Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

After entering the mountain path, hidden traps and mechanisms can be seen from time to time on both sides, and dried bloodstains remain on the ground, indicating that many people have died here.

As you walk along the mountain path, your view gradually opens up, and a huge mountain village built against the mountain comes into view.

The stockade wall was built of huge stones, reaching several meters high, and was topped with black flags embroidered with ferocious wolf fang patterns.

The houses in the mountain stronghold were scattered, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys. The sounds of noisy drinking games and women's weeping could be faintly heard. It was less a bandit's den and more a distorted little society.

Luo Kunlun's eyes turned cold. He could see many ragged women being dragged away by bandits, their faces filled with despair. Several children huddled in a corner, their eyes filled with fear.

These bandits either robbed merchants or ransacked villages and towns. Women were either captured or bought for their own lust and procreation. Men were either killed or forced to join their gang, their hands stained with the blood of innocent people.

Luo Kunlun remained completely unmoved by this; he knew all too well the true colors of these thugs.

These bastards are all fucking animals!

They kill people, commit arson, and are worse than animals; the common people are lambs in their eyes.

Where bandits roam, almost every family has blood debts, shame, suffering, broken homes, broken families, and forced to leave their hometowns.

When the bandits plundered the county town, the prostitutes preferred to commit suicide rather than be taken up the mountain by the bandits.

The bandits were ruthless. Those captured were either nailed to walls or trees, disemboweled, and had their hearts and livers ripped out to make hangover soup. They had so many human hearts that they couldn't finish them all. What did they do with them? They preserved them by waxing.

In severe cases, they would gang rape the female family members in front of the entire family, then force the family members to commit incest among themselves, and finally kill them in an extremely humiliating manner!

When a group of lawless villains get together, their criminal behavior becomes utterly perverse.

Even more tragically, in the first modern era, bandits were actually associated with words like loyalty, chivalry, and robbing the rich to help the poor.

Those films and television works deserve a great deal of credit.

Many films and television works portray them as a kind of "civilized barbarians," that is, straightforward in their actions, do not understand many principles but are righteous and concerned about their country.

As a child, Luo Kunlun was deeply influenced by it, but the older he got, the more he felt it was nonsense.

The vast majority of bandits are opportunistic and will follow whoever provides the best treatment; only a very small number of bandits do good deeds.

In the TV series "My Own Swordsman," Lao Bai has a line: "What 'robbing the rich to help the poor'? A thief is a thief."

They are bandits, they were, they are, and they will be.

Luo Kunlun felt no psychological burden in killing such a thing.

Moreover, he believed that this was not for the sake of justice, but for his own benefit.

In the open space in the center of the mountain village, a bonfire was burning fiercely, with sparks shooting up more than ten feet high, casting long shadows of people all around.

The bandits, bare-chested and bare-backed, huddled around the campfire, devouring animal meat and chugging cheap liquor from large bowls. The sounds of drinking games, wild laughter, and foul language were deafening, filling the air with a primitive and savage atmosphere.

On the main seat, a nearly three-meter-tall giant of flesh sat like an iron tower, his muscles bulging like the roots of an old tree, his dark blue skin taut over his bulging muscles, glistening with an oily sheen.

A monster hand the size of a washbasin was transplanted onto his left arm, its jet-black claws gleaming with a cold, eerie light. It was none other than Demon Mountain, the leader of the Mountain Fang Gang.

Seeing Vollo stagger in, a hint of undisguised mockery flashed in the Mountain's murky eyes, and his rough, hoarse voice rang out like a broken gong: "Yo, isn't this our illustrious Mayor Vollo? Instead of enjoying yourself with some young ladies in town, what are you doing running to my den of thieves? Tired of being mayor and want to come back and lick my boots?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding bandits burst into laughter, their laughter filled with contempt and mockery.

Everyone knows that Vollo's position as mayor was obtained by being a lackey of the Mountain Fang gang and helping them dispose of stolen goods and share the spoils.

With that money, what couldn't they buy? Buying a town mayor position? What an idiot!

Just as the laughter was at its loudest and the banditry at its peak, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

Luo Kunlun suddenly drew his sword. The moment the Mo Yuan Greatsword was unsheathed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the campfire. Without moving his body, he flicked his wrist, and the greatsword sliced ​​through the air like a bolt of lightning.

puff!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Vollow's head flew into the air, tracing an arc.

It crashed heavily into the campfire, sending sparks flying.

Scalding sparks flew, and blood splattered all over the surrounding bandits. The boisterous laughter abruptly ceased, and everyone stood frozen in place, their smiles vanishing.

"Kid, are you fucking crazy?!" A burly bandit, his face contorted with rage, snapped out of his daze, gripping his machete and shouting, "Aren't you this guy's bodyguard?"

"Dare to kill someone on the Mountain Fang Gang's territory?"

Luo Kunlun did not answer, nor did he need to.

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground cracked open like a spider web as he shot into the crowd like an arrow.

He activated the Ripple Breathing Technique at full power, and wisps of "qi" even swirled around his entire body.

Ripples form battle aura!

Energy clung to the blade, its shimmering white light mingling with crimson blood to create a gruesome scene.

The shimmering white battle aura coiled around the sword blade like a living thing; as the greatsword was swung, the wind howled and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A bandit raised his knife to parry, but the blade shattered into pieces the moment it touched Mo Yuan's greatsword, shattered by the force of the battle qi.

Before he could even scream, the greatsword slashed down, cleaving him and the sword in two. His internal organs, mixed with blood, spilled onto the ground, staining the earth red.

Another bandit tried to block him with a heavy iron shield, but Luo Kunlun stepped on the air with his left foot, and his fighting spirit flowed into the ground through his foot, propelling him out like a cannonball.

With a kick to the center of the shield, his fighting spirit erupted instantly. With a crisp crack, the fine iron shield shattered. The immense force was transmitted through the shield, and the bandit was struck as if by a heavy blow. He was sent flying dozens of feet away, crashing heavily into the stone wall. His brains splattered, and he died on the spot.

"Damn it, where did this lunatic come from! Grab him and chop him up!"

With a roar, Demon Mountain stood up abruptly, his mountain-like body exuding an intense sense of oppression.

With a swift grab, he slipped the heavy armor beside him onto his body, the clanging of metal echoing as he instantly donned the armor.

This heavy armor was specially made for him; once he put it on, the Demon Mountain was practically a mobile fortress.

The remaining bandits also realized what was happening and grabbed their weapons, launching an attack from all sides.

Some wielded longswords and axes, hacking and stabbing with ruthless moves. Others bent down, picked up spears from the ground, and threw them at Luo Kunlun.

There were also several cyborg bandits whose arms had turned into sharp alloy blades and whose backs had bat wings. They hovered in the air and swooped down, launching extremely fierce attacks.

Luo Kunlun remained expressionless, his body enveloped in ripples that resembled flowing water.

All kinds of attacks hit the air shield and were instantly deflected, leaving not even a crack.

His footsteps were as nimble as the wind, as if he were strolling in a garden. He moved freely through the dense encirclement, dodging all attacks while each strike of his greatsword took a life.

"Pfft—" "Swish—" "Snap—"

Screams rose and fell as the bandits fell like wheat being harvested.

They might be beheaded with a single sword strike, cut in half at the waist, have their internal organs shattered by the force of their battle qi, or be reduced to a pile of mangled flesh by immense power.

In an instant, blood stained the campfire and Luo Kunlun's black clothes.

Seeing his underlings slaughtered like ants, Demon Mountain's eyes widened in fury, bloodshot veins bulging in them.

He pushed off the ground with both legs, and like an out-of-control armored vehicle, he charged toward Luo Kunlun with a whooshing sound.

With a height of nearly three meters, a weight of over a thousand kilograms, and heavy armor, the force of this impact would be enough to turn a fully armed knight into mincemeat. Even magical beasts of similar size would not dare to take it head-on.

Faced with this unstoppable collision, Luo Kunlun not only did not dodge or avoid it, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He leaped into the air, gripped the Mo Yuan Greatsword tightly with both hands, and slashed at Demon Mountain.

The black greatsword slashed through the night sky like a crescent moon. There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only the crisp sound of the sharp blade cutting through steel and flesh.

Mo Yuan's greatsword was incredibly sharp. With the added boost of battle qi and thirty points of physical strength, it easily cleaved through Mo Shan's heavy armor as if cutting tofu. It then cleaved down from the top of his head to his crotch, splitting the nearly three-meter-tall mountain of flesh in two!

Internal organs and blood mixed with shattered heavy armor spilled onto the ground, and the two corpses collapsed with a thud, their eyes still filled with disbelief, terror, and resentment.

The Demon Mountain, which dominated Black Wind Canyon and struck fear into the hearts of surrounding merchants and travelers, was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, armor and all!

With no leader and the extreme fear brought on by their leader's instant death, the bandits completely collapsed.

Some threw down their weapons and ran. Some collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy. Others tried to resist, but were already at their last gasp.

Luo Kunlun was like a demon from hell, weaving through the crowd. His sword always drew blood, killing anyone who stood in his way!

The fleeing bandits had nowhere to hide; with a single swing of the greatsword, they could pierce through the heart.

He showed no mercy to the bandit who knelt and begged for mercy; the cold blade fell and killed him.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

There was only one thought in my mind: leave none behind!

The moment Luo Kunlun stepped into the mountain stronghold, it was destined that these people were already dead!

The cries, screams, and the sounds of clashing weapons mingled together within the mountain stronghold before gradually subsiding.

When Luo Kunlun sheathed his greatsword, the entire mountain stronghold was awash in blood, corpses littered the ground, and the stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating.