Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 961: Chapter 533: I Will Not Surrender, Kill Me Chapter 961: Chapter 533: I Will Not Surrender, Kill Me On the ground, Negris and the others were intently watching the battle. When Ange’s light wings propelled him toward Arambrough, Negris exclaimed subconsciously, “A moth!”

The mural of the Purple Skeleton Titan, Kvada, was not done in an abstract style but in a realistic one, with the massive flame flow from the light wings resembling a pair of gigantic wings.

Long ago, Negris had been puzzled by the battle stance of the six-winged archangel, because six wings are biologically and aerodynamically unreasonable—how could six wings fly without getting tangled up?

Even if they didn’t tangle, it still didn’t make sense. Did all the wings flap together in unison, or did they move asynchronously, with the front and the back wings flapping out of sync? If they moved in unison, given the volume of the wings, there would be no space except to stack them on top of each other.

If they moved asynchronously, then the airflow would become chaotic and would not help with acceleration but rather cause deceleration.

Negris had even seen depictions of twelve-winged archangels in some knight novels. Were those still angels? Or were they just people with a dozen flying wings attached?

It wasn’t until he realized that six-winged angels only have one pair of true wings and the rest are light wings that it all made sense, “Even the Gods of Light couldn’t possibly design a holy spirit so brain-dead that it gets tangled up in its own six limbs.”

But even if four pairs were light wings, it still didn’t solve another of his doubts: what was the use of light wings? Flapping them? The effectiveness of flapping light wings wasn’t great, and maintaining them consumed a lot of energy. Were they just for show?