Black Dragon Tower

Yang Feng's convoy this time numbered as many as 500 carriages. If they were all terrifying combat robots like Level 7 Mechanical Swordsmen and Level 7 Mechanical Riflemen, then it would be an incomparably dreadful force. Even a Level-3 Warlock might not necessarily be a match for this Mechanical Legion.

Only a Great Warlock, one who had completely surpassed the limits of mortals, could possibly destroy a Mechanical Legion composed entirely of 500 Level 7 Mechanical Puppets by their own strength.

Yang Feng said lightly, "Some of them are."

The young noblemen and women immediately revealed indescribable envy and jealousy in their eyes.

Even if only twenty of those five hundred carriages carried combat weapons such as Mechanical Swordsmen and Mechanical Riflemen, that would already be an extremely terrifying force. Placed in any duchy, it would be a strategic force capable of determining the fate of the nation. Yet Yang Feng could deploy such power at will. The strength of his faction far surpassed those noble youths, who had originally been people above others themselves.

After crushing the allied forces of all the bandits in the Hunter Fang Wasteland, the Mechanical Swordsmen began cleaning up the battlefield, gathering every resource that could be collected. The weapons, equipment, and money on those bandits added up to no small sum.

After the battlefield had been cleaned up, the massive convoy slowly continued onward.

Night fell, and darkness shrouded the land.

More than ten kilometers behind Yang Feng's convoy stood a simply constructed enormous tent that covered an extremely vast area.

Inside the enormous tent, countless bandit heads had formed a small mountain. Above its summit floated a mechanical sphere the size of a washbasin. Countless tiny mechanical tentacles extended from the sphere and pierced into the bandit heads one by one, reading their memories.

The bandits of the Hunter Fang Wasteland came from every corner of the world, and their memories contained much useful information and knowledge. On the Durando Subcontinent, Warlocks controlled everything and monopolized all knowledge. Any kind of knowledge was extremely precious. Thus, after Yang Feng killed his enemies, he would read their memories and record them all in the database, enriching its resources.

The richer the database's data resources became, the more accurate its various deductions would be. Moreover, through the memories of those bandits from all corners of the world, Yang Feng could learn information about the customs, local conditions, taboos, distribution of factions, and more throughout the Durando Subcontinent.

"Dragon Blood Potion! What luck. That fellow actually carried such a treasure on him!" Yang Feng played with the crystal bottle containing the Dragon Blood Potion, a flash of excitement passing through his eyes.

Dragon Blood Potion was an exceedingly precious and scarce potion, and the crystal bottle containing it possessed astonishing defensive power as well. Since it had not been struck head-on by the cannon fire, it had fortunately been preserved.

Yang Feng handed the Dragon Blood Potion to an octopus-like robot beside him that had many tentacles. "No. 3796, can you synthesize this Dragon Blood Potion?"

No. 3796's consciousness could descend into any robot equipped with an Intelligent Chip.

An opening suddenly split open on the octopus robot's head. A tiny glass dropper extended from within, drew out a small portion of the Dragon Blood Potion, and then retracted. Immediately afterward, countless streams of data flowed through its eyes.

"Beginning potion analysis! Conducting feasibility analysis for the analysis."

"This potion can be analyzed and synthesized!"

"Beginning modeling analysis!"

"Analysis progress: 0.01%!"

"With current computing power, the potion is expected to be fully analyzed in 10 days!"

Lines of information suddenly flooded across Yang Feng's glasses.

A wild joy flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. "It can be synthesized! Wonderful!"

Dragon Blood Potion was an extremely scarce Alchemy Potion. Boni, the master of the Black Hut, had always wished to obtain a bottle of Dragon Blood Potion, yet he had never been able to buy one. Only the six great factions, or certain powerful factions with Great Warlocks, could possibly refine a treasure like Dragon Blood Potion.

Once the Dragon Blood Potion could be synthesized, Yang Feng could use large quantities of it to strengthen his body and increase his power.

After a round of searching, Yang Feng quickly uncovered the origins of the Black-robed Warlock. "Black Dragon Tower. I thought he was an assassin from Wild Claw, but I never expected this assassin to come from the Black Dragon Tower! It seems many people want me dead!"

The Lord of Steel, Yang Feng's incarnation, had recommended Yang Feng for admission to Antalya Warlock Academy and secured his qualification to enroll. However, on the Durando Subcontinent, many factions likewise did not wish to see Yang Feng enter Antalya Warlock Academy. After all, the Lord of Steel, Yang Feng's incarnation, possessed enough weight to break the balance of power among the six great factions.

Yang Feng had not wanted to make such a huge spectacle either. But his cultivation aptitude was truly too poor. If he had not been recommended for admission under the identity of a blood relative of the lord of Steel City, it would have been impossible for him to enter Antalya Warlock Academy. He might not even have been able to join any Warlock faction at all.

As Yang Feng examined the important memories of Griya, the bandit leader, he suddenly frowned. "A treasure of an ancient god! It is even connected to the Snow White Tower. This Griya really was not simple! Now this is troublesome!"

Griya's original name had been Qineya. He was a Sky Knight whose combat strength rivaled that of a Level-1 Warlock. Such a powerhouse would be recruited wherever he went, enjoying inexhaustible wealth and glory. Yet he had thrown himself into the Hunter Fang Wasteland and become a bandit leader there because he had provoked the Snow White Tower and obtained a secret from it concerning an ancient god's treasure.

The Snow White Tower was a top-tier faction on the Durando Subcontinent, second only to the six great factions. The Snow White Lady, the current tower master of the Snow White Tower, was a Great Warlock-level powerhouse.

Having provoked the Snow White Tower, Qineya could only flee. He hid within the mixed bag of dragons and snakes that was the Hunter Fang Wasteland, concealed his identity, became Griya, and built up a considerable foundation.

Qineya had used a secret treasure capable of resisting divination-type powers to evade the Snow White Tower's attention. Now that secret treasure had been shattered by Yang Feng's Mechanical Swordsmen, and it no longer possessed the power to resist the detection of the Snow White Tower's divination spells. Yang Feng had no idea when he might be detected by the Snow White Tower's divination spells and become a target of the Snow White Tower.

Gods possessed lifespans far beyond those of other living beings. Even a god with the lowest level of Faint Divinity possessed a lifespan of over one million years. Thus, in this world, quite a few powerhouses chose to become gods in order to live longer.

In this world where Warlocks controlled everything, those who became gods were extremely dangerous. Basically, once they became gods, the most powerful Warlocks of the Main Continent would strike them down, reducing them to alchemical materials.

Those who chose to become gods would leave several treasures outside their divine kingdoms in preparation for resurrection, waiting until they revived before using those treasures to rapidly restore their strength.

The ancient god's treasure Qineya knew of was one hidden outside a god's divine kingdom during the Seventh Warlock Dynasty.