Assassination

"Kill him!" Yang Feng frowned slightly and pointed at the Black-Robed Man, his voice cold.

The engines of four hundred Mechanical Swordsmen were instantly pushed to maximum output. At a terrifying speed surpassing galloping horses, they swept toward the Black-Robed Man.

"Dark Mist!"

The Black-Robed Man took out a black staff and activated the spell embedded within it. A mass of black fog suddenly appeared, completely engulfing Yang Feng and the others.

"Acceleration Spell!"

Spell light flared over the Black-Robed Man's body. He tapped the ground with his foot, and his body shot backward in an instant, fleeing into the distance at a speed far beyond that of the Mechanical Swordsmen.

"Infrared Scanning System activated. Thermal Imaging System activated. Sonic Detection System activated!" The Mechanical Swordsmen swiftly activated their scanning systems, countless streams of data surging through their electronic eyes.

A fierce wind swept past. Sky Knight Griya instantly burst forth at his fastest speed, streaking toward Yang Feng like an afterimage at a terrifying one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour.

Like a Level-1 formal Warlock, a Sky Knight had broken through the limits of humanity and begun evolving toward an Extraordinary Creature. At full speed, Griya could reach one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. However, he could only maintain such a terrifying burst for one minute.

Under that horrifying burst of speed, Griya needed only two seconds to cross a hundred meters and appear before Yang Feng. With a single sword strike, he could cut down Yang Feng, a mere mortal.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, a massive crate beside Yang Feng suddenly burst apart.

Amid the shower of flying wood fragments, a Level 7 Mechanical Swordsman erupted forth. With a speed too swift to cover one's ears, it pounced at Griya, its Alloy Battle Blade slashing viciously at him from several directions.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?!" Griya's expression changed drastically. His powerful Life Force Field instantly erupted as he swung his Enchanted Battle Blade and unleashed the martial technique he had painstakingly cultivated, Blood-Colored Cross Slash. A dazzling, razor-sharp blood-colored cross of light, carrying a tyrannical aura, slashed fiercely toward the Level 7 Mechanical Swordsman.

Light flashed within the Level 7 Mechanical Swordsman's chest, and a Level-1 protective barrier instantly enveloped its body. Expressionless, it allowed the Blood-Colored Cross Slash to strike its shield.

The Blood-Colored Cross Slash tore through the Level 7 Mechanical Swordsman's protective barrier and hacked viciously into its body, leaving behind a blade mark three centimeters deep.

Almost at the same instant, the Level 7 Mechanical Swordsman swung its Alloy Battle Blade in a follow-up slash, cutting Griya's lower body into eight chunks in a single stroke.

Seeing Griya die miserably at the hands of the Level 7 Blade Soldier, the Black-Robed Man's heart turned ice-cold. What kind of Mechanical Puppet is that? It can even instantly kill a Sky Knight! Has the Lord of Steel actually sent such a treasure to protect his nephew? Damn it!!

A Mechanical Puppet capable of killing a Sky Knight was worth beyond measure on the Durando Subcontinent. Even if a Level-2 Warlock obtained such a treasure, they would never casually lend it to someone else. They would instead keep it as a trump card in battle.

Boom! Boom!

With two thunderous explosions, two crates instantly split apart. Two tall Spearmen rushed out from within, the Vulcan Cannons mounted on their bodies immediately aiming at the Black-robed Warlock as countless streams of data flowed through their eyes.

*Not good! **Distortion Field!***

A sense of foreboding immediately surged in the Black-robed Warlock's heart. An incomparably powerful Distortion Field instantly enveloped his body.

Shell after shell from the Vulcan Cannons struck the Distortion Field. Their trajectories were directly twisted, sending them flying in all directions around the Black-robed Warlock.

However, each Vulcan Cannon had a firing rate of six hundred rounds per second. The two Level 7 Spearmen carried a total of eight Six-Barreled Vulcan Cannons, giving them a firing rate of four thousand eight hundred rounds per second. Combined with trajectory optimization and target locking calculated by the Super Chip, most of the shells hit the Black-robed Warlock.

The stalemate lasted less than a second before the Black-robed Warlock's Distortion Field collapsed. His lower body was shredded into pulp by the terrifying Vulcan Cannon shells.

Gael watched the Black-robed Warlock's lower body turn into a cloud of blood mist, disbelief flashing in his eyes. "Instantly killed!! A Level-1 Warlock was actually instantly killed! Heaven, am I seeing this right? This is the Mechanical Puppet Legion of Steel City! It's truly too terrifying!!"

The noble boys and girls also had disbelief in their eyes. As they looked at the two Level 7 Spearmen, towering like Gundams, their gazes were filled with envy and a trace of jealousy.

With the Black-robed Warlock dead, the entire bandit army immediately fell apart and scattered in all directions.

Yang Feng only sent the Level-4 Mechanical Swordsmen to hunt down the bandits. He did not deploy the Level 7 Spearmen.

The Level 7 Spearmen possessed extremely terrifying firepower, but their ammunition consumption was also enormous. Although Yang Feng had transported many shells, they could only be used against Warlocks. Ordinary humans could be dealt with by the melee Level-4 Blade Soldiers alone.

The Western Tribe could also manufacture Combat Robots with unlimited ammunition. However, the technology level for Combat Robots with unlimited ammunition was far too advanced and beyond what Yang Feng could currently produce. Therefore, powerful Main Battle Robots such as Level 7 Spearmen and Level 7 artillery Soldiers could not be casually deployed by Yang Feng when they were far from Black City, his main base, due to logistical constraints. In comparison, the Mechanical Swordsmen were his main combat force.

Bella, a rather pretty noble girl with short blue hair and several freckles on her face, looked at Yang Feng with great envy. "Big Brother Yang Feng, your uncle treats you far too well!"

The other noble boys and girls also revealed envious expressions.

To protect a blood relative, he had dispatched a Mechanical Legion capable of slaughtering formal Warlocks. Many large Warlock lineages would not make such a grand gesture. Even the biological sons and daughters of the heads of many large Warlock lineages would at most be accompanied by a few Level-3 Warlock Apprentices, Grand Knights, or Earth Knight-level experts as guards. Only certain powerful Level-3 Warlocks or factions with Great Warlocks might be able to make a Level-1 Warlock willingly serve as their child's guard.

Yang Feng smiled faintly. "That is probably because I am Uncle's only relative in this world."

Gael suddenly pointed at a Mechanical Swordsman and asked curiously, "Big Brother Yang Feng, are the carriages all loaded with Mechanical Puppets like these?"

The noble boys and girls all focused their gazes on Yang Feng at once, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.