Capturing the Black Hut

Yang Feng stepped out from the side and looked at Bonnie, exclaiming, "Impressive, you're still alive! The vitality of a Demon Body is truly formidable!"

At this moment, Bonnie was covered in wounds, his eyes tightly shut, and he was bleeding profusely, yet his chest still rose and fell slowly; he was clearly not dead. Furthermore, some of the smaller wounds on his body had already begun to heal.

Unlike humans, demons were monsters that possessed immense vitality. Their physical bodies were incredibly powerful, and their recovery speed was terrifying. Some Great Demons with noble bloodlines could even recover and grow a new body if only their heart remained.

"I can't subdue a Level-1 Warlock right now! Kill him, but keep the head!"

Following Yang Feng's order, a Mechanical Swordsman stepped forward and decapitated Bonnie.

With his head severed from his body, Bonnie—the master of the Black Hut and a powerful Level-1 Warlock—fell at the hands of Yang Feng.

Looking at the corpse of the Demon Warlock Bonnie, Yang Feng felt a sense of apprehension. A Warlock's methods are truly bizarre and powerful! If my true self had been here, I would have already died once. My original body is still too fragile.

The Mechanical Legion under Yang Feng's control was incredibly powerful, capable of surrounding and killing even a formal Level-1 Warlock. The only weakness of that terrifying Mechanical Legion was Yang Feng's true self. Once his true self died, the entire Mechanical Legion would collapse instantly.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Feng dared not appear on the battlefield in person. Fortunately, he had been cautious enough, or he would have already been dead.

"Bonnie is dead. Do you still intend to offer futile resistance?" A Mechanical Swordsman, holding Bonnie's head, arrived before the Wizard Tower and shouted to the Warlock Apprentices inside.

"Teacher!!"

"Mentor!!"

"..."

The expressions of the Warlock Apprentices atop the Wizard Tower changed drastically, and their morale plummeted to the extreme.

A male Warlock Apprentice waved his hand, releasing a giant white swan. He leaped onto the back of the creature and rode it as it flew toward the sky.

Yang Feng glanced at the giant swan but did not order the Spearmen already lying in ambush to shoot it down.

Inside the Black Hut, the only person worth Yang Feng's attention was the Level-1 Warlock Bonnie. He didn't care about the remaining Warlock Apprentices; if they escaped, so be it.

Summoned creatures capable of flight during the Warlock Apprentice stage were extremely rare, and only that one apprentice in the entire Wizard Tower possessed one.

Seeing Bonnie's head, the rest of the Warlock Apprentices lost their morale, and most chose to surrender. Only a few resisted and were promptly hacked to pieces by the Mechanical Swordsmen.

The fall of the Wizard Tower signaled that the entire Black City had fallen into Yang Feng's hands. He immediately dispatched the Mechanical Legion to various parts of the city to maintain order and execute any looters taking advantage of the chaos.

After executing one or two hundred rioters, order was restored to the Black City, and it was barely brought under Yang Feng's control.

Once the Black City was in his hands, he mobilized a large number of Engineering Robots to the city to begin construction, intending to turn it into an iron fortress.

The Black City was located in the center of the Durando Subcontinent; by controlling it, he could easily command the four major cities of Giant Stone City, Muyan City, Green Mountain City, and Sea Salt City.

Once Yang Feng turned the Black City into an iron fortress, even if the Fein Deluo Principality came to attack, they might not be able to take it, even at the cost of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At the top of the Black Hut's Wizard Tower.

Yang Feng said indifferently, "Begin!"

"Yes, Master!" A faceless Liquid Metal Robot extended countless tiny mechanical tentacles from its body, piercing them into Bonnie's head.

Immediately after, the Liquid Metal Robot's body twisted continuously, changing inch by inch until it formed the likeness of Bonnie.

Three full hours later, a person who looked exactly like Bonnie appeared before Yang Feng.

The transformed Liquid Metal Robot spoke, "Master, I have completely read all of Bonnie's memories regarding Warlocks and have uploaded them to No. 3796's database."

Yang Feng's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked with anticipation, "Can you cast spells?"

Warlocks were not only physically formidable but also mastered various powerful spells. A formal Level-1 Warlock could even contend with an army of mortals.

The Liquid Metal Robot replied mechanically, "No! I know all the spells Bonnie knew. However, the principle of casting spells is to construct a spell model in the human mind, inject Spiritual Force, and transform it through the model to form a powerful spell. I can construct spell models within my chip, but I lack Spiritual Force—a special biological energy that can only be born in living beings with souls. Therefore, I cannot release spells."

"Cannot cast spells!" Yang Feng sighed with some disappointment.

Some spells cast by Warlocks were bizarre and powerful, and only a Warlock's own methods could counter them. The Mechanical Legion in Yang Feng's hands was powerful, but a single strange Level-1 curse could take his life. He desperately wanted a powerful Level-1 Warlock as his bodyguard to better ensure his safety.

Yang Feng asked, "How many spell traps did Bonnie set within this Wizard Tower?"

Warlocks liked to set spell traps in their own towers; anyone who entered to steal without their authorization would only find death if they triggered a trap.

"There are twenty-three spell traps capable of killing a Level-1 Warlock, and two hundred and fifteen spell traps capable of killing Warlock Apprentices. As long as you send Swordsmen to trigger them, Master, these traps can be directly neutralized."

Yang Feng said in a deep voice, "I want to train to become a Warlock! Help me test my soul talent!"

In the Durando Subcontinent, theoretically, everyone could train to become a Warlock. However, soul talent for cultivation was divided into 9 levels.

Level-1 Soul Talent was the lowest level of mortal soul talent. Without a powerful background, no Warlock group would accept someone with this talent, as it was extremely difficult for them to even become a Level-1 Warlock Apprentice.

People with Level-2 Soul Talent were slightly better; with diligent study, it was still possible to become a Level-1 Warlock Apprentice. It remained very difficult for such people to join a Warlock group.

People with Level-3 Soul Talent were better still; with desperate effort, it was possible to become a Level-3 Warlock Apprentice. Many menial laborers in Warlock groups were people like this.

People with Level-4 Soul Talent had average aptitude for Warlock training. With desperate effort, there was a small hope of advancing to a Level-1 Warlock.

People with Level-5 Soul Talent belonged to the excellent category. With desperate effort and decent luck, there was a relatively high hope of becoming a formal Level-1 Warlock.

People with Level-6 Soul Talent belonged to the genius category. With good cultivation techniques and sufficient resources, they could easily advance to a Level-1 Warlock.

People with Level-7 Soul Talent belonged to the super-genius category; as long as they possessed good cultivation techniques, they could advance to a Level-1 Warlock even with slightly lacking resources.

People with Level-8 Soul Talent were monsters—prodigious geniuses. As long as they had cultivation techniques, a Level-1 Warlock was nothing. Even with a lack of resources, they would encounter no difficulties in cultivating up to a Level-3 Warlock.

People with Level-9 Soul Talent were legendary figures. As long as they possessed cultivation techniques and opportunity, and did not fall at the hands of enemies, every one of them was a terrifying, great figure whose name would be recorded in history.

Most formal Warlocks in the Durando Subcontinent possessed Level-4, 5, or 6 soul talent. Warlocks with soul talent above Level-6 were extremely rare. Bonnie himself was only a Warlock with Level-5 soul talent.