Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"Hide yourself first and gather intelligence while ensuring your safety. I'll be there soon." Luo Kunlun's voice came through the communication device, steady and powerful, instantly calming Charlie's anxiety.

"Yes, I understand, sir!" Charlie replied, his fingertips, gripping the witchcraft tool, turning slightly white. After carefully concealing the tool close to his body, he took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions within him.

Mr. Luo is already on his way. With Mr. Luo's strength, Andrea and the Dawn Society are nothing to him.

Mr. Luo is very strong, as can be seen from the islanders and merchant ships.

The archipelago was once ruled by a necromancer, whom Mr. Lo killed, destroying his undead army and school of thought.

Andrea, Charlie remembered, was an apprentice who entered the school sixteen years before him. She was a third-class talent and a very capable woman; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to become the president of the Dawn Society.

"That bitch hasn't been a full-fledged wizard for many years, and her strength is nowhere near that of Mr. Luo, who has a record of killing a full-fledged wizard."

"But no formal wizard is simple; even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so one must never be careless."

Lost in thought, he continued walking, his figure nimbly weaving through the dense forest as he sped towards Black Crow Ridge. "If I can get information about her abilities before Mr. Luo arrives, the members of the Dawn Society of the Shikigami..."

"No, these are not things I can do. The most important thing is to kill those bastards and rescue the qualified ones."

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February 10th, the new capital of the Bauhinia Kingdom.

In the past, natural disasters struck the old capital, causing heavy casualties in the city.

After the new king ascended the throne, he moved the capital to the north on the grounds of bad luck.

That's how the common people understood it, but the nobles knew the real reason.

That was to better serve the wizards of the Dawn Society.

The new king, Olsen, is merely a figurehead, a figurehead placed on the throne to conceal his true intentions. The Dawn Society is the true controller of this country, and even the surrounding countries.

Beneath the new capital lies a vast underground palace. The palace passageways are brightly lit, yet the light casts an eerie and solemn glow over them.

Fully armed knights could be seen everywhere, and many wizards dressed in black robes moved about among them, their bodies surrounded by faint magical fluctuations, their expressions arrogant, treating the knights as nothing.

This is the true power center of the Bauhinia Kingdom.

At this moment, a wizard apprentice dressed in a gray robe hurriedly and anxiously ran to the door of a room deep in the underground palace, and knocked on the stone door with trembling fingers.

"Lord White, I apologize for disturbing you, but I have important matters to report!"

Inside the room, White slowly ended his meditation and opened his eyes. His pupils were an eerie pale green, and his body was still surrounded by a lingering aura of magical energy.

"Come in."

Having received permission, the apprentice pushed open the door and entered, his gaze instinctively falling on White's hand. It was a fist-sized magic stone, radiating a dense magical energy fluctuation, which White held in his palm, slowly absorbing its energy.

A flicker of envy and greed flashed in the apprentice's eyes.

Magic is scarce in the Forgotten Lands, so wizard apprentices must use magic stones and supplementary potions to meditate and cultivate.

As an ordinary member of the Dawn Society, he only received three small magic stones and one bottle of the lowest-grade meditation potion per month. He lived frugally and saved every penny, unlike Lord White who was so extravagant, using such a large magic stone to cultivate.

"What is it?" White absorbed all the remaining magic power in the magic stone, then casually tossed the remains aside, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Sir, we've lost contact with the Black Crow Ridge outpost on the southern border!" the apprentice said in a low, urgent voice.

"When I arrived at the scene, all I saw was ruins. Based on the remaining energy traces, it was a deliberate attack. The perpetrator was definitely a wizard, and skilled in cutting-type witchcraft!"

"A deliberate attack? What about the apprentices at the outpost? There should still be some alive, right? I remember Mant, who was stationed there, had a staff."

"No, they're all dead. The murderer is likely the same person. Because this is a serious matter, I dared not linger and returned immediately to report."

"A wizard?" White frowned suddenly, a hint of doubt and displeasure flashing in his pale green pupils.

What was so important? It was just that he was afraid the murderer hadn't left yet, so he fled back in a panic.

However, he knew best that his own men were mostly cowards who were greedy for life and treacherous for profit. A bunch of shameless scoundrels.

As for the murderers, the Forgotten Lands are not without wizards, but most of them are old guys who have exhausted their potential and come to the Forgotten Lands to bully and lord it over others.

Kill Mant? They don't even have the guts for that.

Moreover, Mante also possesses a staff, making him one of the most outstanding apprentices among intermediate students.

That's an outside gang.

"Our organization has always been very tight-knit, and our activities are carefully planned to avoid being discovered by outsiders." White stood up, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the ground with a rustling sound. "It seems that after the president was promoted to a formal wizard, his subordinates became a little complacent and careless, which gave those petty scoundrels an opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Being able to take down a stronghold proves that the opponent's strength is not weak, far exceeding that of an ordinary mid-level apprentice, and may even be a wizarding group."

They must have thought they'd stumbled upon something good in this forgotten land, and like hyenas, they followed, drawn by the scent, wanting a piece of the pie.

"Ridiculous! A bunch of stray dogs? You're perfect for replenishing our resources!"

After a moment's thought, White turned and walked deeper into the underground palace, eventually stopping in front of a magnificent palace.

The palace gates were heavily guarded, and two black-robed wizards, their auras solemn, bowed respectfully upon seeing White arrive.

White didn't linger and went straight in. He saw a slender figure sitting on the throne, holding a wine glass. It was Andrea, the president of the Dawn Society.

"President, I have something important to report," White said, bowing.

Before the words were even finished, the entire palace suddenly shattered like a broken mirror. The magnificent furnishings, the throne, and even the wine cup in his hand all turned into countless glittering fragments and vanished into the air.

Everything before my eyes was an illusion!

The illusion dissipated, and a witch array appeared before them.

The witch array is made up of hundreds of black stone slabs inscribed with intricate runes.

The patterns on the stone slab shimmered with light, and the air was filled with rich energy fluctuations and a faint smell of blood.

In the center of the shamanic array, Andrea, dressed in a black robe with gold trim, sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Within the array, dozens of children's corpses were laid out, their blood flowing along the patterns of the array and being absorbed by it.

White stared at the figure in the witch formation, subconsciously lowering his gaze to hide the apprehension in his eyes.

He used to be on equal footing with this woman, but now she has become a formal wizard.

Luckily, I hadn't had any conflicts with her in the past, and I immediately slid down and begged for forgiveness back then, otherwise I would have been dead long ago.

"President, we've lost contact with the Black Raven Ridge stronghold on the southern border. Mant and all the members of the stronghold have been killed." White reported in a deep voice, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. "There are traces of cutting magic left at the scene. The murderer is not weak. It is suspected to be the work of a wizarding group. They are probably targeting our Dawn Society."

Hearing this, Andrea slowly opened her eyes. "A wizarding group?" She scoffed lightly, her voice carrying a hint of languor yet tinged with a chilling coldness. "What group would come from the Forgotten Lands?"

"My guess is that they may have discovered our base by chance and were after our resources, which is why they attacked us," White replied. "Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that it was a probe from the academy."

Apprentices like ourselves, without formal wizard elders or mentors, would never have the opportunity to advance to become formal wizards, no matter where we are.

If you want to get promoted, you can't take the usual path.

Explore ancient ruins and search for extraordinary methods...

The world is vast, there are always opportunities.

Isn't this witch formation an opportunity?

But opportunities depend on whether you can seize them, so Andrea placed the magic array in the Forgotten Lands outside the Wizarding Continent, and did not rush to leave after successfully advancing.

Even a formal wizard, how can one establish oneself on the Wizarding Continent alone?

It would be best to gain more allies, so that you would have the confidence to either build your own faction or return to the academy to get a share of the spoils.

Anyway, the materials needed to break through using this witch array can always be found if you want to.

"A test?" Andrea slowly stood up, her black robe with gold trim fluttering gently. "It's not impossible."

"But a formal wizard wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke another formal wizard for no reason. Even if the academy suspects that I might have obtained something good, they wouldn't send someone to steal it directly."

"Forget it, there's no use guessing anymore. Why not just see what actually happened?"

The next moment, a pale purple magical light screen appeared out of thin air.

Magic Rewind Image can record and transmit images of the location.

Andrea wasn't stupid enough not to secretly monitor those expatriate staff. In the past, she had secretly plotted her way to a high position all by herself.

After summoning the light screen, a scene of the Black Crow Ridge stronghold being destroyed instantly appeared on it.

A blade of energy swept across, and the fortress collapsed like paper. The defenders were killed before they even had a chance to fight back.

At the end of the scene, there is a masked young figure whose appearance is not discernible.

"Just one person? That's not bad. But in a one-on-one fight, it's really nothing special."

She raised her hand and waved it, and a pale purple rhombus-shaped crystal appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of White. "This is a special magic scroll I made; it's a kind of witchcraft tool."

"With it, you can cast three spells with power approaching the first level: attack, defense, and movement."

"He's just an apprentice; he can't cause any trouble. So, you should know what to do."

"Kill him and bring the body back. By the way, we need more qualified candidates in various places. If nothing unexpected happens, the next promotion opportunity is not far away."

"President, I am willing to personally go to the southern border and wipe out that stray dog!" White volunteered, a glint of greed in his eyes.

He understood that if he handled this matter well, he would have the opportunity to be promoted to a formal wizard.

Wasn't the reason I stayed here for this opportunity?

Andrea couldn't possibly return to the Wizarding Continent alone to establish a flag; the risk was too high.

Using this witchcraft array would give one more confidant with shared interests, making them feel more secure.

The only problem is that I can't get the chance. If I could get this magical artifact, I would be like a tiger with wings, and I would be invincible after one ring.

"No need." Andrea waved her hand. "You stay in the capital and continue to assist me, striving to push my mental power to its peak as soon as possible."

She turned to a black-robed wizard outside the door. "Blake, take two mid-level apprentices and head to the southern border immediately."

"Yes, President!" The black-robed wizard named Blake bowed and replied, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He was a newly promoted senior apprentice of the Dawn Society and had long wanted to find an opportunity to prove himself; now was the perfect time.

If it was White this time, wouldn't it be me next time?

After Andrea handed the items to Blake, she sat down cross-legged again.

"White, speed up the collection of gifted children; the energy of the magic array isn't enough." Her voice came through the booming magic array. "This will determine whether you qualify for advancement!"

"Understood!" White bowed and withdrew, his heart filled with anticipation.

He had already demonstrated the power of this magic array, and he understood its essence.

By extracting and infusing a large amount of living souls, and then refining oneself, one can temporarily enhance one's mental strength and thinking speed.

It's equivalent to devouring a soul and then strengthening one's own soul to assist in advancement, but this method has significant drawbacks.

That would affect one's own consciousness.

If you devour one or two souls, you will experience problems such as auditory hallucinations. If you devour more than a dozen, you will suffer from personality splits and no longer be yourself.

If you're not even yourself anymore, what's the use of being strong?

Even wizards with special abilities dare not devour too many souls.

But Andrea accidentally discovers that the scroll can be used to select people with special soul talents.

These people can actively enter a state of "focus," meaning they are highly attentive when doing things or studying, and their reactions to the outside world are reduced. By the time they come back to their senses, a long time has passed.

People with this talent often have purer souls than ordinary people, and it's even better if they are children.

Having a sufficiently pure soul is one way to alleviate the problem of being devoured.

Moreover, after absorbing those special souls through the witch array, he also gained a similar talent.

Otherwise, how could Andrea have created that witchcraft artifact?

Of course, one person having this talent is enough, so she added something to the newly refined soul polymer.

However, even knowing that the opportunity Andrea offered was a trap, White and the others couldn't wait to jump in.

Because without becoming a formal wizard, one will forever remain an insignificant ant.