Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 559 - 559 266 Subjective Initiative_3

559: Chapter 266 Subjective Initiative_3 559: Chapter 266 Subjective Initiative_3 This netherworld domain is, in essence, an expansive and exaggeratedly large “sterile storage room” with a constant temperature.

Theoretically, if left undisturbed, any food discarded in this domain could be preserved far longer than in the normal environment of the Mortal World.

Moreover, since the Undead Army does not consume food meant for the living, he originally had high hopes for the state of provisions here.

But alas, he hadn’t anticipated that even though the enemy consisted of a horde of mindless undead, they would still possess the foresight to thwart a living army, going so far as to burn the supplies clean beforehand.

“This is cheating!

These undead don’t eat or drink—what exactly sustains their activity?

Just Magic Power?

But where does this horde of undead obtain the Magic Power to sustain their movements for such long durations?

This place isn’t like a Spiritual Field where Spirit Realm chaotic energy permeates everywhere.” Leon chewed on his dried meat, silently venting his frustrations to Lola in his mind.

He knew that spellcasters as powerful as Lorelette, at the Magic Guide Rank, could indeed convert Magic Power into longevity, allowing them to avoid eating and drinking while remaining immortal.

But those broken skeletons—what justification do *they* have for achieving this?

From what he had learned in the study of necromancy, ordinary necromantic magic typically summons Undead Puppets into the world, but these puppets are not permanent.

They require Magic Power from a spellcaster to maintain their mobility, and periodic maintenance of their bodies is necessary to prevent them from decaying to the point where they can no longer house Wandering Souls.

Yet maintaining hundreds of thousands—or even millions—of undead for extended periods without death or decay?

Even if Soul Summoning Altars could use the undead as “fuel” to release Magic Power, the amount of Magic Energy consumed would be completely disproportionate.

While High-level Undead such as Corpse Ghost Lords and Corpse Witches have the ability to command the Corpse Ghost Army, the energy source sustaining the undead’s immortality clearly does not stem from them.

Could it be that an immensely powerful Spirit Realm Demon, with Mana rivaling that of the Pope, has descended upon the Mortal World?

“This space cloaked by the Cloud Domain…

there’s something strange about it.

It seems to erode reality more severely than before… I… I need to think more.” Lola’s voice carried hesitation.

She had initially believed that this magic originating from the outer realms was intended to suppress the Dead Sea’s power.

But now, she found herself puzzled by the twisted natural laws of this domain…

The natural laws sensed in this place lack any properties of the Spirit Realm.

On the contrary…

This netherworld bears some resemblance to the characteristics of the Dead Sea…

…

Within the camp, the group alternated night watch shifts.

The Avalon Cavalry spent the night resting in this eerie land of the undead.

Apart from the knights on guard who dispatched a few stray undead beasts foolish enough to stumble near, no significant incidents occurred.

However, many soldiers who were asleep experienced terrifying nightmares, and the warhorses tied to stakes whinnied eerily throughout the night.

After consulting Lola, Leon reassured everyone, explaining that such occurrences were normal.

In this world, human dreams are not merely physiological phenomena occurring within one’s mind—they are influenced by the environment.

Especially in such an ominous place steeped in all manner of underworld attributes, the more spiritually sensitive one is, the more likely they are to feel the resentment of countless souls currently lingering in the land through their dreams.

Yet, as Leon slept beside Olivia, they passed the night peacefully, dreamless.

It was unclear whether this was due to Lola’s protection or Olivia’s unique constitution shielding them from the disturbances of this place.

As they waited at the camp until near noon, a cavalryman stationed far on the camp’s outskirts suddenly rushed back, accompanied by several Silver-armored Knights.

Looking over, Leon immediately recognized them—they were two knights and a priest from the Illaril Knights.

His heart skipped a beat.

Could something have happened to Commander Irem?

After completing their mission at Hageshtan Castle, the Holy Lake Knights should have been retreating to the opposite riverbank, far from here.

This location was still distant from the fortress; unless there had been an emergency, why else would they send someone here?

With a sense of foreboding, he went to meet the knights with his group.

Before he could utter a word, the leading Holy Lake Priest who carried the Holy Light urgently reported:

“Mr.

Leon, Commander Irem has led us to capture Hageshtan.

The undead within the fortress have been eradicated, and we’ve recovered provisions stored within.

Should we immediately contact the other side to transport the food, or establish a foothold here?”

Leon was struck speechless…

If he recalled correctly…

The mission he assigned them…

seemed to have been reconnaissance??