Knight and Wand

Chapter 370 The Knight's Expedition

The scene outside the door really scared Leon. He didn't expect that he would gain such a high reputation by dispelling people's illnesses. As he couldn't communicate in the same language, he couldn't help scratching his head, not knowing how to get everyone to stand up.

I am a living person and I cannot bear to be worshipped like that.

Fortunately, they didn't stay awkward at the door for too long. The gathered crowd seemed to have attracted the attention of the surveillance cameras, and the commander of the shelter quickly brought people to persuade the crowd to disperse.

When he arrived at the command center and met the leader of the survivors, Rousseau, Leon finally understood why people were so excited.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Leon." In the conference room, Rousseau handed the materials to his subordinates to collect immediately, and turned back to explain: "Faith is an important pillar for most survivors to continue to live. The same is true for me. If I hadn't picked up the prayers to the ancient god Suweil now, many people might have already committed suicide in despair."

The old man stared at the foreign knight in front of him with sharp eyes and sighed: "I have been able to hear a certain voice in the past three years. That guiding voice allowed me to lead the survivors to avoid one disaster after another. I believe it was Suweil's revelation." After saying that, he asked again unwillingly: "Are you really not the messenger of the God of Dawn?"

Leon spread his hands: "I said, I am an ordinary creature like you. My power comes from the realm where I live, not from any divine power. Just like the physical technology you use, my magic is just a use of natural forces."

Rousseau took off his glasses and smiled bitterly with relief.

"Then I can't help but be glad that you don't understand our language. Otherwise, if you tell the truth to people, I'm afraid it will take away the last hope in our hearts."

Leon was silent. Although the local human population in front of him had a much higher level of civilization than the Feru civilization, they were still unable to resist the celestial-level disaster that was beyond human control.

Even if it was the Earth in his previous life, if faced with a mass extinction event that was almost equivalent to an asteroid landing, people would be helpless except to struggle and wait for death.

No wonder this group of survivors now calls itself the "Sect of the Dawn" and maintains its last resistance in the form of a religious organization.

When the end of the world comes and rationality collapses, the hope for salvation by God becomes the last spiritual bastion for the survivors.

Leon pondered and began to hesitate whether to tell the believers of the God of Dawn about his speculation.

It is no coincidence that the demons from the spiritual world would target this place and that the Lorelit language would appear in this world.

He suspected that Suvir, the god of dawn who was praised in local mythology for dispelling darkness and chaos, was not a god at all, but a Lorelit wizard who had once come to this world.

Leon turned his head thoughtfully and looked at Olivia beside him, his eyes resting on her right hand.

If we use Ms. Aphrodite as a benchmark, even if Suvel's level fluctuates, the power wielded by the ancient great wizard is so great that no one would question his claiming to be a god, let alone appearing in a relatively backward world. Even if he appeared on Earth in his previous life, no one would question his claim to be a god.

And if thousands of years ago, an ancient magician or even a king of law really came to the Klenian Realm and helped the people here fight against the vampires, it would make sense that he would be worshipped as a god by the locals.

But after thinking it over again and again, Leon decided not to say much about the local people's beliefs for the time being.

It would be unwise to destroy the survivors' last spiritual sustenance at this moment.

Hiding in the command center and avoiding the Dawn followers in the shelter, Leon and Olivia had a good meal in the restaurant. They didn't have to wait too long before the female officer Sasha came over and told them that they could set off for their fortress.

Leon did not delay, but before leaving he did not forget to go back and pick up the vehicle-mounted machine gun that Olivia loved so much.

Sasha was waiting outside the door, inadvertently watching the blonde girl, whose hair was only as high as her chin, lift up a "Growler heavy machine gun" with one hand with ease, and slung it across her shoulder with a bang. Her petite body didn't even shake. Even though she had seen many unimaginable things in the past three years of the apocalypse, she swallowed.

Those blood-sucking monsters don’t have that much strength. Are all the people in the other world such superhumans?

Olivia carried the large crossbow, holding up the hanging bullet chain, and counted the twenty arrows left. She couldn't help but look at Sasha.

"Ma'am, do you have any crossbow bolts of this size that I can replenish?"

The female officer came to her senses and quickly replied: "There are a lot of universal 0.6 ska ammunition stored in the rear fortress. I will send someone to deliver it to you when we get there."

But Leon, who knew more about guns than his wife, couldn't help but ask, "Do you have more powerful guns? This machine gun's firepower is still a little weak against light armor. If we have to fight those blood descendants in the future, I need you to provide weapons with enough lethality."

After hearing what Leon said, Olivia's face showed surprise. It turns out there is an even more powerful iron crossbow?

"More powerful? Do you mean a larger caliber? But this is already the largest heavy machine gun. The only larger one is a cannon with a caliber of 0.8 SKA. Excuse me, do you want to hold it in your hand and use it?"

Sasha raised her eyebrows in surprise and widened her eyes. Are they really still living things?
Leon nodded: "Then help me and her prepare some vehicle-mounted and aircraft-mounted heavy firepower and backpack ammunition boxes. Don't worry, we are different from you. We are strong enough to use such heavy weapons."

He didn't say much. In fact, Gungnir was much heavier than the heavy machine gun. He could swing it with great force, not to mention his own little lion.

Moreover, if it weren't for the fact that the artillery and shells were too large to carry, and there should be no structure that could be operated by one person, even if a tank main gun was moved in, as long as the weight did not exceed two tons, Olivia could carry it around. At least she could have done so originally. Now that she was in poor condition, her strength might have been greatly reduced, but operating an ordinary machine gun was still no problem.

Sasha was really shocked by Leon's words. She was in a trance for a moment, frowning, trying to imagine the scene of a single person holding a machine gun and firing. She couldn't help but hold her forehead and force herself to calm down: "Okay, I will try my best to find some large-caliber anti-armor weapons for you two, but it will take some time. We need to modify the onboard weapons and add a hand grip."

Oh my god, if she had said this three years ago, she would have thought she was drunk.

When Sasha led the two packed people to the shelter's hangar, they saw dozens of people gathered in the passage ahead, blocking their way.

They all seemed to be survivors of illnesses that had been driven away not long ago, and they were also the daily maintenance staff of the shelter.

Sasha stepped forward cautiously and questioned the soldier who stopped them to maintain order: "What are they going to do? Why are they blocking us here?"

The soldier replied helplessly: "They want to go with that...that messenger of God."

A man in a maintenance worker's uniform looked at the "saint" guarded by soldiers in the center, and mustered up the courage to walk out of the crowd:

"We know that Suweil's messenger is going to be taken away by you, and we...we also want to follow him, please take us with you!"

A woman in the crowd prayed with her hands, covering her face and sobbing: "Commander Sasha, we are not the 'Dawn Warriors' blessed by God. I can't stand that kind of torture anymore. We haven't breathed easily like this for three years. Please take us away with you, please!"

People sobbed and pleaded, and Sasha couldn't help but feel helpless.

This shelter is not very big and usually relies on the maintenance of ordinary survivors. Naturally, it is difficult to hide the movements in the base from them.

Leon, who couldn't understand the Tassa language, stepped forward to inquire about the commotion.

The female officer explained the situation truthfully, and finally sighed helplessly: "The gunboat is not a transport plane. It cannot accommodate so many people to go to the fort with us."

"Can't they be transported in batches? Isn't it that the fuel for the airplanes, I mean energy, is in short supply?" Leon asked back.

The illnesses of these survivors were only temporarily dispelled by themselves. As they start to take in magic elements through food and air again, the respiratory disease will continue to torment these poor people. It would be better to take them with you. After all, it doesn't matter whether we cure a thousand or ten thousand people, so a few dozen won't make a difference.

Hearing this, Sasha lowered her head and pondered. The Ansu used in aviation aircraft is naturally precious nowadays, but if it is only for a small group of people, it is not too expensive.
After all, she couldn't be so cold-blooded as to plunge these compatriots who had just gained hope into despair.

"Okay, as you wish."

Turning back and conveying Leon's words, Sasha promised to transport them back to the fortress in batches, then raised her voice and ordered everyone to disperse.

The crowd did not make further trouble. When they saw the messenger of God nodded to everyone, they quickly made way for him with tears of joy.

The group finally boarded the gunboat parked in the hangar.

In the cabin, after sitting safely, Olivia moved closer and poked Leon’s arm: “Those people treat you like a god.”

Olivia was very familiar with the looks in those people's eyes. Back then in Shatai City, the soldiers who worshipped her after being rescued had the same admiration.

Even after the Undead War ended, some of Ivan's Griffin Regiment's veterans from Shatai City were still so fanatical that the girl often had to avoid them in the barracks.

Leon shrugged. Although he had no intention of playing the role of a charlatan in front of people, it was not a bad thing to give special treatment in special times and give hope and encouragement to the survivors who were almost in despair.
Soon, Mr. Rousseau and his guards boarded the cabin and sat down.

The hatch closed, the gunboat's engine vibrated, and it slowly rose into the air, flying out of the hidden hangar door between the cliffs.

During the boring flight, Leon looked at Sasha opposite him.

"Mr. Rousseau learned this language because of his archaeological work, but Ms. Sasha, why are you so fluent in Lorelit?" Leon asked.

Sasha looked over and explained with a dim look in her eyes: "My ancestors were an ancient family that worshipped the God of Dawn in history. People in my family had to learn this ancient language and read ancient books since they were young. This made me believe the nonsense of the alien cult when the disaster happened. I thought that the mysterious existence who spoke the language of the ancient gods was really the messenger of the God of Dawn. However, it is meaningless to say all this now. My brothers, parents, all relatives and elders have already...
My only child is my last relative.”

Her voice stopped and the atmosphere in the cabin became even more silent.

Fortunately, the three-hour flight was not too long, and the depressing journey ended quickly. As the cabin door was closed throughout the flight, Leon had no idea where the aircraft had landed. He only saw that when the door was opened, he saw a large and spacious hangar outside.

He walked down from the cabin and saw various types of military aircraft parked on the runways and aprons all around, including fighter jets, transport planes, and gunboats equipped with ground-to-ground weapons.

But most of them were covered in dust and looked like they hadn't been started in a long time.

Sasha followed Leon's gaze and explained bitterly, "There aren't many Air Force pilots among the survivors, and even fewer can survive the respiratory disease and become Dawn Warriors. We lack professional logistics that know how to maintain these aircraft, so we can only let most of the aircraft gather dust in the hangar."

Apart from some civilian aircraft, the most powerful air unit that the Dawn Cult can now mobilize is the Falcon gunboat behind them.

When she received the urgent intelligence sent back by the spy, she and Rousseau had a big argument over whether to take the risk of sending out a gunboat to rescue the so-called "summoner".

Although the Saker Falcon can crush armed helicopters and ground targets, once it encounters the regular fighter jets of the Blood Army, even the most backward air combat aircraft, the Saker Falcon will be shot down.

Fortunately, everything went well, and now, looking at the tall knight beside her who seemed to have walked out of a fantasy movie in the past, Sasha was extremely glad that she did not insist on her own opinion.

No matter how the other party denies it, the miracle he displays is still the only hope to save all survivors!

"Sir, you seem to be very familiar with our technological creations and weapons?" Sasha suddenly felt a little strange.

According to the spy, these two people appeared unexpectedly in the blood descendants' sacrificial magic. They were wearing knight plate armor and used mysterious magic and powerful cold weapon close combat skills when slaughtering the blood clan. The alien time and space they came from did not look like there were planes and tanks.

"I'm not familiar with it, but I've seen similar creatures before. Don't treat me as a primitive man who knows nothing." Leon waved his hand and said, "Go save your child first, then take me to a large enough open place. After I prepare what I want, bring the seriously ill patients here. The more the better."

Sasha's heart tightened, and she immediately took the other person to the patient care area of ​​the fortress.

Leon followed the same method and drained the magic power from the other party's only son, stabilizing the child's condition, and then immediately followed him to a hub space in the fortress that was similar to a gathering square.

The cargo boxes that were originally piled here were being dragged away one by one by the survivors to clear the area.

Unfortunately, when Rousseau's people delivered the collected auxiliary spellcasting materials, as expected, none of the minerals and plants that resembled the description could be used.

Leon was unwilling to waste any more time trying out the materials. The magic power in his body was slowly being depleted. He had no choice but to come to the center of the square and wait for the Dawn Cult to gather all the patients with respiratory diseases. He planned to use pure magic power to maintain the spells he had composed.

Soon, the square was filled with gloomy coughs and painful gasps from both mildly ill and seriously ill patients who were still able to move, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Some people were at a loss, while others simply sat there, staring blankly at the ground, like a dying zombie.

Seeing nearly 10,000 people filling the square, Leon, for safety's sake, held down his earphones and checked with Rousseau on the upper observation deck behind him:

"Did I tell them in advance not to run around? When I cast a spell, it might make quite a lot of noise, and no one can come in and out and interfere with the process."

"I used your name as the messenger of the God of Dawn to comfort the people and ask them to come for treatment. I warned them not to move around and not to worry."

Leon felt relieved after getting the old scholar's assurance.

He raised his right arm, a blue arc of electricity suddenly exploded, and a silver magic wand appeared in the lightning.

The sudden strange phenomenon startled many patients who were watching with doubts.

On the observation deck in the distance, several leaders of the organization beside Rousseau and Sasha also leaned over to look at the surveillance screen, then looked at the window, marveling at the magical supernatural lightning.

Holding the heavy magic spear in front of him with the tail blade against the floor, Leon calmed down. The white light in his eyes almost filled his eye sockets, and the Eye of Mystery shone with golden light on his forehead.

The ancient incantations echoed again and again, and pure light patterns slowly spread from the end of the wand, unfolding a series of complex and interlocking structures.

In the first attempt, Leon did not make a big fuss and include all the patients in the square into the formation at once, but only covered about a thousand people nearby.

It is indeed very difficult.
If in the original world, casting spells is like pushing precisely meshed mechanical gears.

So the feeling of casting spells in this world is that the gears seem to be made by green-skinned orcs.

It's not that it can't be turned at all, but when it's running, Leon has no way of predicting which link will have unexpected accidents.

Circles of rune tracks flickered, and many of the light patterns carved by magic power dissipated as if they had short-circuited before they could even take shape.

Doesn't it work?

Just as Leon was reacting quickly and was about to try alternative plans to adjust the magic structure.

For no apparent reason, the originally dim magic pattern was re-lit and reconnected with the fading magic light, and the spell suddenly took shape.

what happened?

Leon was shocked, but he didn't care why the spell structure that should have failed suddenly worked for no apparent reason. He quickly took this opportunity to capture the free magic elements in the bodies of thousands of patients.

The hazy light floating from the bodies of thousands of people followed the pull of the magic force field and flowed towards Leon who was standing at the core of the magic.

Feeling the power slowly flowing into his body, Leon felt refreshed, and the drowsiness and suffocation that had always lingered in his body and mind were swept away.

His eyes were focused, fearing that this spell that had worked successfully for some reason might not work again, so he simply gritted his teeth and constructed magic with his greatest effort.

The magic circle covering the area beneath his feet grew rapidly, expanding in circles. The light curtain surrounding the magic circle instantly covered the entire square.

It was unexpectedly smooth.

Tens of thousands of star-like flashes rose from the bodies of the densely packed patients and flew towards Leon.

Feeling the magic power in his body rising rapidly, Leon's joy did not last long, and a sharp pain piercing his brain suddenly hit him.

Joy begets sorrow.

Finished, full!!

The "mana pool" that was filled up in an instant was not only full, but was even overflowing.

Leon groaned in pain and tightly grasped the wand, his eyes shining as brightly as two searchlights.

The energy that emerged from the body's surface spread like cracks from the eye sockets to the entire face.

The amount of magic power in a single patient's body is indeed insignificant, but once the scale reaches tens of thousands, the power obtained is almost ten times the limit that the body can bear.

This is enough to destroy one's body.

It was too hasty. The original plan of releasing and absorbing at the same time could not be performed at such a fast speed.

In that frightening moment, several ways to consume magic power the fastest flashed through his mind one by one.

Until Leon had an idea.

Two Neti cards flew in front of him.

The card images of Canis who killed the general and captured the flag and the holy war knights who took the oath in unison instantly turned into a sky full of light.

A strong wind blew up, and hundreds of light beams shot up into the sky from the huge magic formation.

The survivors, who were already stunned by the miraculous scene before them, looked in surprise at the burly figures that appeared beside them.

The clanging of armor colliding in unison, and the knights holding sharp blades appeared before the eyes of the world.

"Oh my, it's quite bright this time."

Canis looked around at the large number of knights who had also been summoned, raised his lance with a clang, and looked at his lord with glowing eyes not far away: "I say, are you okay?"

(End of this chapter)