Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The undead siren, held in mid-air by telekinesis, had bone armor that gleamed with a chilling white light, and its dark blue eyes were filled with deathly stillness; it didn't even have the strength to bar its teeth and claws.

Luo Kunlun's psychic power acted like an invisible shackle, binding its body so tightly that even the slightest movement of its tail fin was difficult to achieve.

Sirens are a race with considerable intelligence, and under normal circumstances, they can communicate.

This species consists only of females, who frequently seek out suitable males to reproduce.

Humans are a suitable choice, and many of the romantic stories circulating in coastal areas involve handsome young men or tough seamen and beautiful sea monsters.

Of course, reality is not like the story. In general, after the siren finishes reproducing, she will eat her other mate to replenish her energy, showing no mercy.

The siren in front of us has long since become an undead. The souls of undead creatures have long been corrupted by negative energy. Unless it is a high-level undead, don't expect to be able to communicate with them.

"However, there's no need to communicate to find your master." Luo Kunlun flicked a strand of scarlet flesh from his fingertip, which, like a living vine, instantly burrowed into the decaying body of the undead siren.

Like an invisible tracker, this wisp of flesh could firmly lock onto its presence.

Having done all this, Luo Kunlun had a sudden thought, and his mental power abruptly receded.

The undead siren, like a stray dog ​​regaining its freedom, dared not linger. Swinging its bony tail fin, it plunged into the deep sea, fleeing with all its might in a certain direction.

Luo Kunlun concealed his aura, transforming into a black shadow and silently following behind, maintaining a safe distance.

He had already figured it out in his mind: the person behind the creation of such a large number of ocean undead must be a full-fledged wizard, not an apprentice.

Lokunlun already knew how rich the legacy of a formal wizard could be.

Saran's legacy has already given him a taste of success; the treasure trove of a formal necromancer must be quite impressive.

As for whether the other party was a second-circle wizard, Luo Kunlun was not worried.

If necromancers of the second ring truly existed, they would have already led their undead legions to sweep across the continent and become dominant, rather than hiding at sea.

...............

In the deep sea, the undead sirens moved at incredible speed, hurtling towards the southern continent.

After an unknown amount of time, a huge, perpetually dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sea ahead, beneath which stood a solitary island.

The entire island was enveloped in a thick layer of negative energy, and the dark clouds in the sky were an anomaly formed by the collision of negative energy with the atmosphere.

The air was thick with a decaying, icy atmosphere, making the surrounding seawater feel bone-chillingly cold.

This is the headquarters of the "Thorns of Death" school.

This necromancy school, which has only emerged in the last decade, was founded by the formal wizard Talos. The original inhabitants of the island had long been transformed into undead, while the surrounding islands became Talos's "ranchland," providing him with a continuous supply of materials for transforming undead.

The undead siren sped along and slipped into a hidden cave on the island's coastline.

The cave was pitch black inside, covered with damp moss, and the howls of the undead echoed from its depths, clearly one of the lairs where Talos kept his undead army.

Deep within the cave, in a stone chamber, lives a peculiar sorcerer.

Above his neck, there was no flesh, only a pale skull, with a flickering, eerie blue soul fire shrouding his eye sockets and the top of his head. He was Talos, the founder of the Thorns of Death school.

Sensing the return of the undead siren, the soul fire above his head flickered slightly, carrying a hint of displeasure.

Where is my murloc army? How come there's only one left?

Thankfully, this special individual is alright.

The undead merfolk were nothing to him; he could convert as many as he wanted as long as he had enough corpses. But this siren was different.

It is the only special individual that has been transformed and gained the ability to attack with souls, making it far more valuable than ordinary undead.

"Is it retaliation from the Siren clan?" Talos's skull turned slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing in his soul fire.

Did they take action because they had transformed their kind?

That would be troublesome. A thousand sea monsters united to cast a spell would be equivalent to a first-level wizard in the ocean.

Not to mention that there are even higher bloodlines among the sirens, the children of the tides, the darlings of the sea, the children of the gods, beings that dwell in the deep abyss of the sea, said to be second-ring creatures.

If he were to alert a second-circle creature, even if he were a formal wizard, he would face certain death.

Although a mere siren wouldn't attract the attention of the Tideborn, the siren's wrath would still be a major problem for a first-ring wizard.

Just then, a piercing roar suddenly came from the sky above the island!

Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion came from the edge of the island, shaking the entire cave and sending stone chips falling everywhere.

"Someone is attacking my territory?" Talos's soul fire surged suddenly, a flash of anger and surprise in his eyes. "Who dares to trespass on my Thorns of Death's land!"

He suddenly stood up, and with a wave of his bone claws, the undead in the stone chamber instantly became agitated, letting out deafening roars.

Talos flashed, transforming into a streak of dark blue light, and rushed out of the cave, flying towards the direction from which the explosion had come.

Above the island, Lokunlun hovered in the clouds, with two floating cannons behind him already deployed, their muzzles still emitting a faint white light.

The explosion just now was the result of his probing attack on the wizard tower inside the island, which was defending against witchcraft.

An energy barrier was blasted open by the beam cannon and cracked, and the few wizard apprentices inside the tower were at a loss.

It is clear that Talos's defenses are far less robust than the fortress built by Saran.

That's true, not all formal wizards are Saran.

After the bombardment, the undead creatures on the island rushed over.

Undead Bear, Undead Giant Wolf, Undead Knight... and a three-headed undead dragon.

It was transformed from a low-level monster of the first ring called the Venom Wyvern, and possesses extraordinary strength.

No wonder necromancers are the strongest school of wizards; their ability to mass-produce troops is too strong, both in terms of quality and quantity.

In addition, the area is rich in negative energy, so even though Talos has only been a formal wizard for a few years, he is quite famous among the formal wizards in the Southern Continent.