Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Panglai Island, a medium-sized island located 170 miles from the Isle of Death, is one of an archipelago consisting of twenty islands of varying sizes, centered around the Isle of Death.

The island is inhabited by about three thousand people who make a living by farming and fishing.

Conditions on the island are not good, incomparable to those on the mainland; it is a forgotten corner.

Even the landowning class in the archipelago only had slightly better food and lodging than ordinary people.

However, those with extraordinary abilities are not among them.

On the island’s eastern coast, a small wizard’s tower, converted from an old lighthouse, stands on the edge of a cliff.

This is an affiliated stronghold of the Thorns of Death, guarded by the apprentice Velo, whose task is to watch over Pomlai Island, "herd" for the Wizard Lord, and regularly supply "materials" to the main island.

At this moment, Vero was sitting at a table inside the tower, enjoying white bread and grilled fish on his plate. In such a place, this was the ultimate luxury.

But just as he was chewing, a slight tremor suddenly came from the earth, and a faint rumble came from the distant horizon, like thunder rolling across the sea.

"What's going on?" Vero's heart tightened, and he instantly lost his appetite. He stood up abruptly, ignoring the roasted meat that had fallen from his hands, and rushed up to the observation platform at the top of the tower, gazing towards the main island of the Thorns of Death.

That one glance made his blood almost freeze.

In the distance, the main island of the Thorns of Death was suddenly torn apart by the thick, dark clouds that had shrouded it year-round. A "storm" that seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth raged in the center of the island. Bright blue high-temperature rays collided violently with the gray necromantic miasma, bursting out a rain of light.

The island's outline twisted and turned in the storm, thick smoke and dust shot into the sky, and even here, one could clearly feel the terrifying, world-destroying force.

"The school of thought... has been attacked?!" Vero's voice trembled, and his face was ashen.

With the strength of the school, including a 20,000-strong elite undead legion, three first-ring undead wyverns, and the official wizard Talos, such power is enough to sweep across the surrounding seas. How could anyone dare to launch a direct attack?

Was the other party prepared?!

Fear overwhelmed Vero, but there was nothing he could do but pray that the Wizard Lord would defeat his opponent.

Meanwhile, the battle on the main island of the Thorns of Death is nearing its end.

The two remaining undead dragons were like fragile kites in front of Lokunlun's floating cannons.

Luo Kunlun controlled them, and the two shuttle-shaped weapons pierced the air at a speed of Mach 10, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom, instantly turning into two silver streaks of light that accurately pierced through the undead dragon.

The cracking sound of the dragon's bones breaking was deafening. The powerless undead dragon plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string. Before it even touched the ground, it was swept up by the gravitational storm activated by Lokunlun.

An invisible gravitational field twisted and tore wildly, instantly pulverizing the two undead dragons into countless bone fragments that merged with the dust on the island.

After dealing with the dragon, the next one is Talos.

Luo Kunlun gave his opponent no chance to breathe. With the help of gravity, his wings propelled him forward, and he instantly appeared in front of Talos. His right claw was surrounded by pale blue high-energy plasma, and he struck his opponent with a world-destroying momentum.

Bang!

The combined force and intense heat of the attack erupted instantly, shattering Talos's skeletal body like porcelain. Fragments of decaying flesh and bones scattered everywhere, instantly incinerated by the plasma.

"What a terrifying creature..." Talos's consciousness was filled with endless horror the moment his body was destroyed.

He could clearly sense that Luo Kunlun's physical strength and mental power had both surpassed the mid-level of the first ring.

Yet, he had never offended such a powerful figure.

Before he could think any further, his survival instinct drove his spirit to instantly detach from his shattered body, transforming into a streak of dark blue light as it frantically fled toward the coastline.

For a formal wizard, as long as the spiritual body remains, there is always a chance to start over.

In his pursuit of speed, Talos's spiritual body rapidly shrank, like a candle flickering in the wind. He was burning his precious spiritual energy in an attempt to gain a sliver of hope.

Unfortunately, Luo Kunlun had no chance of letting him escape.

"receive!"

The instant after Talos's spiritual body acted, Lokunlun took him into his own mental space.

As if grasped by an invisible hand, I was instantly drawn into an unknown place.

The next moment, the spiritual body was instantly dismantled, and the memories were transformed into abstract information and absorbed by Luo Kunlun.

Most of Talos's memories, magical knowledge, and important experimental data were transformed into abstract information, which was then processed by Lokunlun's distributed intelligent network.

The battle has now come to a complete end.

Looking around, the entire main island of the Thorns of Death was now a scorched wasteland.

The ground was almost flattened by high-temperature rays and gravitational storms, leaving behind ravines, lava fields, and ruins of the original forests, mountains, and coastlines.

Apart from Lokunlun, there were no other living creatures on the island. The only remaining building was the dilapidated wizard tower, with only its foundation remaining.

Luo Kunlun hovered in mid-air, then turned and flew towards the coastline, his target clear: the hidden cave where the undead sea monsters had infiltrated.

He already knew that the wizard tower on the island was nothing more than a place for apprentices to live and cultivate, and had no value whatsoever except for some miscellaneous items and the apprentices' personal belongings.

As a formal wizard, Talos hid his true treasures—rare materials, wizarding models, wizarding knowledge, and magic stone potions—in his secluded underground laboratory.

Waves crashed against the shore, where reefs stood tall.

Luo Kunlun flew to the cave entrance and stepped inside without hesitation. In the darkness deep within the cave lay the reward he had been most looking forward to on this trip.

The cave entrance was damp and dark, with slippery moss covering the rock walls, exuding a strong negative energy and a decaying smell, while shimmering with a ghostly green light.

The cave is much deeper than I imagined, winding downwards as if leading straight to the abyss at the bottom of the sea.

Luo Kunlun flew at full speed, ignoring whatever was in the way, and rushed straight through.

Talos's defensive magic array and other methods were rendered useless by Lokunlun's strong body and the gravitational field covering his entire body, as if they were made of paper. They were twisted and torn apart by an invisible force.

Thus, Luo Kunlun traveled unimpeded and soon arrived at the underground laboratory deep within the cave.

The laboratory was much larger than expected, with dozens of transparent culture chambers filled with the remains of various bizarre creatures.

Some were mutated limbs of fish-men, some were skeletons of sirens, and some were organs of deep-sea creatures never seen before, with faint negative energy bubbles floating in the soaking liquid.

On the stone platform next to the incubation chamber, there were a large number of experimental notes, sorcery scrolls and rare materials. In the corner, there was a box that emitted pure energy fluctuations.

Luo Kunlun's gaze swept quickly across the laboratory, where the distributed network synchronously recorded all useful information.

At the same time, he found a hidden compartment containing a thick notebook with a yellowed cover.

According to Talos's memory, this is the diary of an ancient undead, and it is also Talos's most important possession.

He owes his success today entirely to this notebook, which contains a wealth of knowledge.

The spirit that wrote this diary was definitely a high-ranking being.

The value of this diary far surpasses everything else in this laboratory.

Therefore, Luo Kunlun rushed here immediately.

After putting everything away, Luo Kunlun began to take stock of his spoils.