Yang Feng stepped out from the side and looked at Boni in admiration. "Impressive. He actually wasn't dead yet! The Demon Body truly has formidable vitality!"
Boni was covered in wounds, his eyes tightly shut and blood flowing without stop, yet his chest still rose and fell slowly. He was clearly not dead. Some of the tiny wounds on his body had already begun to heal.
Unlike humans, demons were monsters with tremendous vitality. Their bodies were incomparably powerful, and their recovery speed was terrifying. Some Great Demons with noble bloodlines could slowly recover and grow an entirely new body even if only their hearts remained.
"I can't subdue a Level-1 Warlock right now. Kill him, but leave the head behind!"
At Yang Feng's command, a Mechanical Swordsman stepped forward and directly chopped off Boni's head.
With his head severed from his body, Boni—the master of the Black Hut and an immensely powerful Level-1 Warlock—thus fell at Yang Feng's hands.
Looking at Demon Warlock Boni's corpse, Yang Feng felt a trace of apprehension. "A Warlock's methods really are strange and powerful! If my true body had been here, I would already have died once. My main body is still too fragile."
The Mechanical Legion under Yang Feng's control was incredibly powerful and could even surround and kill an official Level-1 Warlock. Yet the terrifying Mechanical Legion had a single weakness: Yang Feng's true body. Once Yang Feng's true body died, the entire Mechanical Legion would immediately collapse.
That was precisely why Yang Feng did not dare personally appear on the battlefield with his true body. Fortunately, he had been sufficiently cautious. Otherwise, he would already be dead.
"Boni is dead. Are you still going to resist stubbornly?" A Mechanical Swordsman carried Boni's head to the front of the Wizard Tower and shouted at the Wizard Apprentices inside.
"Teacher!"
"Mentor!"
"..."
The faces of the Wizard Apprentices atop the Wizard Tower changed abruptly, and their morale instantly plummeted to rock bottom.
One male Wizard Apprentice waved his hand and released a huge white swan. He leaped onto the giant swan's back and rode it into the sky.
Yang Feng merely glanced at the giant swan and did not order the Spearmen who had long been lying in ambush around the area to shoot it down.
Within the Black Hut, the only one worthy of Yang Feng's attention had been Level-1 Warlock Boni. He did not take the other Wizard Apprentices seriously at all. If they escaped, then they escaped.
Summoned creatures capable of flight at the Wizard Apprentice stage were exceedingly rare. In the entire Wizard Tower, only that one Wizard Apprentice possessed one.
After seeing Boni's head, the other Wizard Apprentices lost all morale, and most chose to surrender. Only a few Wizard Apprentices resisted, and they were directly chopped to pieces by the Mechanical Swordsmen.
With the fall of the Wizard Tower, the entire Black City fell into Yang Feng's hands. He immediately dispatched the Mechanical Legion throughout Black City to maintain order and kill every thug taking advantage of the chaos.
After one or two hundred thugs had been killed, Black City recovered its order and was barely brought under Yang Feng's control.
Once Black City fell into Yang Feng's hands, he mobilized a large number of Engineering Robots to the city and began construction. He intended to turn Black City into a steel fortress.
Black City was located in the middle of the Fein Deluo Principality. As long as Black City was controlled, Giant Stone City, Muyan City, Green Mountain City, and Sea Salt City—the four major cities—could be easily controlled as well.
Once Yang Feng turned Black City into a steel fortress, even if the Fein Deluo Principality came to attack and paid the price of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they might not necessarily be able to take it.
At the top of the Black Hut's Wizard Tower.
Yang Feng said calmly, "Begin!"
"Yes, Master!" Countless tiny mechanical tentacles suddenly extended from the body of a faceless Liquid Metal Robot and pierced into Boni's head.
Immediately afterward, the Liquid Metal Robot's body continuously writhed and transformed inch by inch, taking on Boni's appearance.
A full three hours later, a person who looked exactly like Boni appeared before Yang Feng.
The transformed Liquid Metal Robot spoke. "Master, I have completely read all of Boni's memories concerning Warlocks and uploaded them into No. 3796's database."
Yang Feng's eyes brightened slightly, and he asked expectantly, "Can you cast spells?"
Warlocks not only possessed powerful bodies, but also mastered all manner of formidable spells. An official Level-1 Warlock could even contend against an army of ordinary people.
The Liquid Metal Robot answered mechanically, "No! I know every spell Boni knew. However, the principle of casting spells is to construct a spell model within a human brain, inject Spiritual Force into it, and transform it through the spell model into a powerful spell. I can construct spell models within my chip, but I do not possess Spiritual Force, a special biological energy that can only arise within lifeforms possessing souls. Therefore, I cannot cast spells."
"Unable to cast spells!" Yang Feng sighed in disappointment.
The spells cast by some Warlocks were incomparably strange, and only a Warlock's methods could resist them. The Mechanical Legion in Yang Feng's hands was extremely powerful, but a single bizarre Level-1 curse could take his life. He desperately hoped to have a powerful Level-1 Warlock as his guard. Only then would his safety be more assured.
Yang Feng asked, "How many spell traps set by Boni remain inside this Wizard Tower?"
Warlocks all liked to arrange spell traps within their own Wizard Towers. If anyone who had not earned their recognition entered the Wizard Tower to steal and triggered a spell trap, there would be only one road ahead: death.
"There are twenty-three spell traps capable of killing a Level-1 Warlock, and two hundred and fifteen spell traps capable of killing Wizard Apprentices. As long as you dispatch Blade Soldiers to trigger these spell traps, Master, they can be directly destroyed."
Yang Feng said solemnly, "I want to cultivate and become a Warlock! Help me test my Soul Aptitude!"
On the Durando Subcontinent, theoretically, everyone could cultivate and become a Warlock. However, Soul Aptitude for cultivation was divided into nine levels.
Level-1 Soul Talent was the lowest-grade soul aptitude of ordinary people. Without a powerful background, no Warlock organization would accept people with this kind of Soul Aptitude, because even becoming a Level-1 Wizard Apprentice was exceedingly difficult for them.
Those with Level-2 Soul Talent were slightly better. As long as they studied diligently, they still had a chance of becoming Level-1 Wizard Apprentices. Yet it remained extremely difficult for such people to join a Warlock organization.
Those with Level-3 Soul Talent were better still. If they worked desperately hard, they might become Level-3 Warlock Apprentices. Many servants in Warlock organizations were such people.
Those with Level-4 Soul Talent possessed ordinary aptitude for cultivating as Warlocks. If they worked desperately hard, they would have a slight hope of advancing into Level-1 Warlocks.
Those with Level-5 Soul Talent belonged to the excellent category. If they worked desperately hard and their opportunities were not poor, they had a fairly great chance of becoming official Level-1 Warlocks.
Those with Level-6 Soul Talent belonged to the genius category. As long as they had good cultivation techniques and sufficient resources, they could easily advance to Level-1 Warlocks.
Those with Level-7 Soul Talent belonged to the super-genius category. As long as they possessed good cultivation techniques, even if resources were somewhat lacking, they could still advance to Level-1 Warlocks.
Those with Level-8 Soul Talent were monstrous, freakish geniuses. As long as they had cultivation techniques, becoming a Level-1 Warlock was nothing at all. Even if resources were lacking, they would encounter no major difficulty cultivating all the way to become Level-3 Warlocks.
Those with Level-9 Soul Talent were all legendary figures. Once they obtained cultivation techniques and opportunities, so long as they did not fall into their enemies' hands, every one of them would become a terrifying great figure whose name would remain in history.
Most official Warlocks on the Durando Subcontinent possessed Level-4, Level-5, or Level-6 Soul Talent. Warlocks with Soul Talent above Level 6 were exceedingly rare. Boni himself was merely a Warlock with Level-5 Soul Talent.
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