Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Vistar.

Inside the ventilation duct of the underground bunker, Li Mo covered his mouth and nose tightly, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Outside the pipe, a sticky dragging sound kept coming, along with a hoarse sound from the deformed creature's throat, like a broken bellows.

With his back pressed against the cold pipe wall, he could see, out of the corner of his eye, the body of his teammate Xiao Chen curled up at the corner of the pipe, a horrifying bloody hole in his neck.

This operation was so brutal that he was the only one left in the entire special operations team.

These monsters are incredibly fast, defying all logic.

In the month that the Aberration Fog first descended, gunshots could still be heard in the city's streets and alleys, tank tracks rolled over the streets, and the roar of armored vehicles shattered windows.

These soldiers stationed at the suburban base have organized more than one rescue operation to free civilians trapped in the city and bring them to the safety of the base.

The initial mutants were indeed just slow-moving "zombies," and biting was their only form of attack.

But as the fog enveloped the earth day after day, everything changed.

An ordinary stray dog ​​swelled up to the size of a calf, its fur fell off, revealing the dark red muscles writhing beneath, its fangs piercing its jaw, and the gust of wind it generated when running could scrape off a layer of a person's skin.

The roots of the plane trees in the city broke through the soil and turned into countless tendrils covered with suction cups, dragging an armored vehicle into the ground, leaving only the ear-piercing sound of metal twisting.

It felt as if I had entered an indescribable, eerie world.

What's even more despairing is that the corpses of the mutated creatures that are killed quickly dissolve in the mist, turning into new mist that nourishes even more and stronger monsters.

The army's defensive line retreated from the city to the suburbs, and then from the suburbs to underground.

The tank's main gun, when fired at the powerful mutant, could only blast a bloody hole, which would be repaired by the mist in an instant. Fighter jets, before they could even drop their bombs, would be entangled by giant tentacles that suddenly sprang up, forcibly pulled down, and turned into fireballs.

They won't rot; they'll only get stronger.

Some people who fell into despair committed suicide as a result.

Those who remained fought desperately to survive.

............

The hissing sound from outside the ventilation duct was getting closer.

Li Mo remembered that it was a mutated, giant cockroach.

"It seems I'm not going to make it."

Li Mo closed his eyes and thought to himself.

He knew he couldn't escape.

They were out of ammunition and supplies, their gas masks were gone, and they only had one bullet left in their pistol, which they intended to use to commit suicide.

No one is unafraid of death, but compared to being chewed up and eaten by a mutant, ending one's life with a bullet is already a relief.

Just then, for some reason, Li Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

The noise outside the pipe stopped, and the giant cockroach seemed to have vanished.

The faint, distorted fog began to churn and fade at a visible rate.

The deformed bacterial mats that clung to the walls, resembling pustules, were slowly withering and falling off.

People all over the world were stunned.

There are survivors struggling to stay alive, as well as various doomsday cults with bizarre behavior who believe that fog is a great entity.

On the planet's equator, a group of doomsday cultists dressed in tattered robes are praying around the remains of a mutant.

They firmly believe that the Aberration Fog is a gift from God, capable of leading humanity to a new evolution, and the superpowers they possess are proof of this.

But when the fog dissipated rapidly before their eyes and the fungal carpet beneath their feet withered at a visible speed, the fervor on the faces of the believers froze instantly, turning into panic and confusion.

The leading bishop trembled as he stroked the scepter woven from deformed tentacles in his hand, muttering to himself, "God... has God abandoned us?"

"It turns out it was a man-made disaster."

Accompanied by a voice from an unknown source, these doomsday cults, including the mutated creatures, all vanished without a trace.

At the highest peak of the planet, Luo Kunlun looked at the collected mist aggregate in front of him and wiped it away.

At the same time, he could sense that something was taking shape deep within the planet.

It releases the fog, it causes the distortions, and the entire planet is like its petri dish.

And this thing was set up by humans.

Luo Kunlun disrupted the other party's plans, and the mastermind behind it will soon come knocking.

Sure enough, a short while later, a spatial rift resembling lightning appeared a hundred kilometers away from Luo Kunlun.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you interfering with my plans?"

A figure dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe walked through the air, holding a broken whisk with dark red bloodstains on its tassels.

This person had a gloomy face, narrow eyes, and was surrounded by a faint gray aura.

"In ten years, a precious elixir will be refined. Fellow Daoist, you were not born on this destiny star, so why are you interfering?" The green-robed Daoist's voice was hoarse, tinged with anger. "We are both True Immortals, so please explain your reasoning!"

"A cultivator?"

Luo Kunlun acted as if he hadn't heard, only showing surprise for a moment before immediately taking action.

He was confident once he took action.

Before the Taoist in the green robe could finish speaking, he sensed something was wrong.

Half of his body had been eroded and digitized by an alien force.

This feeling is definitely not pleasant.

In an instant, the Taoist in the green robe made a decision: to immediately destroy himself.

.......................

At the very moment after the Taoist in the green robe self-destructed, inside an asteroid...

"Damn those heretics, they actually came prepared!"

Inside the cave, Qingyang was furious.

They finally found a suitable planet for alchemy, but then a heretic suddenly appeared.

He sent out his clone, intending to explain things clearly, but who would have thought that the heretic would actually attack him directly!

"Luckily, we destroyed that clone, otherwise something terrible would have happened."

Although he didn't know what kind of supernatural power the other party had used, as a Grand True Person at the peak of Foundation Establishment, Qingyang could sense that once the clone was corrupted, it would become the other party's possession.

A clone is nothing special, but the fragmented souls and memories contained within it are important, especially when they fall into the hands of someone like oneself.

"Hmph, I'll remember this grudge!"

With a cold snort, Qingyang decided to leave and find another suitable life-bearing planet.

I am injured and should not fight with those heretics.

However, the next moment, a grain of sand struck the asteroid where Qingyang was located at the speed of light.

It unleashed tremendous power the instant it touched the asteroid's surface.

When Qingyang inside the cave sensed something approaching, he immediately tried to escape.

But before any action could be taken, the power of the light particle strike had already arrived.

His body, which was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, crumbled inch by inch, and his soul was crushed into dust.

Only a faint trace of true spirit, carrying something indescribable, escaped from the center of the attack and tried to flee into the subspace.

"Trying to leave?"

Luo Kunlun arrived at the scene. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, unifying his power into an invisible shackle that firmly bound the true spirit and the thing together, so that no matter how the two struggled, they could not escape.

"Is this the nature of metal?"