Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Inside the fortress.

"What on earth happened?" Frank gripped his communication gadget tightly, his face grim.

The messaging channel had been completely silent for the past two days, with no response whatsoever.

"Could something have happened?"

Frank, an apprentice under Saran, is a student of a formal wizard and is stationed at the fortress as its highest-ranking officer.

Upon hearing this, the mid-level apprentices beside him exchanged glances, and one of them tentatively asked, "Lord Frank, is it a malfunction in the communication magic device? That's a team of 120 elite soldiers led by three high-level apprentices."

"There's no way anything could go wrong. Even if you ate 120 loaves of bread in one go, you'd be stuffed. Let alone those are elite troops."

Frank frowned, forcibly suppressing his unease: "Indeed. Unless the ship is destroyed and everyone is dead, they will never lose contact."

"This world shouldn't have such powerful forces. Without extraordinary energy, how powerful can it really be?"

Frank said this to himself.

He wasn't the only one who thought this way; many apprentices did.

The Secret Martial World has no extraordinary energy. A world without extraordinary energy is destined to have a limited energy level for its creatures.

Just then, accompanied by thunder, the fortress's protective barrier activated.

"What happened?"

"Someone is attacking the fortress?!"

.......

The supersonic airflow tore through Lokunlun with a sharp whistling sound, and the earth rushed past beneath his feet, making the mountains and rivers appear as miniature landscapes.

Seven hours of rapid travel passed in the blink of an eye. The Saran Fortress, and the faintly visible passageway above it.

These things appeared at the edge of his vision, and Luo Kunlun returned to this place once again.

A few months ago, he was a "thief convict".

Now he has come to destroy this place.

The moment Lokunlun arrived above the fortress, a piercing alarm blared, and the fortress's defensive barrier activated instantly.

A pale purple energy barrier rose from the ground, enveloping the entire fortress. Countless bolts of lightning intertwined and danced on the surface of the barrier. It was the terrifying defensive magic array that had vaporized the entire flock of dead blood birds in one fell swoop.

The defensive barrier activated instantly, but the terrifying lightning strikes of that day were useless against Luo Kunlun.

"Nothing that hurts or itch." Luo Kunlun sneered, his figure suddenly accelerating, passing directly through the lightning layer, crashing into the barrier like a meteor.

His right fist gathered a terrifying force equivalent to 100,000 tons, and on the edge of his fist, fine, net-like psychic waves rotated at high speed with nanometer-level precision, locking onto every "balance disruption point" on the barrier.

No matter how strong the defense, it is as fragile as paper in the face of destruction that is precise down to the molecular or even atomic level!

boom--!!!

The moment the fist collided with the barrier, the violent power erupted like a volcano, causing the pale purple energy barrier to tremble violently, and countless cracks spread like a spider web.

The psychic waves precisely struck every key point, and the originally indestructible large protective magic array collapsed and shattered in an instant, turning into countless dissipating magical energy points.

The roar of the shattering barrier was like the collapse of heaven and earth, with endless dust billowing into the sky, shrouding the entire fortress in darkness.

Luo Kunlun hovered above the fortress, his eyes flashing with cold light, and the reconstructed psychic waves within his body suddenly erupted.

No longer invisible radio waves, but transformed into beams of energy as condensed as plasma cannons, pouring wildly into the interior of the fortress like machine guns at full power.

call out!call out!call out!

The bombardment of the psychic cannon sounded like continuous muffled thunder, and each energy beam that fell was accompanied by a deafening explosion.

Buildings half a block in size were flattened by the bombardment; steel houses crumbled like fragile building blocks, with rubble and metal fragments flying everywhere. Screams echoed through the dust and smoke.

Even with reinforced armor, the elite soldiers on the high towers were like ants under this level of bombardment, instantly vaporized or crushed into mincemeat.

Ordinary elementary and intermediate apprentices were utterly powerless to resist and were reduced to ashes in the overwhelming bombardment of the psychic cannon.

Only advanced apprentices and a few top-tier intermediate apprentices managed to survive the bombing by forming groups to cast spells and activate their defensive magical artifacts, their faces pale as they huddled in the ruins.

"Master Saran! Save me! The fortress is going to fall—!" Frank roared, shouting into the communication tool in his hand, his voice filled with despair.

As a senior apprentice, at this moment, he could only helplessly turn to Saran, who was far away in the wizarding world, for help.

Luo Kunlun didn't care about this at all. With a thought, he pulled all twenty-odd surviving apprentices into the air and levitated them in front of him like chicks.

The apprentices trembled with fear, their eyes filled with terror, yet they lacked the strength to struggle.

Nianbo had already sealed their bodies, preventing them from mobilizing any magic power.

"Why are you crying? This is just the beginning. Isn't the wizarding world a dog-eat-dog world?" Luo Kunlun's voice was cold and emotionless.

Before the words were finished, almost transparent wisps of mist seeped from the apprentices' eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, like solidified fog, emitting a faint, ethereal blue glow.

This is the essence, the foundation of a wizard's spellcasting, the core of possessing a spiritual sea and wizarding talent.

Scarlet gained its spellcasting ability by devouring the brain of a wizard apprentice, and its body contained the essence of the devoured one, but unfortunately it was completely destroyed in the self-destruction.

Now, these surviving apprentices are the best vehicles for Luo Kunlun to obtain source matter.

With a thought, Luo Kunlun's mental waves transformed into countless fine tentacles, like a greedy spider web, which wrapped around and pulled all the dissipated source energy, slowly drawing it into his body.

A large amount of source essence, namely spiritual water, combined with some magic potions, becomes what is known as the enlightenment potion.

Lokunlun, who understood the essence, skipped the steps and went straight to the result.

With each wisp of primal energy flowing in, he could feel a slight tremor deep within his consciousness, as if his soul was being permeated.

The psychic waves accelerated their plundering, and the apprentices' faces grew paler and paler, their eyes gradually becoming vacant.

Their source essence was forcibly extracted, and their mental sea had collapsed.

This is tantamount to the soul being shattered.

But Luo Kunlun would never stop; in his eyes, these apprentices were already dead.

The source essence flowed like a gentle stream, continuously merging into the depths of Luo Kunlun's consciousness, and the originally empty spiritual realm began to ripple faintly.

He could clearly feel that an invisible "container" was being gradually expanded and shaped by the source matter—the wizard's spiritual sea!

But something doesn't quite feel right.

The space within his mind, the size of a fist, was merging with the forming spiritual sea!