1058: Smash Your World-Ending Surge

In the pitch-black Void, there was a small spherical Plane, drifting alone in the emptiness.

Typically, small Planes are irregular in shape; only those massive Prime Material Planes, reaching hydrostatic equilibrium, take on a spherical form.

Thus, this small Plane bore signs of artificial reshaping, though its surface revealed nothing obvious. Unknown vegetation grew densely over it, wrapping it into a thick forest, making it appear as just another unremarkable plant-based Plane.

At this moment, deep within the forest, large swaths of vegetation had fallen, revealing a massive Array. Elements were circulating within the Array, capturing information from the distant Void.

Following the Array downward, all the way to the Plane’s center, there lay a colossal multi-layered spatial structure. Numerous Arrays, giant pillars, and iron chains stabilized the space firmly.

At the very center, perpendicular to the direction of the Array, a thick iron chain hung suspended, holding a massive iron sphere in its precise middle.

From the cracks in the iron sphere, powerful Energy Waves were leaking outward, accompanied by agonized wails: "So painful—release me—pain—kill them—all of them—"

However, everyone seemed accustomed to the wailing, each busy with their own tasks—some adjusting the Arrays, others inspecting parameters, and still others modifying coordinate plots.

In front of the coordinate plot, a tall shadowy figure stood. Its entire body was wrapped in a cloak, its eyes closed tightly.

On the coordinate plot, one glowing point was encircled in white light, while another rapidly moving point was encircled in red light. The red glow was advancing quickly toward the white glow, nearly overlapping.

Despite this, the tall cloaked figure remained unresponsive. Finally, one of its subordinates couldn’t hold back and spoke up: "Lord of the North Crown, the World-Ending Surge is about to hit its target, my Lord?"

It took several calls before the shadowy figure stirred, its entire presence suddenly becoming ’alive,’ as though its soul had just been injected into it. A troubled voice emanated from the shadow: "It hasn’t hit yet, has it? Why are you calling me so early? Are you seriously worried that the World-Ending Surge will miss its target?"

The subordinate, a tall creature similarly cloaked, though corporeal and not a shadow, stood with the garment draped tightly around its body. From a distance, it resembled a wax candle.

Hearing the Lord’s words, the subordinate responded grimly, "But at such a critical moment, if you’re absent, what if...? What if it misses the target? What then?"

"Bah! A Surge capable of shattering an entire Plane—who could possibly block it? Ridiculous." The Lord of the North Crown retorted irritably, though its consciousness had now shifted—focused entirely on the coordinate plot, watching the two points draw ever closer.

Using this opportunity, the subordinate curiously asked, "My Lord, why are we suddenly attacking the Death Wasteland? There’s nothing there. Wouldn’t attacking it be a waste of the Surge’s destructive power?"

Apparently, in the subordinate’s view, the Undead City, which housed tens of thousands of intelligent Undead creatures, amounted to "nothing."

The Lord replied, "How could there be nothing? There’s a pile of artifacts from the Origin, and fragments of the Plane Consciousness. I plan to drive out the fragment of the Plane Consciousness."

"Then what?" the subordinate asked.

"Then? It will instinctively seek out a new vessel. I’ve arranged for the Glass Dragon to drag the Omniscient God’s Divine Body over. When the fragment sees a body capable of harboring it, it will instinctively embed itself into it." The Lord said with absolute confidence.

"But what if? What if it doesn’t embed itself? Then what?" the subordinate questioned.

The Lord became exasperated: "Why are there so many ’what ifs’? You’re far too pessimistic. Can’t you think positively for once?"

The subordinate shook its head, "I can’t. You’ve duped me too many times. Last time, you said we wouldn’t be late, but then we were late, the teleportation window closed, and we ended up Flying for ten months to get back. And the time before, you said the experiment was perfectly safe and had me try it out—then the experiment failed, half my body was blown off, and I spent a month recovering. And the time before that..."

"Alright, alright, if it doesn’t embed itself, I’ll personally go over and force it in. Happy?" The Lord begrudgingly compromised.

But honestly, with a boss like this, what subordinate could remain optimistic? Not being conned to death should already count as having a durable fate.

Confused, the subordinate asked, "The Death Wasteland has existed for hundreds of years. You never had designs on it before; why suddenly target the Plane Consciousness fragment now?"

The Lord awkwardly replied, "Wasn’t it because of the Omniscient God before? The plan was to sacrifice both the Omniscient God and his followers to birth a new Plane Consciousness. But my plan was ruined by some unknown interloper, who even tore away half of the Undying Divine Fire. I had no choice but to settle for the fragments instead."

"Who would dare disrupt your plans? The Omniscient Plane was a project you prepared for centuries. Anyone who sabotaged it—let’s hunt them down, splinter them to pieces, then slowly reassemble them!" The subordinate said fiercely.

The Lord awkwardly laughed: "Heh—heh..."

"What’s wrong? That idea doesn’t sit well with you?" the subordinate asked in confusion.

"Let it go, let it go—this person didn’t do it on purpose. We’ll spare them for now." The Lord replied reluctantly.

The subordinate blinked. It knew its boss far too well. To have a centuries-long plan destroyed and not seek revenge? Impossible.

The only reason for such a concession wouldn’t be whether the sabotage was intentional or not, but rather that the interloper was extremely powerful—so strong that the Lord dared not provoke them, and thus wouldn’t pursue the matter further.

Hiss—strength so overwhelming that even the Lord of the North Crown dared not provoke?

As their conversation reached this point, the red-ringed point on the coordinate plot began flashing increasingly rapidly. The distance between the red and white-ringed points was now minuscule—they were about to overlap completely. The Lord fell silent, focusing entirely on the points, awaiting the moment of convergence.

Beep... beep... beep... beep—the closer the points, the more urgent the alarm became. At the precise moment of overlap, the short beeps turned into one long: BEEEEEP—

The red-ringed point vanished.

After waiting a moment, the Lord turned inquisitively to the subordinate: "Is the coordinate plot broken?"

When the red and white-ringed points converged, both should have disappeared simultaneously. Yet now, the red-ringed point had vanished, while the white-ringed point continued to flash in place.

The subordinate floated forward, banging on the Array twice. "It’s not broken."

"Then why is the Death Wasteland still there?" the Lord asked.

The subordinate shrugged, "I don’t know. Could it be... one of those ’what ifs’?"

"What if, my foot." The Lord cursed, closing its eyes to send its consciousness toward a specific location: "Elarafate, are you still at the Death Wasteland? Look back—does the Death Wasteland still exist?"

Elarafate’s intention came through from its Transparent Dragon soul, and its emotions were noticeably flustered, its intention stuttering as if frightened: "L-Lord of the North Crown! A humanoid creature... wielding a hammer... smashed your World-Ending Surge to bits!"