Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"Charge! Close-range grappling hook!"

Thirteen junior knights wore heavy and thick full-body armor, each steel plate being 30% thicker than regular knight armor. The weight of eighty pounds made them sink half a foot into the black mud of the swamp with every step.

Like thirteen mobile steel fortresses, they rushed out of the swamp, stepping on the black mud.

The giant bear had already sensed it; its scarlet right eye locked onto the approaching knight, and a deep roar rolled from its throat.

Its massive body twisted violently, and its right forelimb and left hindlimb, which were entangled in the anchor hook, suddenly exerted force.

The iron chains instantly tightened like bowstrings, sweeping out with immense force, lashing down on the knights like steel whips!

clang--!

The first chain lash struck the shoulder armor of the front-row knight with a resounding thud, instantly creating a deep dent. The dull impact made one's eardrums vibrate.

The knight was instantly shoved half a foot into the black mud, but fortunately, thanks to his heavy armor and physical strength, he managed to withstand a blow that would have turned an ordinary person into a mangled mess.

However, he also spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with black mud, clearly indicating that he had suffered internal injuries from the force of the impact, but he also took the opportunity to grab the iron chain.

The iron chains that followed came like a storm, their sharp whistling echoing through the air as they lashed against the knights' armor.

A knight's helmet was grazed by the chain, and pieces of armor flew everywhere. His vision went black, but he forced himself to shake his head back to his senses with superhuman strength and willpower, and continued to charge forward despite the whipping.

Another knight's leg armor was struck by the chain, and amidst the sound of the steel plate shattering, he staggered and knelt on one knee, but quickly used the hilt of his sword to push himself up and continued to advance forward, dragging his injured leg.

There was no way out at this point; the only way to create an opportunity for a follow-up attack was to get close enough to grab the chain.

The knights advanced in a triangular formation, with the three in the front protecting their vitals with heavy shields, while the ten in the back were divided into two groups, flanking the bear's right forelimb and left hindlimb respectively.

The whipping of the chains grew more and more intense, each impact carrying the force of a landslide. The dents and scratches on the armor spread rapidly, and many people were shaken so badly that their blood churned and blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths. Some were even struck in the chest by the chains, groaning and bending over, but still gritting their teeth and closing the distance with the giant bear step by step.

"Hold on!" roared the knight who was the first to grab the iron chain, his voice hoarse from the pain.

When they were less than three meters away from the giant bear, the thirteen people exerted their strength at the same time, gripping the chain tightly with both hands, leaning their bodies backward, and pressing their center of gravity to the lowest possible level.

The bear flew into a rage, violently swinging its limbs. The iron chains were instantly pulled straight, and the enormous force plowed two deep furrows into the black mud beneath the knights' feet. Many were dragged along, sliding through the swamp, their knees and elbows scraping against the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

Like a tightly knit whole, breathing in unison and gathering strength, they used the weight of their heavy armor and the resistance of the swamp to fight against the brute force of the giant bear.

The sound of chains lashing against them was incessant, the cracking of armor breaking, the muffled groans of muscles tearing, and the roars of the giant bears mingled together.

Their arms were marked with deep bloodstains from the iron chains, and their shoulders trembled from the immense strain, yet no one let go.

Finally, under the continuous dragging, the range of motion of the giant bear's right forelimb and left hindlimb was forcibly compressed, the amplitude of its claw swings became smaller and smaller, and its forward steps became sluggish and clumsy.

The giant beast, which was originally as agile as a small mountain, was now as if it were fixed to the ground with steel nails. Its movements were slowed down by most, and it could only let out a deafening roar, but could no longer pounce freely.

"Pull! Hold on! Hold on!"

Thirteen novice knights roared, their hands gripping the chains tightly, their arm muscles bulging like dragons, their physical strength, four or five times that of ordinary people, pushed to the limit, and beads of sweat mixed with black mud rolled down their bulging necks.

The swamp trembled violently with the roar of the giant bear, which twisted its body wildly, its rock armor and iron chains rubbing together to create blinding sparks, and humus and iron ore fragments fell in a flurry.

"Now!"

The moment the giant bear was trapped, Earl Wimbledon and four other mid-ranking knights, including Viscount Roth, who were always ready, shot out like arrows, wielding giant axes and sprinting through the muddy swamp.

The axe blades gleamed coldly, and their explosive power, far exceeding that of ordinary people, allowed them to move swiftly even on the slippery ground.

The four people split into two groups and pounced on the giant bear's left and right leg joints respectively.

The giant bear is finished once its legs are cut off!

"drink!"

Earl Wimbledon was the first to strike, his giant axe whistling through the air as it cleaved fiercely at the giant bear's left hind leg joint.

Clang—Pfft!

The axe blade first shatters the outer layer of peat crust, then splits through the tough iron-tipped keratin layer, and finally embeds itself deeply into the thick skin and muscles at the joint.

Thick, dark red blood gushed out instantly, splashing all over his armor like a fountain.

Almost simultaneously, Viscount Roth's giant axe struck the right hind leg joint. The moment the axe blade embedded itself, the giant bear let out a deafening roar, and the entire depression trembled.

Two other mid-level knights followed closely behind, their giant axes slashing at the giant bear's knuckles in turn.

The crisp cracking of the stratum corneum and the muffled thud of muscles tearing mingled together, and dark red blood spread through the swamp, turning large patches of black mud dark red.

The four mid-ranking knights swung their axes like madmen, each strike using all their strength. The axe blades churned through flesh and blood, tearing out pieces of meat and tendons.

They could feel the bear's joints loosening; two more blows would sever the ligaments completely!

But at that moment, the giant bear's scarlet pupils suddenly contracted, and a resolute madness ignited within its violent rage.

"roar--!"

It exerted its strength suddenly, its muscles bulging, and its body, which was originally restrained by iron chains, instantly tensed up. The thirteen novice knights felt an irresistible force coming from their hands, as if they were being dragged by a moving mountain.

The next second, the giant bear suddenly swung its limbs, and a crisp "crack" sound came from the part where the rock armor and the anchor hooks came into contact. Those anchor hooks that only hooked into the gaps in the rock armor and did not penetrate the body were actually torn apart by it from the composite rock armor!

"not good!"

The knights responsible for pulling the iron chains paled in shock. Before they could react, they were lifted off the ground by the chains that were being dragged along.

Like a kite with a broken string, it drew a series of awkward arcs in mid-air.

Some knights were thrown against the rocks beside them, the sound of armor shattering and bones breaking rang out at the same time, and they died on the spot.

Some knights were bound by chains around their waists, their joints were dislocated, and they fell into the swamp with screams, instantly being submerged in the black mud.

The remaining few managed to land, but they were all injured and unable to get up.

Thirteen novice knights, at the cost of half being killed or seriously injured, only managed to gain a mere 3 seconds of restriction time.

Three seconds was enough for four mid-level knights to break through the rock armor and cut through the flesh, but they were ultimately short of the final, fatal blow.

"No—! It was so close!"

Viscount Roth's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the giant bear's joints, which, though mangled and bloody, still showed no broken ligaments, and let out a desperate roar.

Just give them two more seconds, no, just one second, just sever their legs and this behemoth will fall and be slaughtered by them!

But the giant bear won't give them another chance.