Sky City

"Then why didn't you simply take the Star Core out of the floating city and carry it with you? Wouldn't that let you leave this island?"

After listening to Puvela's account, Artur beside him could not help asking.

However, after the words left his mouth, what awaited him was not Puvela's explanation, but the other party's strange, faintly disdainful gaze.

What kind of look was that? Was he wrong?

"Artur, shut up. When we return to the territory, copy every book on the uses of High-level Magic Materials for me." Feeling embarrassed, Roland rebuked him irritably.

What was a Star Core? It was the core of an entire plane. Only medium-to-large demiplanes exceeding several million square kilometers could possibly form one. By energy content alone, even gods could not compare.

With so much energy contained within it, its volume and weight were easy to imagine. Even the lowest-grade Star Core weighed at least tens of thousands of tons.

At that weight, let alone Puvela, who was merely a Legendary War Puppet, even Zarick, a God Kingdom level expert, could not lift it through sheer strength without using his divine kingdom.

Artur's words were no less foolish than saying, "No money? Then why don't you carry a bank with you when you go out?"

Realizing he had misspoken, Artur instinctively shrank his head and silently retreated toward the back of the crowd, hoping to evade Roland's punishment. As one of the territory's upper ranks, he knew full well how deep its current knowledge reserves were. Books introducing materials were the most numerous; copying them all would take at least one or two years.

Unfortunately, O'Neal gave him no chance at all. Throwing an arm around him, he said with a smiling face:

"Legion Commander Artur, the territory has a total of