Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"Follow me, all of you!" A deep voice rang out; it was the leader of a group of black-armored warriors.

Tall and imposing, with menacing beast teeth embedded in his shoulder armor, he was clearly the squad leader among the cyborgs. "Go to the warehouse and get a set of equipment. Hurry, don't delay our journey!"

Luo Kunlun followed the crowd to the warehouse. The warehouse was low and dark, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and mildew.

The shelves were piled high with all sorts of weapons and equipment, mostly worn-out armor, dulled crossbows, crude crossbows, and daggers.

Under the command of squad leader Dulin, a group of "cannon fodder" swarmed forward, frantically grabbing any usable equipment.

For them, even a rusty short sword is far better than being empty-handed, at least it can bring a sense of security, even if it is false.

Luo Kunlun remained unmoved. The Mo Yuan Greatsword on his back was already his most reliable weapon, and these crudely made equipment were meaningless to him.

After receiving their equipment, the hundred-man team was led to the center of the square, where they met the wizard apprentice who was leading the team.

He was a black-haired youth dressed in a silver-white robe, with a handsome face and a hint of arrogance between his brows. In his hand, he held a staff with a blue gemstone inlaid at the top.

"Honorable Manru Apprentice, the team is assembled and ready to depart at any time." Dulin and the other cyborg soldiers knelt on one knee, their tone respectful.

"Very good." Manru nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the mortal warriors below as if he were sizing up a herd of gray livestock.

His gaze paused for a moment when it fell on Luo Kunlun.

This warrior possessed an energy field that isolated his mental power.

But Manru didn't delve into it. He was just a mere warrior; what did it matter if he knew a few secret techniques? Such people were as numerous as hairs on a cow in the tower.

"Set off immediately and arrive at Ironclad Castle within ten days without fail."

Ironclad Castle is an important stronghold within the sphere of influence of Saran Fortress.

After the wizards invaded the world of Secret Martial, they built a well-structured military fortification.

The smallest outpost had only fifty men stationed there, mostly surrendered indigenous "puppet troops".

Larger manor fortresses were built attached to the landlord's manor, garrisoned by more than two hundred soldiers, and managed by cyborgs and ordinary warriors.

The castle, with its stone main building, moat, and outer walls, is home to over a thousand soldiers and serves as the core of regional rule and defense, as well as the main base for the wizard legion.

These fortifications, like a spider web, spread across the land, collectively forming the tower's ruling network.

After receiving their rations and water, the entire group set off immediately.

Including Manru's apprentice, the twenty cyborg warriors led by Dulin, and more than a hundred ordinary cannon fodder, a total of one hundred and thirty people set off towards the Ironclad Castle along the rugged road.

As he left the Saran Fortress, Lokunlun glimpsed several similar groups heading in different directions, clearly to reinforce outposts in various locations.

The social level of the Secret Martial World is roughly at the city-state era, not too different from the medieval level of most parts of the Wizard Continent.

All I saw along the way was desolation and ruin.

The farmland had long been abandoned and overgrown with weeds. Scattered along the roads were skeletons, some still embedded in the mud, clearly traces of war and disaster.

In addition, you can see the ruins of villages and city-states that were washed away by floods.

The broken walls and ruins are soaked in silt, and tattered clothes still hang on the decaying beams, vaguely suggesting the lively atmosphere of the past.

This is a trace left by the formal wizard Saran.

Formal wizards possess the power to move mountains and fill seas; man-made floods drastically reduced the world's population, and countless people perished in the waves.

The survivors either lost the courage to resist and chose to submit to the wizard's rule in order to survive, or they hid in the deep mountains and forests and became scattered resistance fighters.

It was a cruel method. The number of people who died in the flood is probably unknown even to Saran himself, but the other party didn't care at all.

Wizards use magical radiation to modify themselves; in fact, a wizard is a mobile radiation source, whose mere presence can cause creatures below the first level to die in agony.

The difference in life is so vast, like that between humans and ants.

Therefore, a formal wizard feels no shame or guilt for what he has done; he is simply following the law of the jungle.

It's just unknown whether the wizards will have no regrets when stronger beings come to kill them and invade their world.

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On the sixth day of the march, the sun was setting, and the afterglow dyed the sky orange-red.

"There seems to be a village ahead." Manru hovered in mid-air, gazing into the distance, and instructed Dulin below, "We'll rest there tonight. Send someone to scout ahead and confirm that there's no dead blood or resistance."

Dulin immediately nodded and sent two cyborg warriors as scouts to sneak towards the village ahead.

The village was situated beside a river valley. The houses were mostly made of earth and wood and looked quite dilapidated, but there was a faint wisp of smoke rising from them, suggesting that people lived there.

A moment later, the cyborg warrior who had gone to investigate returned and reported to the leader: "Reporting, sir, there are only the elderly, women and children in the village, and not many men. No dead blood or traces of resistance were found. The village is safe and under control."

Manru waved his hand: "The entire team will enter the village to rest and reorganize. Guard posts will be set up, and no one is allowed to leave the team without permission. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed on sight!"

The procession slowly entered the village, where the villagers were already so frightened that they hid inside their houses, keeping their doors and windows tightly shut and not daring to show their faces.

Luo Kunlun followed the crowd to an abandoned wooden hut, where he sat down and put down his luggage.

As night fell, a campfire was lit in the center of the village, and the soldiers took turns standing guard, keeping watch for any movement around them.

Manru, on the other hand, took out a magic stone and began to meditate.

Unlike the wizarding world, the Secret Martial World has no magic; cultivation can only be achieved through magic stones.

This is also why the ancient wizards sought out the wizarding world; it is considered a decent place among many worlds.

Just then, Manru suddenly thought of something.

"Something feels off." He muttered to himself. How could a village mostly populated by the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, with no more than ten able-bodied men and teenagers combined, survive in this area?

This is a wild and untamed land. Regardless of who turned it into a wild and untamed land, all you need to know is that the old, weak, sick, and disabled cannot possibly survive here for five years.

With that thought, he used his wizard's hand to smash down a house fifty meters away on his left.

Inside the house, the original "residents" of the village were gathered.