Knight and Wand

Chapter 369 Savior
Lying on the quiet bed in the isolation room, Barry felt that every breath was a difficult battle.

The air seemed to become extremely heavy, squeezing into the lungs with difficulty and then exhaled slowly, bringing with it endless fatigue.

My chest felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock. My heartbeat became irregular, my vision blurred, and the walls of the silent isolation room became unreal and distant.

He knew that his life was slipping away like the sand in an hourglass.

After three years of struggling with his survival instinct, he wanted to reach out and grab something, but his limbs felt as heavy as lead and he could hardly move even a finger.

Barry thought that after sadly sending his wife and children away, he would not be afraid being alone. He thought he had been waiting for this moment.

But when death seemed to drown him like a tide and he was slowly swallowed by despair, tears still appeared in his eyes.

He did not hate his companions for pushing him alone into the ward, because he knew how evil and hateful people would become after death.

But his attachment to life made Barry mutter the name of the ancient gods, begging for mercy and release.
A beam of light suddenly lit up in the dark vision.

What is that?
An inexplicable warmth flows through my whole body.

The pain of torture is disappearing
The already blurred vision only caught a glimpse of a pair of dark eyes that shone with a holy white light.

The golden lines on it resemble a third eye.
That is the ancient Suweir totem.
God of Dawn
Putting down the wrist of the patient who was slowly waking up, Leon felt the magic energy replenished in his body. The discomfort that had become more and more severe over time was also slightly relieved.

Among the critically ill patients rescued, this is the seventeenth and also the last seriously ill patient here.

He made way to allow the survivors of mild illness whose magic essence had been extracted to look after the recovered patients, while in his mind he estimated the amount of magic essence that entered his body.

If the magic energy in a normal person's body is compared to a magic pool with a value of 100, then the magic energy in the bodies of these seriously ill respiratory patients is only an amount that fluctuates around 0.1.

As for patients with mild symptoms who are not yet terminally ill, there are even fewer.

This resulted in the magic energy he absorbed from ordinary patients being less than the magic energy consumed in casting spells.

Drawing power from each one in such a way that the cost was not enough made Leon realize that he had to find a way to increase the energy exchange ratio.

Leaving the isolation room, Leon sighed, feeling emotional in his heart that the magic element with such a thin density and such an inert activity, after penetrating into all things in this world, actually became a doomsday poison that exterminated all living beings in this other dimension.

In this sudden environmental change, countless creatures perished before they had time to adapt and evolve. If what the survivors said is true, then on this land, only a very small number of lucky humans, animals and plants that survived the physical mutation, and those blood monsters that were transformed into undead can continue to survive.

But if the situation continues, as the degree of plane intersection increases, the concentration of magic in this world is likely to continue to rise until all surviving beings are completely killed.
Leon walked out of the ward while thinking, then stopped and looked at the female officer waiting outside.

The other party seemed to want to say something but stopped talking several times, and his eyes seemed particularly urgent.

"Ma'am, do you have anything to say?" Leon asked.

"My name is Sasha, and I apologize for my previous attitude, Messenger."

Her voice was no longer so tough and alert, as if she had transformed from a soldier to an ordinary woman.

"I told you, you don't have to call me that, just call me Leon. Do you need my help?"

Leon saw the reason for the other party's sudden change in attitude, and instantly guessed it in his mind.

Under the current circumstances, there is probably no other reason why the other party would ask for help from me.

"I...I beg you to save my child as soon as possible. I am willing to pay any price for it." Witnessing that the foreigner Rousseau mentioned had indeed relieved the pain of a large number of patients, Sasha lowered her head and begged in shame.

Leon shrugged, "I don't need any price. Mutual assistance is the basis of cooperation. Moreover, we have a common enemy. Without further ado, you should arrange a vehicle to take me and my companions there as soon as possible." After that, he reminded, "Not only your children, but all the survivors I can reach, I will lend a helping hand, but this requires a spacious enough place, and some... how to describe it, some simple alchemical materials.

I don't know if your world exists, I will write a list, please help me collect similar things, I will try to use some means to collectively "heal" people, the efficiency of treating them one by one is too low. "

"Understood! I'll get to it right away." After receiving the response, Sasha's expression suddenly became extremely excited. She straightened her body and performed a strange military salute with her wrist raised.

"I will never forget your kindness." The female soldier vowed.

Leon didn't say anything, but just politely returned the chivalry.

Although it is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure, it can dispel the pain of respiratory diseases and has won the trust of local survivors.

It is always more reliable to cooperate with humans who seem to be closer to similar races in this world than to cooperate with those blood descendants who commit beastly acts.

Separated from the other party temporarily, Leon took advantage of the free time to go back to the officers' dormitory to sort out his thoughts.

On the way back, the survivors on both sides of the passage seemed to have a lot more energy. They almost put down their work and kept greeting Leon excitedly with fiery eyes. Even if he couldn't understand, Leon knew that they were thanking him.

He nodded in response one by one and finally returned to the dormitory. Leon dug out a pen and paper and scribbled out a series of runes and geometric magic patterns on the paper, trying to design and deduce a set of useful magic rituals.

Leon wrote down the materials needed to assist in the spellcasting ritual, but he did not hold out much hope for it. Not to mention that the two worlds had different names for many minerals and basic substances. Even if the languages ​​were the same, many seemingly plausible things could not guarantee whether they would be effective.

If the magic pattern structure of a large-scale ritual is maintained solely by magic power, it is likely that as many targets as possible will be needed to absorb magic at once, especially considering the interference of the different laws of reality here on magic.
While Leon was thinking of a simple new magic, he glanced and saw that Olivia on the bed had woken up at some point and was tilting her head to look at him writing and drawing.

"Did it wake you up?"

"It's okay. A short nap is enough. I'm not that fragile." Olivia smiled, propped herself up, and asked curiously, "What did you verify just now?"

"It confirmed the real reason why we came to this world." Leon replied, and told her what had just happened, as well as what he learned from Rousseau and Sasha.

“.Those blood-sucking undead were once the stuff of legend in this world’s ancient past. It was not until three years ago, when the breathing disease disaster that swept across the land broke out, that those monsters appeared publicly before the world. Along with them, the evil god beliefs of this place also appeared.

Those vampires who worship the so-called blood god have transformed many rulers and military generals who want to get rid of respiratory diseases into blood clans, and deceived a large number of living people into becoming slaves who provide them with blood. I suspect that the blood-sucking species here are all the followers created by the blood demon, just like Baron Charleman. "

Leon paused his pen and touched his chin. "There is also a cult called 'Alien God'. They and the local Blood God Cult had appeared before the disaster and spread the prophecy of doomsday. However, the locals only regarded it as a curious rumor after dinner. Until the disaster, those cultists who promoted the so-called way of salvation gradually gained support from a large number of respiratory disease victims. However, the survivors today know very little about their organization. Only the female soldier named Sasha witnessed the inhuman sacrifice ceremony of the Alien God Cult and luckily escaped from that organization."

After that, Leon looked at Olivia and said, "The alien evil god worshipped by the cult is called 'Valari' by the cultists."

Olivia frowned slightly and recalled suspiciously: "I seem to have heard this name before. By the way, when the terrifying demon was defeated by us, it seemed to have shouted this name in its words."

"That's right, but that's not all. His Majesty Kamoz of the Desolate Mountain said that the exiled blood demon also roared with this pronunciation in his last roar, which is almost exactly the same." Leon nodded.

"If the two demons roaring are the same being, then I suspect that the high-level demons that descended into Rolandar's cursed realm were not just the Terror Demon and the Blood Demon."

Leon turned his chair, weaving together as much information as possible in his head, tore off another piece of paper from the notebook in his hand, and wrote down the three beings, the Terror Demon Quetzalal, the Blood Demon Skoosh, and the unknown identity of Valar.

"No matter whether the speed of time in this world is the same as that in our home world, I am now certain that the demonic disasters in the two worlds and the disaster that is now happening at the intersection of the planes must have been caused by these three evil spirits."

After thinking about it, Leon wrote down the names of the Ghoul Lord Avilut, the Blood Baron Shaleman, and the Great Lich Karazik whom he knew from the Blood Knight, under the names of the possible corresponding demons.

"These high-level demons could not easily penetrate the world's veil and descend into the world, so they created undead agents who could be indirectly controlled to slaughter living beings for them, capture millions of souls, build altars to perform the great magic ritual, and set up anchors in our home world.

At the same time, the things that the demons do in this world are probably similar, but no matter what their purpose is, they are eventually stopped by the Crusade Army. Of course, now it seems that we are probably only stopping the Terror Demons and the Blood Demons. "

".You mean." Olivia's eyes flashed, and she understood instantly: "The demon named Valarri betrayed his accomplices! That's why the Terror and Blood Demon were so furious when they were exiled!"

"Well, I even doubt whether those two high-level demons were really exiled by us." Leon pondered and looked at Olivia with a frown. The clearer the memory, the more confused he felt.

"Do you remember that in the crypt of the ancient Holy Prophet, the Terror was much stronger than we were at that time, but he later became weaker and weaker until his body could be destroyed by us. Don't you find it strange?"

Leon stood up and paced back and forth, thinking: "And His Majesty Kamoz in the rear, the people of Helan have already made plans to sacrifice themselves generously, but the blood demon was forcibly pulled back to the spirit world by a force before the cursed field dissipated."

"Is it like the 'gangster eating gangster' you mentioned? The demon named Valarri plotted against other demons in the end, intending to monopolize some kind of 'target' they wanted." Olivia's face turned serious. She had heard countless conspiracies like this in her husband's bedtime stories from his hometown.

"If my guess is correct, then whether it is us, the blood demon or the terror demon, we have all been fooled by the demon named Valari. The demon disaster has not ended, but has just entered the next stage." Leon clenched his wrists and frowned.

If this inference is correct, he even feels that the blood demon power that attacked him that night was not meant to attack him, but to bring him to this world, hoping that his actions would destroy the ongoing plans of the demon ally who had betrayed the other party.

As for Clenion.

He turned around and looked at Olivia, and suddenly asked, "Did you have any dreams when you fell asleep just now?"

"Dream?" The girl was stunned and shook her head. "No, except for the time in the capital, I rarely dream. Even if I do dream, it's hard for me to remember the content."

Leon nodded slightly after hearing this.

It seems that the existence in the dream with the same name as the ancient name of the planet mentioned by Rousseau is either a disguised blood demon.

Or, it could be some kind of extraordinary being bred locally. Perhaps because the world is turning into a barren zone of eternal night, the other party is trying to ask for help from itself?

Could it be a collective consciousness of a race similar to Alaya-vijnana? Or some kind of alien god?
But why did he enter his own dream to call for help?
Was it because he had defeated the demons of the spirit world? Could it be that his fame had spread from a small corner of the western continent to another dimension?

Sitting back in the chair, Leon picked up the pen and continued to design the required spell formation.

After sorting out his thoughts, he had some hope of returning home.

Regardless of whether it was the being who called himself Klenion or the Blood Demon, whoever forced himself into this world, with this method, since he and Olivia could come here, there must be a way to go back.

Think about it, if you can get in, you can get out.

And these two beings seemed to believe that they could destroy Valari's plan, so he had the opportunity to negotiate terms with them.

First, stabilize the survivor organization we are currently in contact with, and use their power to search for any traces of Valari left in this world.

Leon was thinking about his next move, and before he knew it, a few hours had passed and a stack of new magic design manuscripts had been completed.

This was not the first time he had designed new spells. When he was in Avalon, he often had the urge to play around with spells from his previous life's works of art, such as fireball, wind blade, water shield, and so on, and tried to replicate them.

It's a pity that each one is flashy and impractical. Spells with similar effects have more mature and practical application procedures in Lorelit magic. After all, these sudden ideas can't compare to the refined results of ancient civilizations that have been refined and selected for thousands of years.

However, he had never found this group "demon-sucking technique" that tried to control the force as much as possible and not harm the target in ancient books. Maybe it was his original creation?
Leon folded up the manuscript, stood up and went to find Rousseau and Sasha.

He touched the handle, but before he opened the door, he found that he was too focused and did not notice that there was a lot of noise outside the door in the well-soundproofed officers' dormitory. Many people were standing in the aisle outside.

Did something unexpected happen?

He looked back at Olivia, knowing that the noise outside could not be hidden from his wife's ears.

"They just got here, but they don't seem hostile." Olivia stood up from the bed and explained with a strange look on her face.

After hearing this, Leon opened the door with some doubts.

When he saw the crowd outside clearly and heard the buzzing whispers, he finally understood why Olivia said they had no hostility.

The survivors, who had almost blocked the door tightly, all put their hands together in some strange position, as if praying.

Some even knelt on the ground and whispered in prayer.

After the door was opened, they saw Leon clearly and there was an uproar. Even the people who were standing knelt down one after another.
(Tasa)

".Suvil, the bringer of light, I beg you to bring the dawn again to your people."

(End of this chapter)