Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The fleeing soldiers ran wildly through the swamp like straw scattered by a gale.

Some people threw away their weapons and shields, focusing only on running wildly, and the heavy weapons tripped up many people.

They fell into the mud, their hands, covered in black mud, scratching wildly, only to be trampled underfoot by the surging crowd behind them. They let out piercing screams and soon fell silent.

Some people lost their shoes and ran barefoot onto the sharp peat blocks and gravel, bleeding profusely but oblivious to it, their eyes filled only with extreme fear of death, their mouths constantly screaming "monster" and "help," their voices hoarse like broken gongs.

Several archers were pulling at each other as they fled, their quivers falling off their backs and the arrows scattered in the mud, trampled to pieces.

A young soldier was pushed down by his comrade. He struggled to get up, but saw the shadow of the giant bear slowly looming over him.

With the ferocious eyes so close, he was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and bowels, uttering incomprehensible whimpers. Finally, he was crushed flat by the giant bear's foot, black blood and mud splattering up and staining the trousers of the fleeing people around him.

Some soldiers tried to flee towards the hills and woods, but were swept away by the chaotic crowd and ran in the opposite direction.

They pushed and shoved each other, hurled insults, and even drew their swords at each other, all for a chance to escape.

A centurion brandished his longsword, trying to maintain order, but was stabbed in the back by a fleeing soldier. He turned around in disbelief, looking at the face filled with fear and madness, before finally collapsing into the mud and being trampled into a pulp by the deserters who followed.

As for the members of the supervisory team, well, they even took off their heavy armor and ran faster than ordinary soldiers.

They shout loudly when sending others to their deaths, but when it's their turn, they run faster than anyone else.

Some even threw away their swords and badges, which symbolized their status, in order to lighten their burden.

A knight's squire slipped and fell into a deep pit in the peat bog. The black mud instantly rose above his chest. He frantically reached out and cried for help, but could only watch as his companions fled without looking back, ultimately being swallowed up by the mud, leaving only a trail of bubbling ripples in their wake...

The entire depression was transformed into a chaotic hellscape, a cacophony of fleeing footsteps, screams, cries, and the roars of the giant bear.

Like stray dogs, they had long lost all military discipline and noble dignity, their eyes filled only with fear of the behemoth and a last vestige of survival.

Meanwhile, the knights, led by Earl Wimbledon, turned pale as they watched the rout unfold before them.

The greatswords and axes in their hands trembled slightly; they knew that the hunt was almost a failure.

An elite legion of over a thousand men, fortifications, siege equipment...

Despite their luxurious equipment, they were easily defeated by the giant bear, suffering a crushing defeat.

With the armor-piercing falcon gone and the giant bear so powerful, how can we fight them?

So, escape?

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. As long as you are alive, there is always a chance to start over.

"No, absolutely not! We still have a chance!"

Viscount Roth jumped out. He had contributed a lot to this hunt, with two hundred elite soldiers and twenty attendants, but given the current situation, they were probably all lost.

Soldiers and servants are gone, but it's time to train new ones. However, the most important thing, the blood of the magical beast, is related to the future of the family!

He absolutely cannot accept returning empty-handed!

"Look, those iron chains binding that beast's hands and feet!"

Earlier, several catapults had managed to entangle the giant bear's right forelimb and left hindlimb, instantly tightening the chains, which were held tightly by more than a dozen soldiers.

But the giant bear was too strong, and it threw the soldier away in no time.

The entangled iron chains, as the giant bear swung them, became a handy "weapon".

Every time the giant bear swung its limbs, the iron chains would lash the ground with a whooshing sound, creating deep craters. Many deserters were struck by the chains, their bones shattered, and they died on the spot.

"We charged forward, some of us grabbing the iron chains, the rest using giant axes to chop off its limbs and joints, and after we had it under control, we used spears to pierce its right eye!"

The plan was simple, but it required them to risk their lives.

Thirteen junior knights, including Knight Ryan, who was wearing heavy armor, worked together to hold back the giant bear, while four mid-level knights finished it off.

Putting aside the armor he was wearing, a novice knight's own ability to withstand blows might not be impossible.

But they had just witnessed how powerful the bear's claws were, and they really didn't want to face such a terrifying beast.

Earl Wimbledon shared the same idea. His family was wealthy and powerful, with vast territories and numerous knights and soldiers under his command. There was no need for him to personally risk his life on the battlefield. If anything were to happen to him, the entire family could be thrown into chaos.

But Viscount Roth and Knight Ryan thought differently.

As a core member of the Karl family, he knew very well that the family needed to obtain the magical blood of this giant bear in order to cultivate a top-tier expert capable of leading the family and consolidating its position in the kingdom.

Viscount Roth was already forty years old. He knew his limits; in twenty years at most, he would grow old and would no longer be able to support the family's operations.

At that time, the Roth family will face a similar predicament to that of the Karl family, but the Karl family's foundation is far superior to that of the Roth family.

Faced with the same predicament, the Karl family might only see their territory shrink, while the Roth family is highly likely to be replaced by other forces and completely disappear from the map of the Bauhinia Kingdom.

If not now, when? Are we to wait until we're old and weak? I fear that by then we won't have the strength to fight to the death!

At this moment, Sir Ryan stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "My lord, the intelligence of this behemoth far exceeds our imagination."

"Its precise destruction of the armor-piercing falcon and its prioritization of hunting the most threatening targets are enough to illustrate this point."

"We've completely enraged it now, and it definitely holds a grudge against us! If such a massive beast were to break free of the Ado Forest, the destructive power would be immense!"

Upon hearing the words "break out of the Ado Forest," Earl Wimbledon suddenly realized what was going on, and his face instantly turned ugly.

Isn't his territory just outside the Ado Forest?

There are vast farmlands, estates, and ranches there.

If this giant beast is allowed to break free, it will rampage and cause countless losses of people, cattle, sheep, and grain.

That's all pure, unadulterated money!

Even more frightening is that several of the family's enemies have been eyeing the house covetously. If they were to launch an invasion at this opportunity, the Wimbledon family would be caught in a pincer movement and could be utterly destroyed.

"In that case, we must kill this beast!" Although Earl Wimbledon valued his life, he was by no means a hesitant person.

If the behemoth is allowed to break free, it will inevitably cause even greater trouble.

"Let's go!"

"As planned, the junior knights will hold onto the iron chains, while the four mid-level knights will cut off its limbs!"

The moment the sound faded, the knights grabbed their weapons and charged toward the giant beast.

At this time, among the deserters.

Luo Kunlun slapped down someone who was trying to seize an escape route and used him as a shield without hesitation.

Unfortunately, with Luo Kunlun's current strength, a slight movement could take his life.

He was not surprised by the current defeat.

How could an ancient army possibly defeat a giant bear that even heavy machine guns and artillery might not be able to kill?

As Luo Kunlun fled with the crowd, he kept an eye on the knights on the high platform.

"So that's how it is. They wanted to use iron chains to restrain the giant bear, break its joints, and then kill it."

With just one glance, one can discern the other party's intentions.

The idea was to use the armor and physical advantages to hold back the giant bear from behind the flying iron chains, slowing it down and restricting its movement.

The plan is feasible, but the success rate is not high.

But there is indeed a possibility of success.

"They still haven't given up despite this, continuing the hunt. This giant bear must be extremely valuable, containing a great secret..."

Thinking of this, Luo Kunlun picked up a set of armor that someone had taken off and a sharp sword from the mud, and quietly hid in a relatively intact fortification.

After shaking off the black mud from the armor, put on the armor and picked up the sword.

In the midst of the chaos on the battlefield, no one noticed or cared about him.