Mechanical God Emperor

51 – Sanger Clan’s Gift

“First, you all must keep quiet or else you get directly expelled.”

Eunice gave a faint smile as an extremely formidable life force effused from her body, enveloping the entire classroom.

“So strong! A level-1 Warlock is really formidable!!” Yang Feng was pressured by that terrifying life force, as if he was suddenly looking at a terrifying and savage giant beast, a trace of shiver mixed with terror welled up from within his body.

The mechanical legion could kill an official level-1 Warlock, that was because the mechanical legion was strong enough. But Yang Feng himself was very weak, its the first time he truly felt the strength of a level-1 Warlock. It was an existence completely different from mortal-level life forms.

At this time, the level-1 Secret Treasure Green Heart, hanging from Yang Feng’s neck, suddenly bloomed with traces of green radiance, freeing him from the pressure.

In the entire classroom, in addition to Yang Feng, only Shi Xue could withstand the coercion under Eunice’s life force.

Eunice swept Yang Feng’s duo with a glance, her gaze stayed on Shi Xue for a moment, a whiff of a fleeting extraordinary splendor flashed through her beautiful eyes

Eunice retracted her formidable life force, then all of the students gave sighs of relief, they had perspired from all over their bodies.

Some male students that originally had bad intentions had cold sweat flowing along their backs, they now didn’t dare so much as give Eunice a glimpse.

“I won’t speak more rubbish! You have to remember that only a strong body is able to handle a strong spirit. Warlocks not only require large amounts of knowledge, but also a strong body. Conversely, in addition to a strong body, you also require an abundance of knowledge. The following courses, you must get excellent marks in them, otherwise, you won’t enter the inner court!”

“Main continent's common language. Basic god language. Basic dragon language. Basic fiend language. Basic elf language. Basic study of planes. Basic mathematics. Basic geometry. Basic biology. Basic botany. Basic elementology. Turandot Subcontinent’s modern history.”

“My time is very precious, except for when in class, don’t ask me any questions. Only when you’re willing to pay the Magic Stone. With 10 Magic Stones, you can ask me a question related to a basic course. The schedule of the courses had already been distributed to you, go study the previously mentioned courses! Alright, you can disperse!”

Eunice very quickly finished speaking, then turned around like a queen and immediately left the classroom.

“It’s even more irresponsible than a university! All depending on one’s own hard work and self-restraint!” Yang Feng looked at the back of Eunice as he silently contemplated.

The following days verified Yang Feng’s train of thought – Warlock College Antalya’s teachers, basically all of them were extremely strong official Warlocks, they were all coming and going in haste, without allowing anyone to ask questions, they basically left after expounding on their subject, without paying the students even the slightest attention.

But unlike earth’s universities, all the students in Warlock College Antalya thirsted for knowledge – they studied hard, without anyone daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The chance of one entering Warlock College Antalya to study was extremely hard to come by – once those students miss this chance, then they’ll be incessantly remorseful through their lives.

Yang Feng felt like he returned to his high school days – everyday he attended classes, afterwards, he directly proceeded to the public library – to take advantage of his microchip and record all the books in the library into his database.

Warlock College Antalya’s public library had an exceedingly large collection of books, in addition to books pertaining to cultivation of Warlocks, there were also books pertaining any other possible field – such as politics, economics, the military, literature, human geography etc.

Although Yang Feng checked for a long time, yet the information about the Eight Great Warlock Dynasties as well as the main continent was still very scarce. Evidently, the knowledge pertaining to the main continent was classified as an exceedingly valuable resource and was not placed in the public library.

Five days later.

Al off a sudden, knocking sounds came from the entrance door to Yang Feng’s dormitory.

A mechanical Bladed-troop went forward and opened the door.

Standing outside the door – dressed in a gray Pao, with a head full of blue hair and a rather handsome appearance, was a 18 or 17 year old man – with a height of 1.73m, with double peaks the size of small cantaloupes, blue hair tied up in a single horsetail, a stunning appearance, brimming with vigor, was a beautiful young lady of 14 or 15 years of age.¹

Yang Feng swept the two people with a glance, creased his eyebrows slightly and said: “Who are you?”

“I’m Felix, the first successor of Tutania Principality’s Sanger Clan. We came to sincerely apologize to You, Yang Feng, the only successor of the Steel Lord. This is a token of sincerity from our Sanger Clan!”²

The man with a head full of blue hair smiled slightly, took out a box and opened it. A severed head was revealed inside the box, it was the head of the previously extremely aggressive Bantania. Bantania’s severed head had an expression full of fear, dismay and despair.

Felix smiled and took out a slave contract and handed it to Yang Feng: “This is Bantania, the idiot that offended Your dignity, our Sanger Clan had already executed him and we hope to have quelled Your wrath. This is Judy, Bantania’s younger sister, she is our gift to You, she shall be Your slave as of today.”

Judy, the young lady with large milk-jugs, her complexion paled, both of her fists were clenched tight, her beautiful eyes flashed with a whiff of despair, yet she didn’t speak a word.

“Sure enough, strength is justice as well as the truth!” Yang Feng looked at Judy, the beautiful young lady with a stunning appearance and a fiery figure, and his eyes flashed with a whiff of peculiarity.

These past few days, Yang Feng had scouted out the Sanger Clan and was clear on its situation. Sanger Clan was a few centuries old Warlock Clan. Currently, the only Warlock within the clan was merely a mediocre level-1 Warlock. Sanger Clan didn’t even had a Warlock Pagoda, its was no match for Black Cottage. Such a tiny clan with a level-1 Warlock, as long as the mechanical legion was mobilized, Yang Feng would wipe them out as easily as turning his hand.

Obviously, the Sanger Clan was also extremely clear about this point – they not only took the initiative to offer Yang Feng Bantanya’s severed head, but also offered his younger sister as a gift – all to avoid the calamity of extermination of the clan.

Although the Southern States Coalition was controlled by Warlock College Antalya, there were countless dirty internal disputes because of interests. From time to time, some small and weak Warlock Clans would be mysteriously killed of. Obviously, the Sanger Clan doesn’t wants to be taken care of by somebody, without any cause or reason.

Although there were a lot of elites in a Warlock Clan, but there were also a lot of morons. The moron Bantania believed that within Warlock College Antalya, Yang Feng wouldn’t be able to touch him, but never had he imagined that Yang Feng would directly compel his own clan to come forward and offer Yang Feng his severed head.

1 – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantaloupe

2 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJhPLGMhRuQ