Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Meanwhile, in the abandoned village thousands of miles away, the bloodshed of that day had long since vanished, leaving only a mess of corpses and remnants of energy that had not yet completely dissipated.

Three black figures pierced through the morning mist as they arrived; they were the three wizard apprentices sent by Saran Fortress to search for them.

It's been almost half a month, they should have arrived by now, but Manru's team still hasn't reached the Ironclad Castle.

So the tower sent people to search for them.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Based on the traces at the scene, it was easy to see that Manru and the rest of the team were dead.

Especially when the three of them found Manru's unrecognizable remains buried in the ground.

"A piece of trash!" The leading apprentice kicked aside a blood-stained pebble, looking at Manru's remains with utter contempt. "He had specially made robes and a staff, yet he died at the hands of the natives. He's utterly disgraced the Tower!"

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly use the memory crystal to record the traces of the scene so we can report back."

The apprentice beside him took out a transparent crystal, its magic surging as it recorded the traces of the battle. "Judging from the extent of the damage, Manru was probably killed in one hit. Wow, are there such powerful individuals among the natives?"

"Who cares? These mere natives are nothing but ants before the tower. If it weren't for those flesh fields tying down most of the fortress's forces, and if the official wizards weren't too lazy to lift a finger, we would have wiped them out long ago!"

The three acted swiftly, and after a few moments they had put away the crystal and turned to speed off toward Saran Fortress.

They did not delve into the killer's identity. In the eyes of the tower wizards, even the strongest natives were merely slightly troublesome prey, which could be easily wiped out by sending stronger forces later.

Meanwhile, Luo Kunlun and his group continued their journey north.

As the journey progressed, everyone clearly felt that the altitude was constantly increasing, and the dense forests gradually thinned out, replaced by low shrubs and open meadows.

The habitable land that Suchi mentioned is located on the northern plateau. Only areas with a sufficiently high altitude can escape the devastating floods caused by Saran and become a haven for the survivors.

After traversing mountains and valleys day and night, the team arrived at a vast grassland and continued their search, eventually finding a valley at an altitude of about 1,500 meters.

The temperature is mild, rainfall is abundant, the air is humid, and there are no severe winters or scorching summers.

It is suitable for living and can also be cultivated.

This is the place Su Qi's old friend mentioned, currently the largest settlement in the Secret Martial World, with a population of around two thousand.

"We've finally arrived!"

Upon seeing the village and fields, the group was immediately moved to tears.

After a five-month journey, they finally arrived.

Along the way, companions often collapsed. They were mostly over forty or fifty years old, and even their breath could not restore their bodies that had reached their limits.

A brief stop, to bury them, and then to continue on the journey.

People who have survived since the apocalypse have long been accustomed to it.

Some elderly people even leave voluntarily to avoid slowing down the group.

The world has become like this; perhaps young people can still bear it, but these elderly people simply cannot endure it.

Death may be a kind of liberation.

Meanwhile, the group sometimes recruits new members along the way.

In the apocalypse, food and other supplies are important, but people are just as important.

As long as there are successors, there is still hope for the world.

In the village, some people had already noticed their arrival and came out of their houses to greet them.

The leader was a burly man with white hair and bronze skin. He was as tall and strong as an iron tower, with bulging muscles all over his body. Even when he was just standing there, he exuded a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Su Qi, I thought you wouldn't make it." The burly man spoke, his voice booming like a bell. He was none other than Zong Wu, the only surviving successor of the War Demon Sect.

He and Su Qi were both successors of the four major schools of martial arts, and they often practiced and honed their skills together when they were young.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zong Wu's gaze suddenly fell on Luo Kunlun, his eyes sharp as knives: "Strange, I know all the major and minor secret martial arts schools in this world, but I have never seen such fluctuations in your fighting spirit."

As he spoke, his aura suddenly changed, becoming as solid and imposing as a mountain. "May I ask which school of martial arts you belong to?"

"I come from another world," Luo Kunlun said calmly. After five months of adjustment, he could already use the language of the Secret Martial World fluently.

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere froze.

Another world? Isn't that the world where those damned wizards live?!

Zong Wu's eyes blazed with fury, and his red battle aura erupted instantly, causing him to vanish from his spot as if he had teleported.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Luo Kunlun, his right fist carrying immense force as he slammed out, the wind howling and the air crackling.

Before coming here, Luo Kunlun had heard from Su Qi that the War Demon School had the strongest physique among the secret martial arts schools and was known for its powerful strength.

Faced with this thunderous attack, Luo Kunlun neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly extended his left palm and accurately caught Zong Wu's fist.

The two powerful forces collided, producing a dull, loud sound that rippled through the surrounding air.

Zongwu felt an overwhelming force coming from the opponent's palm, and his fist was as if it had hit a steel wall, and was firmly locked and unable to move.

That was a very heavy punch; Zongwu's physical fitness data is estimated to be around 25 points.

Is it strong? Yes, it's very strong.

This powerful punch pleased Luo Kunlun.

"Let me finish what I have to say." Luo Kunlun's tone remained unchanged, and he tightened his grip slightly, preventing Zong Wu from breaking free. "I am not one of those wizards."

"I don't believe it, you're all the same!"

"Zongwu, stop!" Su Qi hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him. "Luo saved me, and he also saved my companions. Those old people and children were all rescued by him from a wizard and his henchmen."

Zong Wu frowned, his red battle aura still surging, but he did not launch another forceful attack.

He could feel that the power in Luo Kunlun's palm was far greater than his own, and he could also sense the opponent's fighting spirit.

"Zongwu, what Su Qi said is true. You should understand that he never lies."

Two imposing figures arrived in response, their steps steady, each step seeming to carry a slight tremor to the ground.

The newcomer was a robust man with sharply defined muscles, as if sculpted by a knife and axe. He was surrounded by auras, one as scorching as the blazing sun, carrying the restlessness of flames. The other had the solemnity of a mountain, exuding weight yet possessing the agility of a gentle breeze.

Shi Xia of the Northern Fighting God School has a square face and deep eyes, while Yan Huang of the Southern Sacred Fire School has reddish hair and a fiery look between his brows. His fighting spirit seems to spark when it flows. They are the only two remaining successors of the four major schools.

"Those devils who murdered our relatives and friends and trampled on our homeland are indeed hateful, but those warriors who were coerced by them are not necessarily accomplices."

Yan Huang raised his hand and placed it on Zong Wu's shoulder, signaling him to calm down: "I once encountered a dying warrior from another world during a conflict."

"He told me that in another world, mortal warriors like them are nothing more than talking animals. Many of them are forcibly conscripted, controlled by drugs, and sent here as cannon fodder, without any choice in their own lives."

Shi Xia nodded, "Moreover, he helped our compatriots, and that alone is enough to prove it."

"We must never let those who have hurt us get away with it. But we must also never forget those who have genuinely helped us. This is the code of conduct for a fighter."

"Moreover, you should be able to sense the aura emanating from him; although it carries a hint of bloodlust, it is still upright and honorable."

Zongwu's anger gradually faded. He was not an unreasonable person to begin with, but he was blinded by the deep-seated hatred brought about by the sorcerer.

Having listened to the advice of his two old friends and recalling Su Qi's guarantee, his guard had already lowered.

He stared at Luo Kunlun, his tone still serious: "I can trust you this once, but if you have any ulterior motives, believe me, everyone here will be your enemy."

"I understand," Luo Kunlun replied calmly. He had never intended to be his enemy, so he was naturally not afraid of this threat.

Before coming here, he had already thought about it and decided to sincerely reveal his background.

Luo Kunlun can lie, but lies cannot stand the test of time.

Those who practice martial arts are not just brutes with strong limbs, because if they don't study, they won't even be able to understand their own family's secret manuals.

If you reason with them and treat them with sincerity, they will naturally understand who their friends are and who their enemies are.