Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Legend has it that the spellcaster can kill with a wave of his hand, is formless and intangible, and can release wind, fire, thunder and lightning at will, like a god who controls the power of heaven and earth.

They only possess a little brute strength; in their eyes, they might really just be insects that can bite.

After eating some of the wild beast meat he had hunted to replenish his strength, Luo Kunlun rested for a while before activating the Resonance Body Refinement again. The holographic screen of Zero lit up in his mind, displaying the changes within his body in real time.

While resonating and tempering his body, Luo Kunlun also discovered some new changes through Zero's monitoring.

In resonance mode, his blood seemed to be purified.

To be precise, it is the bone marrow's hematopoietic function that is continuously strengthened under the influence of the Vibrating Force Body Refinement.

The blood in the body is becoming thicker and more concentrated. Old blood, carrying impurities, is expelled from the body like sweat. A thin layer of black stains seeps out from the skin, emitting a fishy smell.

The newly generated strands of blood surge through the blood vessels with even greater force, nourishing every inch of muscle and every bone.

It's like the marrow cleansing and blood transfusion in novels.

As his blood marrow strengthens, Luo Kunlun's physical body will reach a transcendent level, and his physical abilities will become even more powerful.

However, Luo Kunlun also knew that human strength has its limits and it is impossible to keep honing one's skills indefinitely.

Once all the old blood in the body has been replaced, the effect of resonance body tempering will reach its peak, and it will be difficult to make any further progress.

As for repeating this process multiple times, performing so-called second or third blood transfusions, that's simply not feasible.

Just like a piece of forged steel, forcibly reforging it will not make it stronger, but will only ruin it.

The human body is the same; its structure is fixed, like a level ceiling that can't be broken no matter what you do.

Even so, by then, Luo Kunlun's physical strength will be terrifyingly strong.

Twenty? Twenty-five? Or is it possible to reach the terrifying level of thirty?

While cultivating, Luo Kunlun was also pondering this question.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Luo Kunlun suddenly twisted his waist and hips, unleashing a powerful punch with a whooshing sound!

The punch was so fast that the air was suddenly compressed, producing a short, muffled "thud," like a distant clap of thunder.

As the force of the punch swept past, the bushes not far away shook violently, their branches and leaves rustling, and several withered leaves were swept away several meters by the airflow.

Sonic boom? It's nowhere near as good.

This is just the airflow generated by the punch, not a real sonic boom.

To reach the level of a sonic boom, the required force would be enough to instantly shatter his physical body.

After all, if one could truly create a sonic boom with a single punch, destroying a building would be no problem.

But the sound also made him truly realize the terrifying potential of his physical abilities.

Time flew by during his cultivation, but a strong feeling of hunger in his stomach interrupted Luo Kunlun's concentration.

This hunger is not just ordinary emptiness of the stomach, but a desire that originates from the deepest part of the body.

The essence of resonance body tempering is to extract and squeeze the energy of cells to an extreme degree. Every vibration consumes a lot of energy. The hunger at this moment is because countless cells are crying out for energy replenishment.

He now understood why those urban martial arts novels always featured strong characters eating a cow every day.

Because his appetite is now far beyond that of ordinary people, eating a cow a day might be an exaggeration, but eating an adult wild boar or wolf is not a problem.

The monster blood had long been used up, and Luo Kunlun had been eating wild beasts from the nearby forest for some time now.

At this rate, it's unclear how long he can survive on the wild animals in the area.

He has hunted down most of the wild boars, wolves, and deer in this area.

"At this rate, the wild animals around here won't last long," Luo Kunlun muttered to himself.

As body refinement progresses, the body's demand for energy increases, and the energy provided by the flesh and blood of ordinary wild beasts can no longer keep up with the rate of consumption.

If he wants to continue advancing his body refinement and reach that unknown limit, he must find a more powerful source of energy.

It might be a rare magical beast like the giant bear, or it might be some other high-energy treasure.

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The Wimbledon family's territory seemed to be shrouded in an impenetrable gloom.

The once bustling Earl's mansion now resembles a tomb visited by the Grim Reaper.

The moss on the stone path was stained with dark red bloodstains. In the shadows under the pillars, servants huddled and trembled. People passing by all lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, their footsteps as light as if afraid to wake a sleeping demon. Even if they bumped into an acquaintance, they only dared to glance at them out of the corner of their eyes and did not dare to breathe.

Inside the master bedroom of the main castle, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows that made the room even more eerie.

The air was filled with a strange, nauseating stench of blood, incense, and women's perfume.

Lange Wimbledon sat on a soft chair covered with a scarlet carpet, wrapped in a large count's robe, like a withered tree stuck in brocade.

His face was sallow, with dark circles under his eyes. There was no joy in his eyes as a newly crowned earl, only lingering fear and exhaustion.

Who would have thought that an unknown illegitimate son, a nobody who didn't even have the right to sit at the table in the family, would suddenly become the head of the Wimbledon family after the "accidental" deaths of the Oro father and son?

But to Lange, this prestige was nothing more than a miserable job where he could die at any moment.

Ever since that dwarf wizard named Graxis moved into the mansion, the family has become puppets, pawns to be manipulated at will by the wizard.

"My lord, the Karl family truly has no magical beast blood! I swear on the honor of my family!"

The old man kneeling on the ground had white hair and a beard stained with dust and blood; he was a mid-ranking knight of the Karl family.

He trembled all over, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, not even having the courage to look up at the head of the table.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, the fabric on his back clung to his skin, and every breath he took was accompanied by a suppressed sob.

On the soft couch next to the main seat, Graxis leaned back, his withered arm casually draped over the edge, his fingertips toying with a bloodstained noble badge.

Standing less than 1.3 meters tall, his gray-black cloak trailed on the ground, revealing sallow, wrinkled skin that resembled dehydrated tree bark.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Graxsis's shrill voice rang out, like fingernails scraping against rotten wood: "No?"

"Yes, yes! Your Excellency Wizard!" The old man kowtowed hurriedly, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud. "The Karl family truly has no magical beast blood!"

"The knights and soldiers who participated in the hunt either died on the swamp battlefield or disappeared after their ranks were scattered. Their bodies weren't even recovered. How could they possibly have the resources to take the monster's blood?"

He dared not conceal a single word, nor dared he offer the slightest explanation.

During this time, Graxis had already massacred three families in his search for the giant bear's blood.

The mansion was burned down, and all the men, young and old, were tortured and killed. Everyone in the territory was slaughtered, except for the women who were still pretty, who were abducted and used as tools for sexual gratification.

At this moment, Graxsis' right arm was around a blonde noblewoman.

The noblewoman was dressed in a gorgeous silk dress, with a beautiful figure, but her face was pale and there were still tear stains on the corners of her eyes.

The woman forced a smile, her fingers gently stroking Graxis's withered arm, but her eyes held a deep-seated fear.

The scene was extremely bizarre; the dwarf's withered figure contrasted sharply with the noblewoman's plumpness, like a delicate flower entangled by a withered vine, exuding an indescribable absurdity and gloom.

The noblewoman knew better than anyone that she and the other women who were left behind were only a few days longer than the men who had died.

Graxis was not only emaciated, but also born with a congenital defect in his genitals, and his temperament was extremely unpredictable.

A few days ago, a woman was crushed into a bloody mess by him simply because her hand trembled slightly when he handed her a drink. Blood splattered all over the wall, and the dark red marks are still there to this day, like a grinning ghost face.

"In that case, forget it."

Graxsis's voice suddenly softened, his high-pitched tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Knight Karl was overjoyed; his tense body instantly relaxed, and he hurriedly kowtowed in gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your mercy, my lord! Thank you for your mercy, my lord!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy and felt a cold touch on his neck, followed by excruciating pain.

Before the old man could even see what Graxis had done, his gaze suddenly plummeted downwards. He saw his own body still kneeling on the ground, hot blood gushing from his neck, staining the carpet in front of him red.

The head rolled to the ground, its eyes still wide open, filled with unbelievable terror.

A dignified mid-ranking knight died without any resistance.

Graxis looked at the head that had rolled to his feet, a cruel smile spreading across his gaunt face. His shrill laughter echoed in the gloomy room: "How boring."

He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of life and death. In the Wizarding Continent, he was just a lowly dwarf despised by everyone and ostracized at every turn.

But in the interior of this forgotten land, he is the supreme ruler, a devil and a god in the eyes of mortals.

Lange sat to the side, biting his lip hard, his nails digging deep into his palms, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

He dared not look at the headless corpse, much less at Graxsis's eyes, and could only bury his head even lower, letting fear entwine his heart like vines.

He knew that resistance was futile.

Previously, some nobles had banded together and sent knights with the sharpest daggers to try and assassinate Graxis.

But before the knights could even make a move, they were crushed into mincemeat by an invisible force.

Some people traveled thousands of miles to the capital, requesting the royal family or the grand duke to send high-ranking knights to slay the demon, but were turned away.

The nobles of this continent were originally just descendants of wizards or servants who lacked any magical talent. In the face of a true wizard, they didn't even have the courage to resist.

Since it wasn't their own people who died, and since this devil was only causing trouble in a distant territory, turning a blind eye became the tacit choice of the royal family and the grand dukes.

The flickering candlelight cast a long shadow of Gracis on the wall, making him look like a menacing demon.

He pressed the trembling blonde woman's head down into his arms, his shrill voice ringing out again: "Who's next?"

The air in the room grew colder, and Lange's body trembled even more violently.

Another family is about to perish.

Graxsis was less searching for beast blood and more engaging in pure torture.

It's like a dog with a coin in its mouth bumping into a person.

What would people do?

Naturally, they killed the dog and then took the copper coins.

Is it really worth it for a single copper coin? Just take the coin, isn't that enough?

Because I am a human, and it is just a dog.

This is the wizard's concept: the weak are like dogs, to be killed at will, and the so-called equivalent exchange only exists between those of equal or similar strength.

No wizard would think that Graxis's actions were wrong.