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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 existâŠ" the demon snarled, trembling as its regeneration faltered.
"You already don't," the captain growled, then vanished in a blinkâreappearing 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 wrenchedâtearing it from the spine in a spray of gore.
The body twitched, still alive for a few moments longer before dying.
Around him, the rest of the Gray Angels butchered the demonic force with industrial precision. Arms impaled. Spines severed. Horns shattered. The field was a grotesque tapestry of twitching limbs, broken wings, and boiling demon blood.
The captain descended, dropping the headless corpse of the winged demon commander onto the pile of bodies. He stared down at the lifeless form for a long moment.
"You are too strong. I can't hold you back at all. Otherwise, you could have survived as a prisoner."
The Gray Angel Captain was truly sorry for the death of this winged demon.
Compared with the value brought by the corpse of a winged demon, a living sixteenth-order winged demon could bring greater value when transformed into a Void Familiar in the future.
After feeling regretful, the Gray Angel Captain looked at his teammates.
After transforming from heavily armored warriors into gray-white angel forms, the strength of the gray-white warriorsâwho were originally at the advanced levelâincreased sharply again.
Now, how could those high-level demons be the opponents of this group of Gray Angels?
Without the captain taking action, more than a hundred high-level demons died, taking captives.
As for the casualties of the Gray Angels?
In addition to one person who died, there were also more than twenty injured, and the rest just consumed some energy.
"Rest and eat." The captain stepped forward, put away the 'corpse' of the dead Gray Angelâleaving only a set of damaged gray-and-white armorâand gave the order to the remaining angel warriors, who had returned to their normal human form.
Retrieving the shattered remains of his fallen comrade's armor. The man's body had already dissolved into dustâonly the empty shell remained.
And as the warriors stripped meat from demon corpses and carved trophies from fallen foes, the wind carried only silence and the stench of war.
Death is inevitable, and most of the gray warriors did not express sadness at the death of their teammates but were unusually indifferent.
To some extent, it is doubtful whether they were originally human.
After all, even if it is a demon, as long as it is deeply infiltrated by the power of the void, the Black Dragon Lord can transform it into a human appearance in the gray space.
These demons, who turned into humans in appearance, under the influence of the power of the void, eliminated part of their chaotic nature and gained a portion of loyalty toward the Black Dragon Lord. However, their original indifferent emotions and murderous nature were not gone, but retained.
For a group of bloodthirsty demons, how could they be sentimental about the death of their teammates?
Only a handful of Gray Angels, who were transformed from normal humans, may feel sentimental about the death of their teammates. But due to their unswerving loyalty to the Black Dragon Lord, they could quickly suppress these emotions and continue to work perfectly, carrying out tasks.
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Gray-White space, gray and white square.
I, who am in the gray-white form of the void dragon, am working tirelessly to pull the souls of creatures that meet the requirements from various places in the Tal material plane into this place, and then infuse them with the power of the void to transform them into various forms of gray-white creatures.
The most gray-white creatures among them are gray-white angels.
In their normal state, the Gray Angels can be used as flying troops. They are flexible and can employ various tactics. In their human form, they can learn various human combat skills and professions and can also walk more freely in the most normal material planes.
Although the Most planes in Star World are planes, it is indeed more convenient to move in human form.
As for why not create some gray-white descendants with elven appearances? Don't elves also facilitate movement?
That's because elves with wings are indeed a bit rare the winged elves were among the first of the elf races to migrate to material planes.But now is dying breed of Elvest
But humans with wings are relatively normal. Winged people are a large branch of flying humans in the star realms, including black-winged people, white-winged people, fallen winged people, gray-winged monsters, and even harpies, who can be regarded as a type of winged people to a certain extent.
In addition to a large number of gray angels, the number of other gray creatures is very small.
Some gray-white creatures exist in the form of land beasts, some in the form of flying creatures, and some retain their original racial forms. For example, after the gnoll family is transformed, it still remains in the form of a gnoll; after the troll is transformed, it remains a troll. It just gains an extra gray-white form that can be transformed into.
After all, although Gray Angels are useful and good-looking, as a Black Dragon Lord, it would be strange if all the monsters in the city looked like 'humans'.
In addition, many dependents are not willing to transform into the form of other races, but prefer to retain their own racial form. In this case, I do not want to be too authoritarian.
I, who was transforming a new batch of one hundred Gray Angel warriors, was suddenly startled.
In the gray square, a statue-like three-meter-tall gray angel warrior suddenly opened his eyes.
"Am I not dead?" The gray-white angel was a little confused. As his pupils focused, he saw the gray-white dragon not far away.
His vision flashed, and the gray-white dragon came to him.
"Master." The gray-white angel instinctively knelt down and lowered his head.
I looked at the gray angel in surprise.
I 'remembered' this senior gray angel, because just now, the power of this gray angel, after his death, merged with me.
"Didn't the soul follow the power and get swallowed by me?" I pondered in my heart.
In the past, after the death of these dependents, their souls and everything would integrate into my body and turn into my nutrients. I was actually unable to control this process.
I could only control whether to absorb or not, but not how much or which part to absorb.
But now, after the death of this gray-white angel, everything from the body has been integrated with me, but the soul remained alone and automatically returned to the gray-white space without me actively pulling his soul into it.
Gray and white space.
"Is it the special nature of gray-white creatures?" I said to myself.
When I thought about it carefully, it seemed that this gray-white angel was indeed the first gray-white creature to die.
It hasn't been long since I began transforming gray-white creatures. In addition, the gray-white creatures that I first transformed were all the most powerful ones. The ranks started from master-level, then advanced, and it took only two days before the intermediate gray-white creatures began to be transformed.
He had advanced to even master-level strength, and coupled with the power of the void after transforming into a gray-white creature, his strength had skyrocketed. Naturally, it was more difficult to die.
But this issue can be verified later.
Now, what needs to be studied most clearly is the state of the gray angel in front of me, whose body has died in the real world.
"The body dies in reality, but the soul survives in the gray plane. Aren't these believers and these laws in which the Kingdom of Gods operates?" I narrowed my eyes slightly.
I looked around. The dragon body in the void form felt unusually familiar with this gray-white space.
"Could it be⊠that this gray space fused with my Reincarnation Space and evolved into a true Kingdom of God from the half baked it was before? Or perhaps this gray space was born only after I stepped into legend, drawn forth by the resonance of our shared abilities⊠and the two simply merged, becoming one?
Could it be... that this Gray Space merged with my Reincarnation Space the moment I stepped into the legendary realmâforming a true, complete Kingdom of God? After all, even when it was incomplete, the Reincarnation Space was already called a Kingdom of God by an Angel. It held divine potential, but it was always just half. Then, the instant I ascended, it vanished... and this Gray Space appeared in its place.
Was this space born from that disappearance? Or did the two somehow combineâbecoming something far more powerful than either on their own? The theory fits. After all, this wasn't the first time something like this happened.
The greatest example being my mastery over the four elements. As I gained two nearly same abilities combined and created a stronger ability.
It wasn't randomâit was evolution through convergence.
So maybe... this Gray Space didn't replace the Reincarnation Space. Maybe it embraced it. Swallowed it. Or maybe the system or my void ability recognized their shared nature and fusedâjust like all the other abilities that were separate.
There were many possibilities. Each one is plausible. Each one heavy with truth.
But one thing was undeniable. One thing stood above all speculationâ
This was no longer just a space.
This⊠was a Kingdom of God.
Or something similar to the Kingdom of God?" I guessed.
After thinking wildly for a while, I turned my attention to the senior gray angel kneeling on one knee.
After pondering for a few seconds, the dragon's claws covered his body.
A large amount of void power began to be transmitted.
Something happened.
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In the real world, the wasteland, where the advanced Gray Angel died.
There were ripples in the space, and a naked gray-white angel body condensed from nothing.
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In the gray space.
I looked a little silent.
Just now, my dragon body became slightly weaker.
And that 'wisp', very coincidentally, equaled the enhanced strength I had obtained by absorbing the power of the high-level gray angel just now.
"Isn't this resurrection?" I was a little shocked.
Although resurrection is a ninth-tier spell, among the more powerful forbidden spells, there is the Grand Resurrection, True Resurrection, Mass Resurrection etc spells
which can resurrect creatures in groups.
However, whether it is the Resurrection Spell or the Grand Resurrection Spell, the conditions required to cast them, along with the magic power and energy consumed, are very high.
As for this method of resurrection in the gray space, I didn't see any consumption.
I lowered my huge dragon head, looked at the senior gray-white angel kneeling on one knee, and with a thought, expelled his soul from the gray-white space.
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The real world, the wasteland.
Lying on the ground, the three-meter-tall, naked gray-white angel with huge wings on his back suddenly opened his eyes. Clutching his head from a splitting headache, he looked around blankly. His pupils gradually focused as he gazed at the familiar surroundings.
"Am I alive again?" The gray-white angel gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. He looked at his naked, gray-white body, which had no scars, and pondered.
At this moment, a voice sounded in his mind.
"How do you feel?" This was the voice of the Black Dragon Lord, with a hint of expectation in its tone.
The gray angel quickly recovered from his confusion and responded to his master.
"I have a splitting headache, feel listless, my limbs are weak, and... I'm very hungry." The senior gray angel spoke of everything he felt at that moment.
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In the gray space, I grew thoughtful after receiving the response.
From my current observations, resurrection through the Gray Space still carries a few lingering side effects.
But they were negligible. Barely a blemish compared to what this power offered.
A low chuckle escaped me, unbidden.
So this is what I've gainedâŠ
An army of the resurrected. A force more terrifying and eternal than even my sons of Death.
There was no longer any doubt. The Reincarnation Space had not simply vanished.
It had evolved.
Whether the Gray Space had absorbed it or been absorbed itself, the result was the sameâa fusion that birthed something greater. Something divine.
This... this was the true Kingdom of God.
For the first time since I descended into the Abyss and faced its infinite tides of demonic horror, I felt my spirit lighten. The cold dread that had gripped my heart for so long began to thaw.
But I did not allow myself to be consumed by hope. Not yet.
I must remain vigilant. Analytical.
There were still too many variables.
How long do the aftereffects of resurrection last? The searing headache, the muscle tremorsâdo they fade in hours? Days? Or persist for weeks?
More importantlyâhow many times can one be brought back before the soul itself begins to fracture?
I knew the lore well: even Resurrection and True Resurrection, the most sacred spells known to mortals, could fail. After repeated deaths, the soul grows distant⊠dim⊠unstable. At some point, not even magic can reach it. Only gods can.
In such cases, one must beseech the gods, who will have to use their divinity, or go to the gods of Life or Death directlyâoffering power, loyalty, or sacrificeâto retrieve the soul from oblivion.
If this Gray Space bypasses that divine law⊠how? And at what cost?
These were not mere curiosities. They were vital truths I had to uncoverâthrough time, through trials, and through blood.
But still⊠even amid all that uncertainty...
This was power.
And it was mine.
"Then let's put these theories to the test."
With a mere thought, I transformed a low-tier Goblin-kin into a newly born Gray Angel.
Then, in the real world, people were sent to kill the low-level Gray Angel.
The moment he died, his power flowed back into me. His soul was drawn effortlessly into his gray body within the gray-white space.
When the Gray Angel's eyes fluttered open again, dazed and confused, I acted at once.
I directly instilled the power of the void. At the same time, the power that had just finished fusing in my body also followed the connection between the power of the void and the low-level Gray Angel in front of me to the real world.
I channeled the power of the Void directly into himârebuilding his body in the real world through the lingering connection between my Void energy and his spirit. The residual power circulating within me from his first death followed that same link, reinforcing the reconstruction.
His new body began to condense.
Once the vessel was fully formed, the soul seamlessly slipped back in.
The low-level Gray Angel opened its dazed eyes again. It hadn't even experienced the splitting headache for a second before its head was cut off again by a high-level Gray Angel waiting beside him.
A high-ranking Gray Angel stationed nearby for this very purpose.
He was decapitated. Instantly. Without resistance.
I repeated the cycle five, six times.
Each time: death, resurrection, reconstruction.
Until finallyâon the last attemptâsomething changed.
When he died once more, his soul collapsed.
It didn't return.
His blood, his residual power, the very essence of his beingâall dissolved and merged directly into me, absorbed by my dragon body. Strengthening it. Nourishing it.
There was no more resurrection. Only consumption.
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In the gray space.
When I witnessed the final collapse of the soul, a trace of regret stirred within me.
"As expected⊠the soul eventually shatters."
Yet even as I acknowledged the result, I knewâthis experiment alone wasn't enough to determine the true limits of resurrection.
After all, this Gray Angel had been forged from a lowly goblin, and forced through five or six deaths and resurrections in rapid successionâwithout pause, without recovery, without grace.
Perhaps the soul had simply reached its breaking point due to the sheer pace.
What if the time between deaths were extended?
What if, after resurrection, one allowed the side effectsâlike the splitting headache and the weakness in limbsâto fully subside before dying again?
Would that grant the soul enough resilience to endure repeated cycles without collapse?
Moreover, what of soul strength itself?
With every breakthrough, with each ascension in rank, the soul grows more robust. Could a far stronger being endure far more cycles of quick death and Resurrection before reaching the point of no return?
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