Once inside, they would undergo a sacred transformation. Their forms would bend, shift, and shatter under the pressure of void purification. Then they would be reforged—remade in image and intent.
Race became irrelevant. Origin became meaningless.
For in this sacred gray-and-white space, even demons—the most prideful, rebellious beings—could be reshaped, stripped of their madness, and bound to me with chains of absolute, unbreakable loyalty. They would emerge as fanatics, devoted entirely to the will of the Void Sovereign.
A new order was rising—one where loyalty was no longer a matter of choice, but a natural consequence of rebirth.
Originally, my treatment of their outcome was to wait for the right moment, then harvest them all and make them part of my power.
But now, before harvesting, they can be effectively used once in all out wars.
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Real World, Dark Forest, Dragon Pond.
My consciousness returned from the gray space and I looked at my current dragon body.
Dark, muscular, majestic.
My thoughts moved slightly, and the dark dragon body instantly transformed into a cold gray-white color.
The huge gray-white dragon body moved slightly and disappeared into the dragon pond.
I appeared again, dozens of kilometers away, ten thousand meters above the monster city.
"This ability to travel through the void is also very abnormal," I marveled and sighed.
Whether using any door, instant teleportation, void walk even if it is instantaneous, it still requires an extremely short "forward swing." This "forward swing" is the time necessary to use magical power.
The ability to travel through the void does not require the use of magical power, void power, or any form of energy. It is purely an innate ability that can be used naturally after transforming into the form of a gray-white dragon.
Just like a fish is born with the ability to swim, for me in the form of a gray-white dragon, space is my ocean, and I can swim through it at will.
Although still uncertain, my intuition and many abilities or spells that can seal space probably cannot stop this void travel.
If my intuitive guess is correct, then this is a top-tier life-saving ability.
The reason the Dark Frost Giant Lord was sure he could kill the Crimson Mother is because he possessed a treasure that specifically seals space. This clings to the Crimson Mother and makes it impossible for her to escape. Without this treasure, the Crimson Mother would not have been unable to flee.
In addition to the ability to travel through the void, this transformation into a gray-white form—no, it should be called a void form—grants me two other impressive abilities.
First, like the transformed gray descendants, I can directly use void power to attack. However, the void power I possess is much purer and more powerful than that of the gray descendants.
This void power can be condensed into various weapons, such as forming a dragon claw made entirely of void energy, or it can be directly unleashed as energy. Or just a void breath.
And because void power contains the properties of decomposition, absorption, and devouring, whether it's condensed into a weapon or released as energy, it will carry those terrifying characteristics.
This ability significantly boosts my combat strength.
The second ability... is the Void Form.
A transcendent defense, born from the distortion of space itself.
When I activate this form, the space around my body doesn't just shift—it layers. Reality folds, overlaps, and stretches in unnatural ways. My presence becomes blurred, the space around the my body becomes superimposed.
To an outsider, it might seem as if an enemy's blade, arrow, or spell has struck me dead on.
But in truth, they're only touching the illusion of my location—because the real me is deeper, farther away, hidden within a maze of spatial overlays. Every attack must travel through these endless layers of twisted void space before it can even hope to reach me.
It creates a delay, a near-impossible path.
It may appear as though the enemy's attack has hit me, but in this superimposed space, it takes additional time for the attack to truly land.
The stronger the attack, the more void energy I must pour in to widen that spatial gap. Against overwhelming force, the consumption becomes monstrous—almost unsustainable. But the reward is immense: absolute defense, untouchable grace, a body that cannot be reached by conventional means.
It's not unlike the concept of Infinity—a technique where the space between "here" and "there" is never truly crossed. Just like Satoru Gojo's Limitless, this power makes every attack feel like it's about to connect... but never quite does.
This is the Void Form: a shield made not of armor, but of distance—one I control, distort, and stretch to defy reality itself.
In other words, after merging with the gray-white dragon, I gained four abilities:
Defense – Superposition Space
Offense – Void power with decomposition, absorption, and devouring properties
Mobility – Void travel for chasing and fleeing
Troop Creation – Gray Descendants
After briefly experimenting with various abilities in void form, I returned to the Dragon Pond.
In the following days, I began continuously pulling a large number of creatures that had been deeply infiltrated by void power into the gray space and transformed them all into gray descendants.
Of course, in the real world, I also used the void power to transform relatively powerful void creatures into descendants of the void, then mutated them a second time through the gray space.
The first category is grassroots level granting them a single ability of mine.
The second category is elite.
It is worth mentioning that most of the gray-white descendants I transformed came from 'wild' creatures deeply infiltrated by void power, rather than dependents of the Black Wing Lair.
For example, in the Tal Sea area, the sea people tribes were conquered by the fishman leader Fitz more than a year ago. The combined population of the various sea tribes exceeds several million. These are all beings who ingested the void-infused 'little red pill' distributed to them as prisoners.
Most of them lasted only briefly and were lightly tainted by void power. However, a small number endured for more than a year and gained strength through the void Overeat. These deeply infiltrated sea people fully meet the conditions to be drawn into the gray space.
Besides the sea people, there are also humans from the previously captured Kass Principality, as well as a large number of monsters secretly spreading through the Crimson Nest.
Transforming these creatures—deeply infiltrated by void power yet hostile to the Black Wing Lair—into gray-white dependents who are loyal to me til death can strengthen the Black Wing Lair to its fullest potential.
Of course, once all of these are transformed into gray-white dependents, the ones already loyal to me within Black Wing Lair will naturally begin their transformation too.
After all, transforming into a gray-white form not only guarantees loyalty but also greatly enhances strength.
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In the wasteland of the southern continent—
A small army marched, neither quickly nor slowly.
They were equipped with standard gray-white armor, each carrying a gray-white sword either on their back or at their waist, along with shields, spears, and bows equipped on different parts of their body.
These warriors stood over three meters tall, with bodies as powerful as dragon beasts.
Beneath their helmets, gray and cold pupils gleamed through narrow slits.
Yet, this force of merely one hundred radiated the oppressive aura of an iron-blooded army ten thousand strong.
"Captain, we have arrived at the target location. It's right here."
A 3.8-meter-tall warrior walked up to a giant man over 4 meters tall and pointed to a valley in front of him.
The armored man followed the adjutant's gesture and looked toward the valley.
Under the sun, there was a faint hint of black air rising from the land at the edge of the valley.
"The land infiltrated by the power of the Abyss has no doubt of its goal."
The gray pupils of the armored man became colder and colder. After confirming that the target was correct, he immediately issued an order to the team members behind him.
"Charge!"
There was no hesitation. No scouting. No room for doubt.
The moment the target was confirmed, the warriors surged forward like a collapsing avalanche—swift, merciless, unstoppable.
Behind the commanding voice, a battalion of towering soldiers—each one broader than a bear and carved from pure muscle—responded with a thunderous nod. Swords, as long as a man was tall, were unsheathed with metallic growls. Then they stormed into the valley like a tide of sharpened steel.
Screams erupted almost instantly.
The captain, encased in bloodstained gray armor that shimmered faintly with the power of the flesh, marched in last—slow, composed, and cold. His eyes scanned the chaos as if it were a painting.
Thousands of demons filled the valley. Their camp had been a place of rest and recovery. But that illusion shattered in a heartbeat as the gray-and-white warriors descended like butcher gods.
The demons reacted in a storm of confusion and fury, clawing and shrieking, but they were no match.
Steel met flesh. Muscle met bone.
Gray-and-white warriors carved through the demon ranks with ruthless precision, cleaving bodies in half, splitting skulls, and tearing wings from their sockets. Blood fountained like geysers, staining the rocks crimson. Heads rolled. Limbs flew. Guts steamed in the cold valley air. Demonic shrieks turned to dying gurgles.
The slaughter was one-sided. Beautiful in its brutality.
By the time silence fell, the ground was slick with gore and piled with broken bodies. The valley had become a butcher's altar.
The gray-and-white warriors stood tall, armor soaked in blood, their once-pristine suits now reeking and dripping—transforming them into something more fearsome than demons themselves. They looked like avatars of carnage. Plasma demons in human form.
The adjutant approached, his boots squelching in the soaked earth. He gave a crisp salute and delivered the report in a calm, clear voice:
"Estimated three thousand low-tier demons slain. One hundred and thirty mid-tier units neutralized. Three high-tier demons captured alive, along with twenty elite-class intermediates. The Lord's blood has been injected into every captive to begin their conversion."
He paused.
"No casualties. Not a single scratch."
The armored captain gave a slow nod, voice low and thunderous.
"Rest. Feed. Then we move. The harvest must be delivered."
And with that, the valley—once a den of demons—belonged to the gray-and-white legion.
The adjutant nodded.
Soon, the smell of fireworks and meat began to rise in the valley, filled with the smell of blood.
One by one, the giant men tore into the demons' roasted meat, chewing and swallowing it with great greed.
Each gray warrior could eat at least a hundred kilograms of demon barbecue in one minute.
The flesh and blood eaten in the belly were quickly transformed into extremely high-level energy under the digestion of the Overeat power, strengthening the body of each gray warrior and increasing their strength.
"So satisfying." A gray-and-white warrior couldn't help but let out a sigh while eating meat.
This made the demons, who were bound as captives, swallow their saliva, feeling both hunger and fear.
The gray-and-white warriors ate very quickly, and after a moment, they stood up with burps and satisfied expressions on their faces.
Some of the gray warriors walked toward the captured demons, while others put the demon corpses into space bags.
The gray-and-white warriors ate most of the corpses of the intermediate demons, and the rest were almost all corpses of low-level demons. After taking these back, they would be used to support the weaker dependents of the Black Wing Lair.
"It's time to go. Let's go to the next target location," the captain spoke.
A group of gray-and-white warriors quickly gathered, followed behind the armored giant, walked out of the valley, and headed in the other direction of the wasteland.
Behind them, in the valley, the three captured high-level demons and twenty intermediate elite demons looked at each other, and then cautiously walked out of the valley. When they saw that the group of people had really left, they immediately dispersed.
Although it was unclear why these people let them live, the demons were too lazy and chaotic to think about such self-inflicted troubles.
After this group of demons dispersed, as time passed, the hunger in their bellies became more and more unbearable. However, the ordinary creatures in the wasteland had either been killed and eaten by the demons long ago, or they had fled away long ago. Those who remained—most of them—were low-level demons with nothing to do, no goals, and low intelligence.
Therefore, naturally, these demons who had just been infiltrated by the power of the Void began to kill and eat the demons wandering in the wilderness with red eyes.
During the killing and eating, the power of the Void in these demons began to deeply infiltrate the demons' bodies, enhancing their potential and improving their strength.
In the end, when the power of the Void was completely infiltrated, these demons would be transformed into gray Void creatures by the Black Dragon Lord.
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The battalion of gray-and-white warriors thundered across the blighted terrain, leaving scorched footprints in the soil as they reached their next kill zone.
But this target was different.
A seething nest of high-tier demons lay buried beneath the crumbling ruins—silent, waiting, hungry.
However, what was different this time from last time was that a group of high-level demons were hidden in this location. In the middle of the clash.
The captain halted, scanning the corrupted air. Something stank of deception. Then his eyes flared beneath his helm.
"Full release—no mercy!" he bellowed, his voice shattering the air like a battle gong.
In that instant, the body beneath the thick gray-and-white armor ignited with energy. The back side of the armor cracked open like volcanic rock, and from the fissures burst twin wings—vast, metallic, and lined with shimmering feathers as sharp as blades. They tore through the sky as if hungry for war.
Around him, ninety-nine warriors echoed the transformation.
Their human forms disintegrated, rebuilt by power and wrath—flesh hardened into myth, steel wings tearing free in a storm of force. They were no longer mortal. They were gray angels of annihilation.
As one, they took flight, a swarm of destruction ascending into the crimson sky.
With a guttural roar, the captain's colossal greatsword surged with gray-white energy, the edges dripping with ghostly mist that hissed and hissed like living things. With one powerful flap, he shot forward—targeting the enemy commander: a winged demon of the sixteenth order.
The demon blinked in disbelief. The Winged Demon on the opposite side was also shocked by this group of 'human beings.'
They originally thought that they were humans with giant blood, which was why their bodies were so exaggerated. However, after completing the transformation, not only did they become more powerful, but a pair of huge wings actually grew out of their backs.
Was this someone who had the blood of both a giant and a winged man?
The Winged Demon Commander at the great demon level began to be wary.
It didn't think about angels. After all, the holy blood of angels was like the rising sun in the dark night to them demons. It was so clear and hot that it couldn't be ignored.
Panic bloomed in the demon commander's chest.
And then the battlefield erupted into carnage.
Gray-and-white warriors collided with demons mid-air, steel flashing, wings slicing, blood raining in arcs that painted the sky black. Screams howled across the field—some human, most not. Arms were torn from sockets, torsos ripped in half, heads crushed beneath gauntleted fists.
As the captain of the Gray Angels who leads a squadron of a hundred people, the heavily armored man had undoubtedly reached the master level—although it was only the threshold of the master order, the fifteenth order.
However, the Winged Demon's order had reached the sixteenth order.
Logically speaking, the sixteenth-order winged demon should have had the upper hand. After all, the winged demons were a relatively powerful demon race, and they were one level higher.
But in fact—
The captain drove his blade downward with the fury of a falling star.
CRACK!
The mist-shrouded gray-white sword struck the winged demon. The demon parried, but the impact shattered the bones in its forearm and launched it spiraling through the air, trailing ichor. The gray-white void blade drank the abyssal energy the demon used to defend itself, like wine, leaving a gaping wound that sizzled and pulsed with decay.
"How is that possible?" The Winged Demon looked at the captain, who was waving his wings, in shock and anger, and fled in embarrassment.
"You should not exist…" the demon snarled, trembling as its regeneration faltered.
"You already don't," the captain growled, then vanished in a blink—reappearing above his foe.
After a fierce battle, the captain of the Gray Angels finally delivered the last blow to the Winged Demon.
BOOM!
He brought the sword down, cleaving one wing clean off. The demon screamed, spiraling downward like a broken bird. But before it could crash, the captain followed, grabbed its head mid-fall, and wrenched—tearing it from the spine in a spray of gore.
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