Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Inside the cabin, four wizard apprentices were meditating to increase their spiritual power.

When that melodious yet eerily magical song pierced through the ship's deck and reached their ears, the four of them opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

"I never expected to run into a siren." Freddy licked his lips, revealing an excited expression.

"A siren, whether alive or dead, is worth a lot; it's equivalent to several years of my income." Another man with an obviously abnormally large right hand said the same thing.

"If it were alive... hey, I've seen it in the bestiary. Sirens have the lower half of a fish and the upper half of a human female. Some formal wizards with unique fetishes would definitely like it."

"Let's work together, preferably capturing it alive; this is a rare and precious species!"

Before the words were even finished, the four of them had already rushed out of the cabin and stepped onto the swaying deck.

The sea was now shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog, with visibility less than five meters. Only the enchanting yet eerie singing voice echoed through the fog.

Siren, also known as Tidecaller or Tide-calling Mermaid, is an ancient race in the sea.

The ocean is home to many ancient and extraordinary creatures, some of which are said to have lived since the time of ancient wizards and are quite powerful beings.

A siren, under normal circumstances, possesses the strength of a mid-level apprentice, equivalent to these four.

But this is the sea, the domain of marine life, and if the siren wanted to, she could create giant waves.

Just to be on the safe side, let's all four of us go together.

At this moment, anchor cables shot out from the sea and wrapped around the ship's side.

One by one, the "fishmen" climbed onto the deck along the anchor cables.

Unlike the normal dark blue appearance of merfolk, these merfolk are gray-black all over.

Seeing this, an experienced sailor did not hesitate to swing his long axe and cleave the first fishman who climbed up in two with a powerful blow.

But a strange thing happened: the fishman who had been cut in half at the waist did not die. His upper body, dragging his broken spine, stubbornly crawled toward the sailor with his rotting hands. His eye sockets were sunken, his pupils were cloudy, and he was lifeless.

"Something's strange about these things!" The sailor realized something was wrong and used his long axe to chop the thing into a pulp.

Even a normal merman, with thick skin and sturdy scales, would only twitch a few times if cut in half. But this thing in front of me was like a puppet that felt no pain.

"These beasts are not right!" the sailor shouted to his companion, though he didn't know why.

Fishmen don't have that kind of strong vitality, and they certainly can't be immune to pain.

The next moment, more mermen climbed up.

They were grayish-black all over, with most of their scales fallen off, revealing the rotten, blackened flesh underneath, and they also emitted a strong fishy smell.

His movements were stiff yet fearless, and the bone spear in his hand emanated a ghostly green aura of death. Once it pierced a human body, the wound would quickly turn black and rot.

This is not a living thing.

"Undead creatures?" Onke's expression changed drastically. His right hand suddenly grew several times its original size, covered in hard earth-elemental magic energy. With a single slap, he turned the three undead mermen into a bloody pulp.

Rotten flesh is undoubtedly an undead creature.

That, that siren?

The next moment, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the core of the mist.

She had the upper body of a human woman, with skin as white as pearls, long hair that floated in the air like seaweed, but her tail fin was covered with cold bony armor, and her eyes were a bottomless dark blue.

"Sea spirits? How did I end up encountering something like that?"

Upon seeing this, the others' expressions changed instantly, and their greed was replaced by fear.

Normal sirens only have the strength of a mid-level apprentice, but after transforming into undead, they not only lose the ability to feel pain, but are also very likely to develop new abilities. Coupled with the advantage of being on the ocean's home ground, their level of danger has already doubled.

Necromancy, one of the most dangerous forms of magic in the wizarding world.

Necromancy, one of the most dangerous systems of witchcraft, is rarely studied by wizards, because one wrong move and they could kill themselves.

Although the undead legion is very powerful, learning it is really too dangerous, and it is extremely easy to be affected by negative energy, causing one to become neither human nor ghost, moody and unpredictable, and eventually a madman.

Therefore, such wizards can no longer be seen today.

Undead creatures are even rarer, especially marine undead.

Not to mention the sheer number of ocean undead!

"Attack! Kill it first!" Freddy was the first to react, and a condensed wind blade shot towards the undead siren.

The other three dared not be negligent either. They formed a barrier of magical energy to protect themselves, and simultaneously unleashed fireballs, poison needles, and ice spikes, all aimed at the siren's head.

We must take it down immediately, otherwise who knows what other tricks this siren will have after it's been transformed into an undead!

As for running, where can you run to in the vast ocean?

Do you still want to engage in underwater combat with fishmen and sirens?

Just as their attack was about to hit its target, the undead siren suddenly opened its mouth and let out a sharp, piercing shriek.

Unlike the enchanting singing of the past, this shriek carried a terrifying power that pierced the soul, instantly spreading throughout the entire deck.

The undead siren, the necromantic form of the Tidecaller, no longer sings a seductive song, but a shriek that directly attacks the soul.

puff--!

Caught completely off guard, the sailors on deck instantly bled from all seven orifices, their eyes widened, their bodies went limp, and their souls were shattered by the shrill scream.

Although the four wizard apprentices had their spiritual power protecting them, their faces were pale, blood was spilling from the corners of their mouths, their mental seas were trembling violently, and their spellcasting actions were instantly halted.

A direct attack on the soul is an inescapable killing move for apprentices who lack soul protection.

After only three breaths of stalemate, the apprentices could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the deck, their eyes glazed over, completely lifeless.

The screech of the undead siren continued until there was no longer any sign of life on the deck, at which point it slowly subsided.

Then, she swung her bony tail fin and let out a low, guttural growl, and the undead fishmen immediately began to move the treasures and corpses from the ship.

Just then, the entire ship suddenly began to float up without any warning!

The undead fishmen lost their balance and tumbled and struggled on the deck.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of psychic power, like a sharp blade, tore the entire ship into countless pieces from bow to stern!

Wood chips, treasure, and pieces of undead fishmen's corpses flew everywhere, turning the seawater into a murky blackish-red.

In just one second, the once sturdy merchant ship was gone, leaving only the undead siren suspended in mid-air by telekinesis, unable to move.

"I never expected that just swimming in one direction would lead to encountering such strange things."

After tearing apart the ships and fishmen with his telekinesis, Lokunlun captured the last remaining siren.

These undead creatures have dead and rotten flesh, making them difficult to absorb.

However, there was no need for Lokunlun to absorb a group of zero-ring creatures.

What truly interested Luo Kunlun was the undead creature itself.

Generally, if a place where a living being dies accumulates a strong negative energy, it may transform into something like a walking corpse or a ghost.

But the sheer number of undead creatures is clearly not something that can be explained by an abundance of negative energy, especially in the ocean.

In an ocean with extremely strong purifying abilities, the appearance of such a large undead army could not possibly be a natural occurrence.

Who is conducting experiments on the dead?