Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Once the agreement was reached, the highland settlement instantly became noisy.

Two thousand survivors gathered together, and when faced with the martial artists' proposal to relocate again, half of them looked bewildered and confused, and some even resisted.

"We've already run for so long, why do we have to move again?" someone questioned, their voice full of exhaustion.

"The climate here is suitable for farming and hunting. Are we going to spend our whole lives hiding from outsiders like rats?"

"The Bloodwing Wyvern was just an accident! It was cunning and adept at exploration that allowed it to find this place; others might not have had that ability!"

"I'm not leaving! I'd rather die in the house I built with my own hands!"

Not only ordinary survivors, but also many martial artists are wavering.

Perhaps they were tired of the long journeys and the constant wandering, or perhaps they were unwilling to simply retreat, or perhaps they held onto a sliver of hope and optimism, thinking that their gathering place was hidden and they might not be discovered.

It's impossible to please everyone; disputes will never end.

Ultimately, everyone reached a consensus: those willing to relocate would be led by the remaining martial artists and head towards the sea in batches.

Those who do not wish to leave may stay and hold their ground to reinforce the defenses.

At the same time, Shi Xia and her group of five made another decision: they would not participate in the migration, but would instead go to the Naxi Mountains to investigate the situation and test their breakthrough in strength cultivated during this period.

At the mountain pass outside the gathering place, the five people were fully prepared to set off.

"Is everything ready?" Shi Xia asked gravely. "This trip is fraught with peril; we might never come back."

"The worst that can happen is death." Luo Jia grinned, his muscles bulging. "At my age, that day will come soon. Rather than dying of old age in my bed, it's better to die on the battlefield!"

"All the sect's secret teachings have been passed down, and there are successors, so I have no worries." Su Qi's eyes were calm. "If I can do something for the world, then my life will not have been in vain."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Yan Huang patted his companion on the shoulder. "We're just scouting; we might not have a direct confrontation. Maybe we'll come back with good news in a few days."

Before he could finish speaking, a black figure appeared, stepping through the morning dew—it was Luo Kunlun.

"Luo, what's going on?" Shi Xia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm also going to the Naxi Mountains," Luo Kunlun said bluntly.

"There's no need." Luo Jia frowned, his tone sincere. "You've already shared all your knowledge in our previous martial arts discussion, which has been a great help to us. You're not from this world after all; there's no need for you to risk your life."

"We were born and raised here, and it is our duty to protect this land, but you are different," Su Qi added.

"I'm just going to do my own thing," Luo Kunlun shook his head and explained, "I'm going to research something."

When he first met Su Qi, he mentioned that after putting Manru's brain into a bottle filled with distilled water, an unknown substance precipitated out of the water.

That might be the essence of why wizards can cast spells.

Today, the jar containing Manru's brain still sits in Suqi's room, the water inside now murky.

Lo Kunlun used a zero-scan to detect a trace amount of an unknown element.

If he could figure out the nature of this element, he might also possess the talent of a wizard.

However, this unknown element also gave rise to some chilling speculations.

Besides these, there are some other reasons as well.

"Don't worry, if we really encounter a life-or-death crisis, I'll definitely be the first to run." Luo Kunlun's tone was calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

He had died more than once, and that's why he cherished his life even more.

"You're quite carefree," Su Qi chuckled. "But you have a point, because sometimes choosing to live is harder than accepting death."

"In that case, it's settled then," Su Qi said to everyone. "If we encounter something we can't resist, then run. We must never give up on life easily."

"Just like the road I came from, my companions have fallen, but please don't be sad. Wipe away your blood and tears and keep going."

They exchanged a glance, no words were needed, and their hearts were in perfect harmony.

He turned around and resolutely stepped onto the road leading to the Naxi Mountains, his figure quickly disappearing into the morning mist.

On the other side, above the airport of Saran Fortress, three combat airships, like black behemoths, were poised to strike.

Lucas, Millsap, and Dexie, three advanced apprentices, stood on the flagship's deck, behind them were sixty intermediate apprentices, thirty junior apprentices, and thirty fully armed elite tower soldiers—these top-tier modders were all capable of tearing apart armored vehicles with their bare hands and were the core fighting force of the fortress.

"At most one day, we'll reach the lair of those 'flesh fields'!" Dexie gripped his staff tightly. "I'll have the magic cannon blast that place into scorched earth, turning all that dead blood into ashes!"

"With such a massive force mobilized, we must utterly crush them!" Millsap smirked. "Let this world become the Tower's backyard!"

With a piercing roar, the three airships slowly rose into the air, broke through the clouds, and sped towards the Naxi Mountains.

........

The Naxi Mountains stretch across the central part of the continent, with a majestic and imposing presence, extending for thousands of kilometers and reaching a width of hundreds of kilometers.

The mountain system is composed of countless parallel or intersecting mountain ranges, plateaus and valleys, with complex geology and diverse landforms.

The mountains contain fertile basins and valleys, which should have been the cradle of human civilization, but due to the rampant death and bloodshed, they have long been deserted.

The complex terrain and climate have fostered abundant flora and fauna, and provided unique conditions for the transformation of dead blood.

Logically, this place should be teeming with bizarre, mutated creatures, and every shadow could harbor a deadly spy.

Strangely, after Luo Kunlun and his group entered the mountains, they did not see a single living creature for an entire day.

Not to mention dead blood and mutated creatures, even ordinary wild beasts and birds are few and far between. The entire mountain range is as silent as a tomb, with only the wailing sound of the wind blowing through the valley, which is indescribably eerie.

The following afternoon, the six climbed to the top of a small hill and gazed into the distance. The mountains were layered, shrouded in mist, and as far as the eye could see, there was only deathly silence.

"This isn't right." Shi Xia frowned slightly, circulated her battle qi, and extended her perception to its limit. "It's too quiet, abnormally quiet."

Just then, his pupils contracted sharply, and he pointed southeast: "Something's coming!"

Three black dots rapidly approached from the clouds, their outlines becoming clearer as they closed the distance.

These were the three wizards' airships.

"It's an airship!" Luo Kunlun's expression changed. He had arrived in one of these. "Hide! Who knows what kind of deadly weapons are on board!"

He immediately ducked down behind a rock on the mountaintop, held his breath, and stared intently at the approaching airship.

On the deck, Lucas frowned, his unease growing stronger.

"Report on the situation on the ground."

"Sir, there are no traces of blood or any signs of life on the ground; it's completely silent," the apprentice reported.

"Strange, very strange," Lucas muttered to himself. At this moment, the airship had descended to more than 600 meters above the ground, and the valley and forest below were clearly visible, but there was still no movement, as if this place was an abandoned dead land.

The next moment, something unexpected happened!

Boom! ...

An unimaginable force erupted from the ground, as if a magnitude 8 earthquake had suddenly struck!

The ground cracked and collapsed violently, with huge fissures spreading like a spider web, their depths unfathomable.

Immediately afterwards, countless black tentacles, as if cast from steel, surged out from the crack in the ground. Each tentacle was tens of meters thick, its surface covered with scale-like patterns, shimmering with a metallic luster.

Dozens of tentacles intertwined, transforming into a giant pillar hundreds of meters high. With a sound exceeding the sound barrier, it lashed out like a giant steel cable towards the three airships!

"What the hell is that?!" Dexie screamed in terror, frantically waving his staff as if trying to conjure up defensive magic.

But all of this was in vain.

"Snap!" "Crack!"

The crisp cracking sound mingled with the violent explosion as the three airships were instantly torn apart by the tentacles, like fragile toys!

Ship debris flew everywhere, the magic core exploded, flames shot into the sky, and screams echoed throughout the air.

The black tentacles, like ravenous pythons, instantly plunged into the falling ship debris and people, their sharp suckers piercing through bodies, forcefully pulling brains from skulls, and simultaneously draining the life force from the body.

"How could such a powerful monster be...? Could it be... Salan... the Tower...? I curse you all! I curse you all—!"

Lucas was entangled by a tentacle, feeling his life force rapidly draining away, his eyes filled with resentment.

He was well aware of the absurdity and ugliness beneath the tower, but he never imagined he would die at the hands of such an unknown monster.

But such a gigantic monster could not be hidden from Saran, the official wizard who created the flood!

The next moment, his consciousness went dark, and his brain was forcibly taken away by the tentacles.

After devouring everything, the black tentacles retreated into the crack in the ground like a tide, leaving behind only a shattered ruin and a huge, ever-expanding fissure.

Luo Kunlun and his six companions were trapped by a sudden crevice in the ground the instant the earthquake struck.

Fortunately, they were physically strong and possessed great fighting spirit, and managed to break free from the collapsed rocks, staring pale-faced at the tragic scene before them.

There was no joy in the complete annihilation of the enemy, only a chill that seeped into the bone.

The monster that created all of this lies deep beneath their feet, like an ancient demon god lurking, ready to erupt again at any moment.

"Get out of here!" Luo Jia's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear. "This thing is beyond our capabilities!"

The six dared not linger any longer and ran at top speed toward the outer edge of the mountain range.

Just then, a demonic laugh resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like countless people whispering at the same time, or like a giant beast roaring, making people's eardrums ache.

"Hahaha...Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

"The minds of these wizards, containing wisdom and magical energy, are simply perfect nourishment!"

"I'm so incredibly excited!"

Accompanied by laughter, the entire area began to sink massively, the earth undulating like a tide. A colossal shadow suddenly burst forth from the depths of the earth's core, soaring straight into the sky!

That was a monster with an extremely distorted form!

The massive body was covered with strange patterns, and countless human faces were piled on its surface.

Human, wizard, and mutated creature faces—every face screamed silently, filled with pain and madness.

Giant, bat-like wings extended from its back, their membranes covered with broken runes. Each flap of the wings carried a chaotic current of air, permeated with a nauseating stench of blood and decay.

Within this twisted shell, countless stacked wisdoms whisper and collide, radiating a chaotic tension.

Just one glance is enough to drive a person mad and cause them to lose their composure.

The real terror has only just begun.