Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Chapter 147 The Slave Army

Upon hearing Isolde's words, Byron seemed to conjure up an image of a colossal tree reaching to the heavens and earth, supporting the sun, moon, stars, and the endless galaxy.

Each leaf represents a complete continent, containing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.

At the same time, Isolde's voice rang out again: "Words alone cannot describe even a fraction of it; you'll understand once you see it for yourself."

Byron's eyes burned with fervor: "Master, how can I enter the wizard tower of the twelve true spirit wizards?"

Isolde was not surprised by Byron's state; on the contrary, she felt a sense of nostalgia.

Back when she first heard her mentor's description and when she first actually saw the wizard's tower, she was even more excited than Byron is now.

"No other conditions are required. You will be able to see it once you become a formal wizard."

"After all, to become a formal wizard, you need to go to the Twelve Holy Towers and wait to carry out a mandatory mission."

To become a formal wizard, one must go to the Twelve Holy Towers to perform a mandatory mission.

Far from showing any resistance to the forced task, Byron's eyes even revealed a longing, a hint of eagerness in them.

However, after only a brief moment of contemplation, Byron returned to reality.

He's only a third-class wizard apprentice now, a long way from becoming a full-fledged wizard. He should take this opportunity to resolve his doubts.

Byron looked at the scene of slaves working endlessly in the layers of space and asked Isolde a question.

"Mentor, these spaces?"

Isolde said casually, "These spaces include the experimental grounds of the instructors in the academy, some are the instructors' workshops, and some are workshops for the Dark Erosion Marks."

"A small portion of the products produced are consumed by the academy, while the rest are transported to various worlds controlled by the Dark Erosion Mark."

"However, these two parts only account for a small portion. The majority of the supplies are sent to Sky City either by opening spatial passages or by using the Ark to traverse spatial rifts, in order to replenish logistics."

"In order to meet the huge demand at the front line, the Dark Erosion Stigmata initially planned to introduce a fully automated production line."

"However, the fully automated production line could not meet the demand, so we finally decided to use these consumables. Although they are a bit clumsy, they are hardworking and their non-stop work basically meets the requirements."

When Isolde said this, her voice was completely flat, as if this was how things should be.

Byron was puzzled: "Master, even if those slaves are intelligent, it still takes time to train them to become qualified 'material'."

"Wouldn't this significantly increase costs?"

Isolde nodded slightly: "What you said is indeed a difficult point, but we don't need to train them into wizards, we just want to use them as expendable resources."

"For such consumables, this problem can be easily solved by directly imprinting memories."

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

Isolde lifted her leg and walked outside: "Let's go, this is my real laboratory and potion workshop."

"Now that you're here today, I'll show you around and give you a good overview. This will be helpful if you want to set up a potion workshop in the future."

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

Although no one can predict the future, broadening one's horizons is always a good thing, and there might even be unexpected surprises.

As soon as you step out of the elevator, you are greeted by rows of silver-white metallic machines.

Although Byron had never seen these machines, he was able to judge their usefulness by what they produced.

Slaves endlessly processing the same materials; slaves injecting their spiritual power into machines so that the machines can control them to participate in the potion reaction; slaves sitting on either side of the conveyor belt, constantly selecting...

This potion workshop maximized the effectiveness of both machines and slaves.

But the more Byron looked, the stranger he felt, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Mentor, didn't you say that the current potion production line can't meet the needs of first-level formal wizards? So why are you doing this?"

"And another thing, Master, your workshop has such a large production capacity, so why haven't I seen any trace of these potions at the academy?"

Isolde nodded: "Byron, you are very observant and thoughtful."

"You're right. I did say before that the current production lines, whether here or at the Twelve Holy Towers, whether producing magical artifacts or potions, cannot meet the requirements of a formal wizard, or even the requirements of a master wizard apprentice."

As Isolde finished speaking, she looked at Byron with a puzzled expression.

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

Byron was puzzled. If it wasn't produced for wizards, then who else could it be given to...?

Not for wizards?!

Byron's gaze suddenly fell upon the slaves scattered throughout the workshop, their expressions numb and their eyes devoid of any light, and he suddenly realized!

If they're not for wizards, then these are the only ones left!

Seeing that Byron had reacted, Isolde nodded: "Not bad, very quick reaction time."

Do you know which group on the front lines is consuming potions and other consumables?

Without waiting for Byron's reply, Isolde spoke for herself.

"It is the vast army of slaves that each wizard commands."

"Each expedition may involve tens of thousands of wizards, but the number of their slave armies can indeed reach hundreds of thousands or even millions!"

"The more powerful a wizard is, the stronger his soul is, and the more servants he can enslave."

Byron was also astonished when he heard this data from Isolde.

He knew the expeditionary force would be large, but he never expected it to be this massive. With such a huge number of slaves, the amount of supplies they consumed must be incalculable.

Isolde continued, "You should know that although most of these slave armies no longer need to eat, because they are on the front lines, their consumption of potions and other items is still enormous."

"Because during wartime, most of the wizards' servants are placed under the unified leadership of their superiors, the consumption of these servants is entirely the responsibility of the expedition leader."

"And you should know that every servant who can participate in the interdimensional expedition is either a powerful fighter or possesses special abilities."

"These combat slaves are not like these slaves, which can be quickly trained through memory implantation. They need time and resources to grow slowly, so they are a valuable asset to every wizard."

"Therefore, it is destined that those in charge will be held responsible for the deaths or injuries of these servants during the expedition."

"This further exacerbated the logistical burden of the expedition."