Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"It's Brock's heavy armor! And a complete set!"

Not far away, the driver exclaimed in disbelief.

His physical fitness reached 5 points, making him an elite among knights, yet he never imagined he would see the finest armor on the continent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other knights in the camp gathered around, their eyes fixed on the man, their envy undisguised.

Weapons, armor, and mounts are the foundation for a knight's survival on the battlefield.

Unarmed men are no match for armed men, and armed men are no match for armored men. A good suit of armor can reduce casualties in a life-or-death struggle and withstand more blows from an opponent's heavy sword or axe.

Among all heavy armors, the Blo heavy armor produced by the Southern Honeysuckle Kingdom is legendary.

It is completely different from the heavy and thick steel armor worn by ordinary knights.

While ensuring that the protective strength is not compromised in the slightest, the Blo heavy armor uses a special forging process to reduce its weight, thereby reducing the knight's stamina consumption.

At the same time, its ingenious design allows for flexibility almost comparable to that of an average person.

It would take two hundred highly skilled craftsmen six months to create one set of such armor.

Such a set of armor costs as much as 30,000 gold coins, which is the total tax revenue of the Roth family for two years, but it is not normally available for purchase.

The Kingdom of Honeysuckle has long classified the Blo heavy armor as a strategic resource, strictly controlling it. Each set has a unique serial number and is prohibited from being circulated outside the country.

Even for important figures, it would be difficult to obtain them easily; the number of Bulgo heavy armor sets openly displayed in the entire Bauhinia Kingdom would definitely not exceed ten.

This is still the Bauhinia Kingdom, a powerful inland nation.

Therefore, each set is a priceless treasure that can be passed down through generations, and now a set has appeared.

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The visitor was introduced as Ryan Karl, the chief knight of the Karl family.

This Marquis Karl's younger brother, born of the same mother, served as a knight to assist his elder brother after reaching adulthood.

The Bloat armor and that greatsword are probably the Karl family's most prized possessions. Knight Ryan used them all, which shows the deep bond between the two brothers and how much they valued this mission.

The middle-ranking knight of the Karl family is nearly seventy years old. In another ten years or so, even if he doesn't die, his physical strength will decline.

Ryan is the most physically capable junior knight in the family. If he can get a few jars of magical beast blood, he can break through the bottleneck and advance to a mid-level knight in three to five years at most.

As for whether he would covet his brother's title after his promotion, for the Karl family, power is ultimately still in the hands of their own family, which is better than being devoured by outsiders.

The flaxen-haired youth who came with Ryan was also a knight.

At the age of twenty-three, he had already broken through the limits of human physical ability and become a junior knight. Such talent left Layton with mixed feelings. With his current physical abilities, it would take him at least seven or eight years to advance to the next level of knight.

After that, the soldiers of each unit divided their camps according to their territories and did not interact with each other.

Luo Kunlun huddled under the oilcloth, munching on dry, hard bread. In the distance came the muffled sounds of engineers hammering wood and setting up catapults, mixed with the metallic clanging of ballistae being tested. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Loren, do you think... we can make it back alive?"

Beside him, the young man named Tom said with a hint of frustration, "When I came here, I saw a knight carrying a giant axe that weighed a hundred pounds, as if it were just a wooden stick."

"Such powerful people have been mobilized, what exactly are we going to kill?"

Although I have been mentally prepared to die on the battlefield since I enlisted, who can be unafraid when they are really close to death?

Luo Kunlun did not answer him; he was simply thinking.

With such a large operation, the creature they're hunting must be extraordinary.

First of all, it can be confirmed that it was not a person.

That five-ton "Armor-Piercing Falcon" ballista can fire armor-piercing arrows at subsonic speeds, and has penetrating power comparable to large-caliber sniper bullets.

Even a high-ranking knight, fully armed, can be easily torn apart by crossbow bolts.

But such weapons are clearly not designed to be used against humans.

It has great destructive power, but is not very agile and can only deal with clumsy creatures.

Those who are relatively small in stature and intelligent are not included.

There exists a special kind of radiation in this world that humans can benefit from, so there's no reason why wild animals can't.

So, it was a huge, ferocious beast?

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The largest tent in the camp was completely surrounded by trusted soldiers.

Here, the knights gathered together.

There were fourteen junior knights, as well as four mid-ranking knights, including Viscount Roth and even Earl Wimbledon, who initiated the operation.

Fourteen junior knights stood on either side, while four mid-level knights sat in the center. The Earl of Wimbledon, who was the leader, was a burly man who exuded a terrifying sense of pressure from his powerful physique.

"According to my soldiers' reconnaissance, the target is deep within the Black Mud Swamp. It's a huge beast; killing it will yield at least fifty jugs of demonic beast blood!"

Upon hearing the count's words, everyone's breathing quickened.

A jar of demon beast blood contains about ten liters, so fifty jars would be five hundred liters.

The Earl of Wimbledon, who contributed the most, naturally took the lion's share, while the rest was distributed among the participating forces. Each of them received at least two or three jars of blood.

Two jars of blood are enough to give a novice knight a very high chance of being promoted to a mid-level knight.

If it is made into a medicine, the effect will be stronger, the shelf life will be extended, and it can even be passed down to the next generation to ensure the continuation of the family's high-end combat power.

Viscount Roth sat to one side, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword, his eyes gleaming with a burning light.

With the effort of a mid-level knight like myself, the blood reward after a successful hunt would definitely be more than two jars of blood; it should be at least three to five jars.

At that time, the future of the Roth family will not only be secured, but they may even rise to a higher level!

However, that big guy is by no means easy to deal with.

"The Black Swamp is a natural depression, low in the middle and high around the edges, and is always muddy and silty. The beast hides in the deepest mud, making it difficult to find."

The count traced a deep mark on the swamp map on the table with his fingertip. "So my plan is to have the engineers build concealed fortifications on the edge of the swamp first, and then deploy catapults, ballistae, and armor-piercing falcons on the high ground."

"Use the terrain to ambush them, lure the big guy out, and then shoot him down with catapults, ballistae, and armor-piercing falcons."

"Of course, this is the most ideal and fortunate scenario."

Earl Wimbledon added, "If it were that simple, I wouldn't need you all."

"The armor-piercing falcon is powerful, but it's useless if you can't hit it. Given the terror of the monster, even if ordinary ballistae and catapults hit it, they might not be able to seriously injure it."

"Adding to the issue of wetland fog, we have to consider the worst-case scenario."

"In the worst-case scenario, archers would fire arrows to lure the enemy, catapults would be used to throw grappling hooks to restrict its movement, soldiers would form a shield wall and spear formation to wear it down as much as possible, and finally, the knights would deliver the fatal blow!"

In short, it's about using human lives to overwhelm the monsters, letting the soldiers consume them, and then having the rest of the team make their move at the last moment.