Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

As the Bloodwing Wyvern spoke, its crimson vertical pupils quickly swept across the martial artists below, silently calculating in its mind: "More than fifty people, each with a deep and concentrated aura and pure battle qi, their strength is not weak at all..."

"Their minds must be extremely sharp."

Thinking it over, it continued, "Those wizards have bizarre methods and an endless supply of troops. Even if we can create more corpses and beasts, there is a limit to what we can do."

"Recently, my informants have observed that the power of those wizards is gradually converging on my stronghold, the Naxi Mountains."

"Once they've eliminated us, they'll have time to eliminate you. In that sense, our goals are the same: to destroy that place and return the world to its former state."

"I believe we can cooperate in this regard—"

"That's just your opinion!"

A martial artist roared, "How many people have you undead monsters devoured over the centuries, and how many ecosystems have perished?"

"To cooperate with you, even temporarily, is to betray our ancestors and those who perished!"

Before the words were even finished, the martial artists all started fighting.

Enveloped in lightning, attacks of various battle energies surged towards the Bloodwing Dragon like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing its massive body.

Under such a dense barrage of attacks, the Bloodwing Wyvern's body turned to ashes at a visible speed, and then vanished in an instant.

Just then, a dark red object suddenly burst out of the ashes. It was only the size of a head and looked like a pulsating brain, with its surface covered with fine blood vessels.

"Damn it, we've only eaten some 'bread,' yet these martial artists have been fighting us to the death for nearly a thousand years!" The Second Brain cursed wildly in his mind as he fled at full speed into the depths of the dense forest.

Since its mission has been accomplished, as long as the core remains, it can find a place to reassemble its physical body and rise from the ashes.

But just as it flew a few feet, a streak of battle qi pierced through the air and instantly shredded it into dust.

The person who made the move was Luo Kunlun.

The martial arts practitioners gathered around and looked at the remaining brain matter and fragments on the ground, all of them showing a look of realization.

Su Qi stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully examined the remaining tissue. He said in a deep voice, "So this guy had two brains."

"No wonder that a senior in the martial arts world once slew the Bloodwing Wyvern, but more than ten years later its whereabouts have reappeared. I thought it was a similar individual, but now it seems that it is the same guy being reborn again and again."

"It's like a lizard shedding its tail to survive; as long as the core brain can escape, it can rebuild its physical body."

"I just don't know if these two brains each have independent thoughts."

........

After the Bloodwing Dragon was completely annihilated, its dying words stirred up waves in the hearts of the martial artists, and they sat together to discuss it.

"That Deadblood is right. The wizard's attention is indeed mostly occupied by them, which is why we have been able to stay peacefully on the northern plateau for so long."

Shi Xia spoke first, her tone heavy, "Once the Blood of Death is wiped out, they will have time to wipe us out."

"Moreover, this gathering place is no longer safe at the moment."

"It would be best to look elsewhere."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jia walked slowly to the stone wall to the side, stretched out his five fingers, and drew clear marks on the stone wall, outlining a simple map.

He pointed to the center of the map and said, "This is the Naxi Mountains. The northern plateau where we are is above, and below is the core control area of ​​the wizards. Further north or south, there is an endless ocean."

"Before the apocalypse, when I was young, I heard an elder mention that he had seen many islands when he went on a long voyage at sea."

"Some islands are uninhabited, while others are inhabited by indigenous people."

"Our world is far larger than we imagine; there may be another continent in the depths of the ocean. Only by going beyond the continent can we buy enough time to accumulate strength and then launch a counterattack."

"But it's simply unrealistic for so many people to move together," Su Qi shook his head and said. "A team of two thousand people would make too much noise and would inevitably be noticed by the wizards."

Two thousand people may not sound like a lot, but if they stood together, they wouldn't fit in a basketball court.

"Therefore, we must split up and act separately." Yan Huang continued, "After the previous martial arts tournament, and the systematic training of the young and strong since the establishment of the settlement, we can divide the team into multiple groups and act separately."

"In addition, we need to send people to explore the Naxi Mountains."

Some suggested, "Maybe things aren't so bad. The wizard and the dead blood might both be severely injured, or perhaps the wizard has revealed a weakness."

"Apart from that bastard who caused the flood, the rest aren't that much different from us."

...........

Just as they were discussing the matter, a thick stench of blood and decay permeated the primeval forest beneath the main peak of the Naxi Mountains in the central part of the Secret Martial World.

The forest is teeming with strange creatures.

A fierce tiger with bull horns, a strange snake with two heads and two wings, and a strange bird with a bird's body and a human head.

There were also distorted, humanoid corpses, wandering around like zombies.

They were all gathered under a huge, ancient tree of flesh and blood. The tree was entirely scarlet, and its trunk was covered with writhing blood vessels, like a giant living organism.

"Bloodwing is dead." On the fleshy tree trunk, a blurry human face slowly emerged, the voice hoarse and ancient.

"However, its mission is accomplished. Two brains in exchange for dozens of sharp-thinking Secret Weapon brains—a huge profit." The face revealed a sinister smile. "Alright, it's your turn now."

"Return to me."

"Yes, my ancestor."

The strange, dead blood creatures rushed forward, and the ancient tree of flesh and blood stretched out countless thick branches, pressing down on their heads like tentacles.

With a tooth-grinding tearing sound, one by one, the vibrant brains were ripped out by the branches, while their bodies instantly turned to ashes and merged into the ancient tree.

Many of the humanoid dead blood, transformed from humans, looked terrified upon seeing this and turned to run away.

"It's useless," the Crimson Ancestor said calmly. "Power and life are gifts I bestowed upon you, and I can take them back whenever I want."

Before the words were finished, an invisible energy hand firmly grasped the fleeing humanoid dead blood, lifting them like chicks to the ancient tree.

As usual, the Crimson Ancestor took their brains and life force, and the number of brains embedded in the tree trunks increased by a few more, including several that emitted faint magical energy fluctuations—the brains of wizard apprentices.

No one knew that the Crimson Ancestor was originally just a strange creature without intelligence or even consciousness.

Its extensive root system extends underground through the mountains, growing by absorbing the life force of surrounding organisms.

Until one day, a strange corpse (the remains of a wizard's apprentice) was found discarded on its naked body exposed on the ground.

Somehow, after absorbing that corpse, it developed a rudimentary intelligence and gradually gathered all the creatures and monsters that had been mutated by ingesting its cells.

The more brain it absorbed, the stronger its thinking ability became, and it gradually developed the idea of ​​getting rid of this bloated body.

Retain the essence and discard the dross; only by being concise and to the point can we unleash our full potential.

To achieve all this, it requires sufficient wisdom and computational power. The simplest and most effective way is to acquire more high-quality brains.

I can't make it myself. Even though the structure is the same, it always feels like something is missing. It's useless.

Therefore, wise men among mortals, wizard apprentices, masters of secret martial arts... these beings with powerful minds are all its targets.

"When will the next batch of brains arrive?" The Crimson Ancestor's face gazed at the sky. "I've made it so obvious, why aren't those wizards here yet? And those secret warriors, they should be delivering themselves to my doorstep soon..."