Knight and Wand

Chapter 368 The Truth
Wake up from sleep.

I opened my eyes, the dark room was silent, and in front of me was a soft and warm embrace.

Feeling that he was being held in Olivia's arms, Leon moved his body.

Although his physical discomfort was not relieved after sleeping, his mental state was somewhat lifted.

That dream was definitely not an ordinary dream. The caster's mind could often capture fragments of information from the dreams of large groups of people, not to mention that the mysterious sound and scene were so clear.
Something is calling me.

He had some speculations in his mind.

At this time, Olivia, who was guarding her lover, also noticed the movement in her arms.

She fumbled for the switch on the wall and turned on the alchemical lamp in the room. She lowered her head and asked worriedly, "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

"Well, how long have I slept?" Leon left the question about his physical condition vague and propped himself up reluctantly.

"About five or six quarters of an hour."

Olivia looked at the clock on the wall. There were many more marks on it than on Avalon's timer, but by comparing it with her own body sensations, she could still tell roughly how much time had passed.

Leon turned over the girl's body and came to the bedside. He bent down and kissed her cheek, and said softly: "You have a good rest. I understand something and I want to verify it."

Olivia nodded. Although she didn't understand, she didn't ask any more questions.

The girl yawned, curled up and closed her eyes. After a series of fierce battles and running around, she was indeed a little sleepy.

Leon left the room, closed the door, and walked towards the passage he came from.

Passing the corner, Leon saw a man pushing a cart not far away gasping in pain from time to time. He frowned slightly, and facing the hunched over respiratory patient, he calmly drew the seal.

Leon's glowing eyes swept over the other person's body, his eyes flickered, and his guess in his mind was 80% certain.

Walking quickly forward, he used the few simple words he had learned earlier in his headphones to ask where the command center of the shelter was.

Following the other party's instructions, Leon walked through the passage and came to the entrance of the command post, and found that there seemed to be a lot more soldiers in the shelter.

A large number of well-equipped brown-armored special warfare soldiers are guarding the elevators and emergency passages.

(Tassa) "Sorry, stop, report."

An officer blocked Leon's way.

Thanks to previous communications, Leon can already understand some common local languages.

"I want to see the commander here." He replied using the communication phrases he learned from the old man.

The officer in special warfare gear nodded, immediately turned on the communicator to make a report, quickly turned around and ordered the soldiers to clear the way, making a gesture of invitation.

Leon followed him into the elevator and arrived at the command center on the upper floor.

The door opened, and dozens of eyes were cast over in the spacious space.

Leon was stunned. The command hall filled with monitors and operating consoles was much busier than he expected, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Dozens of survivors dressed in military uniforms and combat gear surrounded the hall and looked at the two people who were obviously of higher status.

The leader of the soldiers who had led the team to rescue him stood on the periphery as the commander of this shelter. It was obvious that his rank was far inferior to the two in the middle.

At the center of the crowd was an old man with gray hair on his temples. He wore glasses and an elegant and simple gray gown, and his eyes were friendly when he looked at me.

The other person was a woman wearing a military coat and with a cold face. She crossed her arms and looked around, not hiding the suspicion and vigilance in her eyes.

Leon ignored the aggressive gaze and walked straight past.

The special warfare guards nearby stepped forward, but the old man raised his hand and patted the soldier on the shoulder to signal him not to stop him, and took the initiative to greet him.

"My name is Rousseau. Nice to meet you, messenger of the ancient god. I just arrived here and had planned to meet you after you had rested enough."

The white-haired old man smiled kindly and revealed his identity.

Listening to the slightly awkward Lorelit language, Leon realized that the other party was the leader of the survivors on the other end of the communicator. He politely touched his chest to express his gratitude.

"You can call me 'Leon'. Thank you for helping me out of this difficult situation, but please don't call me a messenger. My wife and I encountered an accident and were dragged into your world. We are just knights from a foreign land."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind the old man. "Are you from another planet? What do you want this time? Are you going to use evil magic to take away our remaining souls?"

The female officer spoke Lorelit even more fluently than the old man, but her impolite question made Leon frown.

"No matter what misunderstanding this lady has, my wife and I are ordinary humans. We have no interest in so-called souls. Besides, it was you who brought me here, not me who took the initiative to find you." Leon didn't know why the other party's hostility was so obvious, but he remained calm.

The old man named Rousseau's face froze with embarrassment. He turned around and asked sternly. The female officer's mouth twitched and she stopped talking.

Rousseau sighed and apologized to Leon: "Please don't mind her extreme attitude. My companion has served in the army of this country and witnessed the extremely evil deception and betrayal. Let's talk somewhere else."

Leon waved his hand: "We can talk about other things later, but there are some things that I need to confirm immediately, and I need your permission and cooperation."

Rousseau adjusted the frame of his glasses and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"I may know the truth about the 'respiratory disease'. I need to verify my speculation on the patients." Leon replied calmly.

A look of surprise appeared on Rousseau's old face.

The female officer also looked over again.

"Are you saying that there is a way to cure respiratory diseases?" The old man's wrists trembled slightly with excitement.

However, Leon shook his head frankly.

"I don't know how to cure respiratory diseases, I just say... maybe I know the cause of the mass extinction of this world."

Rousseau's expression became serious: "How do you want us to cooperate?"

"Please provide a volunteer who is sick. It would be best if the symptoms are severe enough. I will verify my speculation under your supervision." Leon replied.

Without any pretense or hesitation, Rousseau immediately turned around and gave a serious order to the commander of the shelter.

After a while, the door opened and several soldiers entered the hall carrying a stretcher on which lay a middle-aged man who was almost dying and unconscious.

The soldiers faithfully carried out the order. This was a survivor who was about to finish his life in the isolation room. Once he died, the soldiers would burn his body to prevent him from turning into a corpse.

There was no trace of sadness on the faces of the survivors present. People had seen scenes like this too many times in the past three years, whether on strangers, familiar relatives and family members, or tens of thousands or even hundreds of millions of their own kind.

Having witnessed how the race is gradually going extinct and civilization is dying, the survivors have become numb to life and death.

Leon walked to the stretcher, squatted down and looked at the patient who was breathing weakly and sweating profusely.

He grasped the other person's wrist, drew a seal, and placed his fingertips on his forehead.

The golden one-eyed demon pattern appeared on Leon's forehead.

The people around were surprised by the light and lines that appeared on Leon's forehead, and couldn't help whispering.

Leon was focused. He was not trying to transfer the remaining magic power in his body, but to reverse the structure of the magic transmission technique, like some evil spell, carefully absorbing the life energy on the other side of the link.

His perception penetrated into the patient's body, and Leon immediately sensed an extremely thin surge of energy in the patient's blood and tortured and failing organs.

Sure enough.

With a thought, a trace of energy like a micro-stream immediately entered Leon's body under the guidance of magic power.

In just one second, he had drained the scarce strength from the other person's body. Leon quickly disconnected the spell and observed the patient's reaction. The man on the stretcher, who was barely breathing, had his chest rising and falling visibly, and his breathing became much more stable.

After a while, the man who seemed to have been burned and fell into a deep coma, woke up and opened his eyes.

(Tassa) "I am water. Water."

The patient looked pale and confused as he asked for help with difficulty.

A commotion suddenly broke out among the survivors. Several soldiers hurried forward, took off the water bottles around their waists, and fed the dying patients.

Rousseau's old face could not hide his ecstasy.

"You saved him! Can you cure this terrible disease?!" The old man's voice began to tremble, and he began to believe in his prophetic dream more and more.

The female officer not far away was also moved.

She walked over quickly, squatted down and examined the patient's pupils and teeth to confirm whether there were any signs of blood-relatedness or mutation.

Then, the female officer looked at Leon with a suspicious look.

But Leon shook his head at the two people with excited eyes.

"Unfortunately, I can't really cure him. This can only alleviate his pain. It won't be long before he suffers from the same 'symptoms' again."

"Why?" Rousseau's joy suddenly changed and he was very puzzled.

The female officer seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and her attitude changed drastically: "Please tell us the truth you know. We don't have much now, but as long as it is what you need, I will definitely find it for you! No matter what it costs! As long as I can cure this damn terminal disease!"

Leon turned to look at the woman and shook his head, saying, "I don't need any price. It's okay to tell you directly. Just think of it as a way to thank Mr. Rousseau for his previous help."

But after he stood up, he asked the two again: "Have you never found out the source of the respiratory disease?"

"Your Excellency, are you referring to the 'doomsday factor' that fills the patient's body?" Rousseau asked solemnly.

Hearing this, Leon raised his eyebrows: "So you know that it is a special element that causes respiratory diseases? Then why didn't you take some measures against it?"

The female officer straightened up and asked her subordinates to take care of the awakened patient. Her expression was extremely grim. "Measures? Ha, three years ago, when international scholars first discovered this 'factor' in nature, people even called it the greatest discovery of this era, until the cloudy sky phenomenon and the respiratory disease it caused swept the world overnight.

I don't know how other countries reacted, but the last remaining great scholar in my home country tried every possible means to interfere with this element in the patient's body before he died.

It seems that it has existed in all matter since it appeared in the world. Even in a vacuum with all the air sucked out, the 'doomsday factor' still exists. We can't even physically isolate it."

She gritted her teeth and looked at the patient who was helped to sit up and drink water with difficulty. She calmed down a little and asked Leon tentatively: "Can the magical spell you just performed remove the viral factors that cause respiratory diseases?"

Leon sighed, nodded and explained the truth.

"Where I live, this thing doesn't have such a scary name, and it's not a virus. Spellcasters like me call that basic element 'magic element'. It is one of the indispensable energies that almost all life in my world relies on for survival.

So, I can't cure the so-called respiratory disease, because it is not a disease. If you have to compare it, your current situation is like an aquatic animal thrown onto land and unable to breathe, or vice versa, a land animal thrown into deep water. "

After hearing Leon's explanation, Rousseau was stunned into silence and fell into deep thought.

Leon waited patiently for them to digest his words, while looking at the chests and abdomens of the survivors around him.

If what he expected was correct, the organs of these very few survivors who were able to adapt to the magic element might have already mutated, producing some organs similar to those in their own bodies that could absorb and utilize the magic element.

And the hundreds of thousands of sick survivors who have been struggling with illness for the past three years and are still alive are probably the group that failed to evolve in the fierce physical mutation.

But compared to the billions of their own kind who had already died when the magic element appeared and were unable to resist the drastic changes in the environment, both the hundreds of thousands of people who were still lingering on, and the few thousand individuals who had adapted to the environment, were already extremely lucky.

(Tasa language) "Damn vampires, damn alien cults, they must have spread this magic into this world!"

The female officer lowered her eyes angrily and clenched her palms tightly.

Suddenly, she realized something and looked at Leon quickly.

"Since you come from a world with these magic elements, isn't there any way to eliminate them? How can we dispel these elements that shouldn't exist in this world?"

Leon was helpless and continued to clarify: "I have no way to dispel the magic element in this world, even if the magic element here is very thin compared to where I came from. As you know, even in a vacuum with the atmosphere drained out, the magic element still exists. It is not a gas, or even a substance in the general sense. It exists in other substances. Moreover, even if the magic element can be cleared, you can no longer survive in an absolute 'theoretical vacuum'."

"Sir Leon, if the magic element has never appeared in our world before, then where did it come from?" Rousseau suddenly raised his head and speculated calmly in his old voice: "Can I understand that some evil things from your world opened some kind of channel in our world, which caused the magic element to flow here?"

Leon pondered for a moment and looked at the old man: “Actually, the truth I want to tell you is even more cruel.”

Rousseau's cheek twitched slightly when he heard this.

Leon continued: "I have no evidence to prove the speculation I am about to say, but judging from what I have experienced in the past, this is probably closer to the truth. The reason why magic element appears in your world is not because of any channel.

It's your world.
Falling into the plane I came from.

No, to be more precise, I didn't actually leave the 'astral plane' I was in.

It is you, along with this planet under your feet, and perhaps even a part of the outer space, that have come to the realm where I live."

The many magical terms in the Lorelit language made it difficult for the old man and the female officer to understand, but they soon figured out the meaning of what Leon said.

"What is the basis for your inference?" the old man asked in shock.

The planet under our feet is no longer in the original universe?
This shocked Rousseau even more than the extinction of billions of his own people in three years.

Leon sighed. The fact that he and Olivia could appear in this world in the flesh was a proof in itself.

Traveling through the void is not an easy task, but opening a boundary channel in the same space and time, although equally difficult, is undoubtedly much simpler than the former.

Judging from the differences in the laws of physics, perhaps this planet has not yet completely fallen into its own astral plane, but it is probably not far away.
"I once fought against a powerful enemy called 'Spirit Demons'. They also set up the same magic ritual in my world that could awaken the dead. They tried to use some means to pull an extraterritorial plane into our world, but my army and I thwarted their plan. Of course, it seems that we haven't completely stopped them now.

I saw the same ritual altar core before in the territory of those blood-sucking undead."

Leon explained as simply as possible.

"Now I can only guess that the powerful space-time spells of those demons are still being performed in the two realms. The only way I can think of to save you is to find those demons as soon as possible, exile them once again, and completely destroy the ritual of merging the planes."

Having said this, Leon paused.

There were some things he didn't know whether he should say.

Even if he destroyed the magic, Leon was not sure what fate the world would face.

Is it stuck in the state of intersection, or can it be restored to its original state and return to the original astral plane?

But in any case, letting the devil's plan run wild is obviously not a wise move, which is more related to whether he and Olivia can return home safely.

Leon put aside his concerns for the moment and looked at the two people in front of him who had not yet recovered from the shocking truth.

"Mr. Rousseau, I suspect that the 'Blood God Skoosh' you mentioned is one of the great enemies I once fought against. Can you provide me with the myths here and all the abnormal intelligence before and after the disaster? Those evil demons are our common enemies."

After this long speech, Leon felt dizzy again.

He endured the discomfort and said to Rousseau without revealing his feelings, "If possible, please take me to your larger shelter. I cannot cure the respiratory disease caused by magic element in your people, but I can absorb the energy in the patients' bodies and alleviate their pain."

Of course, more importantly, the magic energy accumulated in these people's bodies is his only means to restore his strength as quickly as possible.

In the original world, absorbing the magic essence from ordinary living beings at will is undoubtedly an evil method that harms people's lives.

But here, I am saving others and myself.

(End of this chapter)