147: Chapter 146 Servants Army

Chapter 147: Servant Army

Upon hearing Isolde's words, a massive tree that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth appeared before Byron's eyes, supporting the sun, moon, stars, and endless galactic worlds upon its branches.

Every single leaf was a complete continent, containing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas within it.

At the same time, Isolde's voice rang out again: "Mere language cannot describe even one ten-thousandth of it. You will understand once you see it with your own eyes."

Byron's gaze was fervent: "Mentor, how can I enter the wizard tower of the Twelve True Spirit Wizards?"

Isolde did not find Byron's state strange; on the contrary, she felt a sense of nostalgia.

Back then, when she first heard her own mentor describe it, and when she first truly saw that wizard tower, her emotions were even more intense than Byron's are now.

"There are no other conditions. Once you become an Official Wizard, you will be able to see it."

"After all, once you become an Official Wizard, you will need to go to the Twelve Holy Towers and wait to carry out mandatory missions."

Does becoming an Official Wizard mean one must go to the Twelve Holy Towers to carry out mandatory missions?

Instead of showing resistance to the mandatory missions, Byron's eyes even revealed a sense of longing; he was somewhat impatient.

However, after imagining it for a moment, Byron returned to reality.

He was only a Third-Rank Wizard Apprentice now, and he was still a long way from becoming an Official Wizard. It was better to take this opportunity to resolve the doubts in his heart.

Looking at the scenes of slaves working continuously in those layers of space, Byron asked Isolde.

"Mentor, what about these spaces?"

Isolde said nonchalantly: "These spaces are either experimental grounds for the academy's mentors, workshops for mentors, or some are workshops for the Dark Erosion Stigmata."

"A small portion of the products produced within are consumed by the academy, while another portion is transported to the various worlds controlled by the Dark Erosion Stigmata."

"However, these two parts only account for a small fraction. The bulk of it is sent to the Sky City to replenish logistics, either by opening spatial channels or by traversing spatial rifts via arks."

"And in order to meet the massive demand at the front lines, the Dark Erosion Stigmata initially planned to introduce fully automated production lines."

"However, unfortunately, fully automated production lines could not meet the demand, so it was ultimately decided to use these consumables. Although they are a bit dull, they are diligent enough, and their ceaseless work basically meets the requirements."

When saying this, Isolde's voice had no inflection, as if things were just meant to be this way.

Byron was puzzled: "Mentor, even if those slaves have intelligence, it would take some time to train them to become qualified consumables."

"Wouldn't that greatly increase the cost?"

Isolde nodded slightly: "What you said is indeed a difficulty, but we don't need to train them to be like wizards; they are just consumables."

"For such consumables, this problem can be solved very simply through memory infusion."

Just as Isolde finished speaking, the elevator they were riding suddenly stopped, and the elevator doors opened.

Isolde stepped out: "Let's go. This is my real Laboratory and Potion Market."

"Since you've come in today, I'll take you around to have a look and understand it, so that later, if you want to build a Potion Market, you will have a reference."

Byron's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed.

Although no one can predict the future, it is good to broaden one's horizons; who knows, there might even be unexpected surprises.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, what appeared before them were rows of silvery-white metallic machines.

Although Byron had never seen these machines, he could judge their uses based on the things produced by them.

Slaves continuously processing the same Materials, slaves injecting their Mental Energy into machines to allow the machines to control and participate in potion reactions, slaves sitting on both sides of the conveyor belt constantly sorting...

This Potion Market had almost pushed the efficiency of machines and slaves to the limit.

But as Byron looked on, he felt increasingly strange in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

"Mentor, didn't you say that the current potion production lines cannot meet the needs of Official Wizards? Then why are you doing this?"

"And another thing, Mentor, your workshop has such a huge production volume, so why haven't I seen any traces of these potions in the academy?"

Isolde nodded: "Byron, you observe very carefully and are very good at thinking."

"You are right. I did say before that the current production lines, whether here or at the Twelve Holy Towers, whether producing wizard artifacts or potions, cannot meet the requirements of Official Wizards, or even the requirements of Limit Wizard Apprentices."

At this point, Isolde looked at Byron with an unreadable expression.

"But when did I say that the potions produced here were for wizards to use? And the answer to your second question is the same."

Byron was puzzled. If they weren't produced for wizards, then who else could they be for...?

Not for wizards to use?!

Byron's gaze suddenly turned to the various types of slaves scattered in every corner of the workshop, with numb expressions and eyes devoid of any light. He suddenly realized!

If they aren't for wizards, then it can only be them!

Seeing that Byron had realized it, Isolde nodded: "Not bad, very quick reaction speed."

"Do you know which part of the front lines consumes potions and other consumables?"

Without waiting for Byron to answer, Isolde said it herself.

"It is the massive Servant Army that every wizard brings under their command."

"In every expedition, the number of wizards may be in the tens of thousands, but the number of those Servant Armies can reach hundreds of thousands or even millions!"

"The more powerful a wizard is, the stronger their Soul, and the more servants they can enslave."

Hearing this data from Isolde's mouth, Byron was also shocked.

He knew that the number of the expeditionary force must be significant, but he never expected that the number could be so large. With such a huge number of Servant Armies, the Materials they consume must reach an incalculable scale.

Isolde continued: "You must know that although most of these Servant Armies no longer need to eat, because they are the armies charging on the front line, their consumption of potions and other items is also huge."

"And because during wartime, most of the wizards' servants are handed over to higher authorities for unified command, the consumption of these servants all needs to be covered by the expedition leader."

"And you must know that every servant capable of participating in a planar expedition is powerful in combat or possesses special abilities."

"These combat servants are not like these other servants that can be quickly trained through memory infusion; they require time and resources to grow slowly, so for every wizard, they are considered precious wealth."

"Therefore, this is destined; whether these servants die or are injured during the expedition, the person in charge must be responsible."

"This further increases the burden on the expedition's logistics."