Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The wind swept across the scorched woodland, carrying a heavy stench of blood, scattering the shattered remains of Graxsis in all directions.

After a violent tearing that resembled a raging storm, only a head remained on the ravaged ground, its wide-open eyes still holding the last vestiges of horror and disbelief.

Luo Kunlun originally intended to smash the head as well, but after discovering that the brain inside the skull had softened for unknown reasons, with most of it even becoming semi-fluid, he stopped caring about it.

With brain damage to this extent, even the most extraordinary person would die.

This must be a side effect of what was ingested.

After that, Luo Kunlun began to reap the spoils of war.

He bent down and parted the black hood, which was stained with blood and dust, and his fingertips touched two hard, foreign objects.

After searching for a while, he retrieved the two items from the bloodstains.

One was the acid ring that had nearly burned him not long ago; the bronze ring still bore dark green corrosion marks, and the eerie patterns gleamed under the moonlight.

The other was a tightly tied animal skin bag. The skin had been specially treated to be waterproof and moisture-proof, and even though it was stained with a lot of blood, the inside remained dry.

Luo Kunlun untied the knot in the animal skin bag and took out a book the size of a palm.

The book cover is pure black, the material is unknown, it feels rough but tough, and there is no wear on the edges, as if it has been through the years but is still intact.

Besides that, there was nothing else in the animal skin bag.

"So poor," Luo Kunlun muttered under his breath, already having made his judgment.

These two items, along with the small glass bottle he ate earlier, probably constitute all of Graxis's possessions.

This suggests that this guy is probably just an insignificant figure in the wizarding community.

To be precise, he was a wizard's apprentice.

After all, he was still showing off that he had just broken through to the intermediate apprentice level before he died, so it is likely that before that, he was just a bottom-level novice apprentice.

Drinking medicine at a crucial moment to break through was a stroke of luck, considering that even a stray dog ​​can mutate into a Qilin after drinking pesticide.

Luo Kunlun carefully took the acid ring, feeling the cool metallic touch, and the nanomachines immediately began to scan and analyze it automatically.

Unfortunately, as a wizard's artifact, the nanomachines couldn't analyze anything, only knowing that there was a weak magnetic field on the surface of the ring.

As for using it, forget about it.

There was no excessive thought or regret; after all, Luo Kunlun wasn't a wizard, so it was natural that he couldn't use the ring.

Then, he turned his gaze to the black book.

The book's pages were thick and heavy; when you gently turned them, they were covered with strange, densely packed writing.

It is not the script of the Bauhinia Kingdom, nor the script of any nearby country.

The strokes are twisted and eerie, like wriggling little snakes, exuding a mysterious aura.

"It should be wizarding script." Luo Kunlun was not surprised.

Based on the information currently available, it is speculated that the wizards most likely came from another continent, which is completely different from the countries on this land, and their writing systems would naturally also be different.

Luo Kunlun has been in this world for some time now. With the help of nanomachines, his learning ability far surpasses that of ordinary people. He can record a massive amount of knowledge with just a glance, and he has already memorized the language of the Bauhinia Kingdom.

But he couldn't recognize a single word on the black book, which further confirmed his suspicions.

Graxius must have understood these words, but unfortunately, the dwarf was already dead.

However, Luo Kunlun had no regrets about it.

For something like that, killing it outright is the greatest mercy; there's no need to keep it alive for interrogation.

Moreover, the wizard's methods are unpredictable, and it's risky to spare his life to extract information; Luo Kunlun doesn't intend to gamble on that.

"Let's figure out this script first." A hint of certainty flashed in Luo Kunlun's eyes. "A continent this big can't possibly be without people who understand this script."

"Those ancient noble families must have secrets about wizards. We can just ask them directly."

The so-called "asking" is naturally not a polite request for advice.

For those nobles, Lokunlun didn't mind using some simple and direct methods to force them to reveal everything they knew.

Having made up his mind, Luo Kunlun put the ring, the black leather book, and half of the sword hilt into the animal skin bag and carefully kept it close to his body. He looked up into the distance, his gaze piercing through the dense forest, and he already had a target in mind.

Since we're looking for top-tier information, there's no need to waste time on those minor nobles. Let's go straight to the heart of the kingdom: the king and the royal family.

An apprentice like Graxus might be insignificant in the wizarding world, but on this mortal continent, he is practically invincible.

There was no one left alive in the entire Ashenvale, including the Viscount Roth and his family, who were nobles.

Based on the scenes encountered when leaving the forest and passing by the Wimbledon family, it can be inferred that the Wimbledon family may have also been massacred.

A viscount's territory and an earl's family were easily slaughtered like ants in his hands. Countless places and villages became dead zones, and even the chirping of insects ceased to exist.

However, the entire Bauhinia Kingdom remained indifferent to this, clearly indicating that it had no ability to cope with the situation.

Or perhaps the risk is too great, and even if they could kill him, they don't want to damage their own strength in the process.

It can be said that if it weren't for Lokunlun, the entire kingdom might not have been able to control Graxis.

In other words, on this continent, Luo Kunlun has already reached the pinnacle of combat power, and is almost invincible.

Since that's the case, he naturally doesn't need to worry about anything. The most efficient choice is to barge into the palace and pry the answers about wizards and the Black Book from the king.

As the rulers of a kingdom, the royal family has a history spanning hundreds or even thousands of years, and its resources, both in terms of power and knowledge, far surpass those of ordinary nobles.

Having gathered everything, Luo Kunlun didn't linger and turned to speed off towards the main road. His figure was like a black lightning bolt, sweeping across the scorched woods and over the barren fields, the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly with each step.

Occasionally, one could see refugees fleeing along the way, dressed in rags, emaciated, their eyes filled with fear and despair, clearly affected by the witch doctor's massacre.

Luo Kunlun did not linger. He was not a savior and could not save many suffering people. Moreover, his only goal at the moment was to reach the capital and resolve the doubts in his heart.

Two days later, in the afternoon.

The capital of the Bauhinia Kingdom is a vast city with walls tens of meters high, making it virtually indestructible.

As the political, economic, and cultural center of the entire kingdom, the capital city boasts a population of 250,000. Its streets are crisscrossed, shops are lined up, pedestrians are constantly coming and going, and carriages rumble along the road. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, horses' hooves, and conversations mingle together, creating a vibrant and bustling scene that contrasts sharply with the desolation and ruin of some other areas.

Inside the palace, in the exquisite garden, King Atreus III of the Bauhinia Kingdom sat on a chaise longue covered with velvet cushions.

He was over fifty years old, with graying temples and the marks of time etched on his face. Yet, he showed no sign of enjoying afternoon tea; his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and unease.

On the exquisite white jade dining table, a carefully prepared afternoon tea is now laid out.

The rich black tea is infused with fresh milk, resulting in a warm color and a subtle milky aroma. Next to it are desserts made from the finest flour, garnished with honey, cream, and fresh berries.

At this level of productivity, these things are considered extremely luxurious.

In the past, King Arthas III particularly loved afternoon tea like this.

It is delicious, but it also represents power.

But at this moment, these exquisite foods seemed utterly tasteless to him, and he had no interest in even touching them.

"That wizard... what should I do..." King Arthur III murmured to himself, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

The sudden appearance of the wizard was no secret in aristocratic circles.

The news of so many noble families being wiped out and so many territories being turned into dead zones spread like wildfire among the nobles, causing immense panic.

Wizard, a word that exists only in ancient legends, represents power, mystery, and terror.

It can summon wind and rain, ignite flames, and easily take the lives of mortals; it is an existence that transcends all rules.

The appearance of such a mad, murderous wizard within his kingdom was like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head, causing Atreus III sleepless nights.

Not only him, but several of the kingdom's grand dukes had also become restless and sent envoys to the palace to inquire about the royal family's response.

Even several kings from neighboring countries sent secret letters expressing their concerns.

Because no one knows who this terrifying wizard's next target will be, or whether this disaster will spread to their country.