[Congratulations! You have slain the Angel Lord. You have received the special rewards: Angel Bloodline Power, Angel Barracks.]

[Calculating loot…]

[Due to the Angel Lord’s death, all her subjects have been eliminated. Their loot will be calculated as well.]

Alex closed the system interface. The loot from Raphaela’s subjects was likely insignificant, probably just basic resources like stone and crystals.

As the Angel City crumbled into dust, Alex unleashed a wave of spatial magic, sweeping the debris from the mountaintop.

This location would be ideal for an undead fortress. It was secluded and strategically advantageous.

But expanding outwards was too risky. The Mage Association and the Holy Court, both powerful factions, were nearby. Antagonizing them wasn’t a wise move.

She claimed the system rewards, intending to conduct an experiment. Its outcome would determine whether she established a fortress here.

“Claim.”

The two rewards materialized in her hands.

The Angel Barrack was a diamond-shaped crystal, the size of a pocket watch, pulsing with holy light. As long as she didn’t activate it, it would remain in this dormant state.

The Angel Bloodline Power was a concentrated sphere of golden energy, similar to the Titan Bloodline Power, but its holy energy was purer, more intense.

Alex held the Angel Bloodline Power in her left hand, pondering the possibility of transforming it into death angel bloodline power.

Undead were a diverse race. Surely one of their king’s bloodlines would be equivalent to this angel bloodline.

What if Alex wasn’t the sole undead Lord? Would the undead race’s various sub-races be distributed among other Lords, granting them exceptional talents?

And what level was this angel bloodline within the Angel race’s hierarchy? Perhaps it possessed Divine potential, just like her own.

“Ah, what the heck. Let’s give it a shot. If it fails, no big deal. I still have the Barrack.”

Alex wanted to use her innate ability to transform this angel bloodline into undead bloodline.

Trial and error. Even if it failed, she still gained an Angel Barrack.

She conjured a black orb of energy in her right hand, slowly merging it with the angel bloodline in her left hand.

There were no system prompts. She was on her own. The system couldn’t assist her with this.

It was transformation magic. Alex refused to believe she couldn’t transform angel bloodline into undead bloodline!

As the two energies merged, a blinding golden light erupted, illuminating the mountaintop. It was like pouring water into a vat of boiling oil.

The holy light, intense and purifying, washed over the area.

Alex, instead of resisting, watched as the black energy in her right hand dissipated. She acted decisively, unleashing her high-level summoning magic. A wave of darkness surged from her hand, engulfing the angel bloodline.

Darkness clashed with light, the holy angel bloodline struggling to resist the encroaching corruption.

Her mana points drained at an alarming rate. The scythe appeared in her other hand, its double attribute bonus doubling her mana pool, allowing her to intensify the flow of dark energy.

Down below, Ruby, having eliminated her opponents, was preparing to bring her two captives to the summit. She glanced back, her eyes widening as she saw a golden light piercing the clouds, bathing the mountaintop in holy light.

“What the heck is going on? I thought that woman was dead.”

She had witnessed one of the Lords dying just moments ago. It was her final kill.

Alex had apparently beaten her to it.

She hurried towards the summit, the two captured Lords, Magnus and Grom, encased in ice, looking on with confusion.

The system had notified them of Raphaela’s death. What was this holy light then?

Before they could reach the summit, the golden light vanished, plunging the area back into darkness.

As they landed, Ruby saw Alex kneeling in the center, her scythe supporting her weight, her breath ragged, her forehead beaded with sweat.

“Alex, what happened? Are you okay?” Ruby asked, teleporting to her side, her voice laced with concern.

She then noticed a black orb of energy hovering beside Alex, so unassuming she had almost missed it.

“I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache,” Alex said weakly, pushing herself to her feet, her scythe clattering to the ground.

Even with her scythe’s double attribute bonus, her mana had been completely drained. The strain on her soul force had left her weak and slightly disoriented.

But her experiment had succeeded.

She gazed at the bloodline power, a satisfied smile on her face. It had been worth the effort.

She opened her system interface, confirming her suspicions. The fusion with the angel bloodline had retained some of its original properties.

It was undead, but not ordinary undead.

It was death angel bloodline power!

[Death Angel Bloodline]

[Life Tier: Divine]

[Effect: Absorbing this bloodline will transform the user into a death angel (classified as undead), making them the king of their race, granting them the ability to summon troops.]

Alex’s smile widened. This was a game-changer for Xiao Hui.

She hadn’t expected her high-level summoning magic to possess the ability to create a race king. It was overpowered, although the angel bloodline deserved most of the credit.

After all, Raphaela’s angel bloodline had Divine potential. Alex had merely transformed it.

And the transformation itself was a system-granted ability. So technically, the system had done the heavy lifting.

But still, the fact that Alex could achieve this meant her own life tier was also Divine.

Of course, having a Divine life tier didn’t guarantee godhood. It merely meant she had a chance, however slim.

All the undead race kings had Divine potential, yet they remained subservient to Alex. It spoke volumes about her own bloodline’s uniqueness.

If their chances of achieving godhood were 1%, hers was at least 10%. Alex was their master, despite their shared Divine potential.

Alex flashed a slight smile and said to Ruby, “It looks like we need to make a trip back to the Undead Empire first.”

“Go back?” Ruby asked, confused. They had just left the Undead Empire. Why were they returning so soon?

Alex pulled out a Fortress Essence Shard, activated it, and tossed it into the center of the cleared mountaintop.

A massive magic circle unfolded, and an undead fortress materialized, its dark towers rising from the ground.

“Yeah, we need to head back to the Undead Imperial Capital. As for these two…”

Alex paused, approaching the two captured Lords, Magnus and Grom, still encased in ice.

With a flick of her wrist, she released their spatial seals. But even with their newfound freedom, they didn’t dare make a move, not with Alex standing right there.

“Tell me, are your troops unique?” she asked, getting straight to the point.

“No, we’re not,” one of them stammered, his voice trembling. The other shook his head vigorously.

Alex’s shoulders slumped slightly. She had been hoping for unique troop Lords.

“And are you aware that you’ve been influenced by Raphaela’s holy light?” Alex asked, her curiosity piqued.

She had always wondered about the extent of the holy light’s influence.

“Yes,” Grom, the Behemoth Lord, replied, his voice heavy with regret.

The Troll Lord, however, looked at Grom in surprise. He had been unaware.

“I see,” Alex murmured, her gaze sweeping over them.

Then, her expression hardened.

“But you’re still going to die. It’s the price you pay for your actions.”

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of spatial energy, instantly killing them both. Then, she summoned their corpses as necromancers.

“Death Spirit,” Alex snapping her fingers.

A Death Spirit clone materialized beside the two necromancers.

“Go summon all the corpses at the foot of the mountain as undead.”

“As you command, my queen,” the Death Spirit replied, its voice a hollow echo.

The three undead flew towards the base of the mountain. Alex turned and headed towards the undead fortress.

“Ruby, let’s go.”

They entered the fortress, their figures vanishing within its dark walls.

…

Eldoria Continent, Undead Imperial Capital.

Alex and Ruby materialized at the entrance of the main fortress. It wasn’t too late. Xiao Hui was likely still awake.

They entered the palace, and Xiao Hui, surprised by their sudden return, rushed to greet them.

“Miss Alex, what are you doing back?”

“I killed the Angel Lord, built an undead fortress on Stone Pillar Mountain, and brought you a treasure. Actually, two treasures,” Alex said, heading towards the main hall and settling into a chair. She placed the unowned Sword of Judgment on the table.

Xiao Hui and Ruby followed her, their gazes drawn to the black orb hovering beside Alex.

Xiao Hui hadn’t even noticed it until she felt the surge of dark energy.

“Miss Alex, what is that? How come I didn’t see it before?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

The orb was so unassuming, it was almost invisible.

Alex chuckled. “That’s one of the treasures I brought you. Death angel bloodline power, Divine potential. Transformed from the Angel Lord’s bloodline. I just… tweaked it a bit, turning the holy attribute into dark.”

“Holy crap, an angel?!” Xiao Hui exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief.

She quickly realized that a dark angel was likely similar to Lilith’s fallen angels.

But the ability to alter a bloodline’s attribute… that was seriously overpowered.

“So I can become an angel? Does that mean I’m stronger than my brother now?” Xiao Hui asked excitedly.

“Theoretically, yes. Death angels aren’t part of the Angel race. They’re transformed undead, possessing traits from both races. And like my other race kings, their growth limit is Divine.”

Alex wasn’t sure about the specific differences between transformed undead and her own undead. She lacked the data to make a proper assessment.

“Wait, undead? Will I turn into a skeleton?” Xiao Hui asked, her excitement replaced with apprehension.

“Do I look like a skeleton?” Alex rolled her eyes.

She had already tested the death angel transformation on one of the angels. It didn’t turn them into skeletons, or even emaciated, skeletal figures like necromancers.

They retained their flesh and blood. Xiao Hui would be fine.

“Phew, that’s a relief,” Xiao Hui said, letting out a sigh.

“So I can absorb it now?”

“Go ahead. But it might be a bit painful. Just try to bear with it,” Alex warned.

“If Xiao Mu can handle it, so can I!”

Seeing her determination, Alex didn’t waste any more time. She guided the bloodline power towards Xiao Hui.

Xiao Hui sat down and began absorbing it.

As the black energy flowed into her, her own dark energy flared, its corrosive aura making Ruby uncomfortable. Alex gestured for her to step back.

Sophie entered the hall, witnessing the scene unfolding before her.

She was about to speak, but Alex quickly silenced her with a gesture. The three of them watched in silence as Xiao Hui’s body contorted, her muscles twitching.

But there were no screams, no cries of pain. Xiao Hui, her face flushed, her fingers digging into the arms of her chair, was enduring the agony in silence.

“I can’t hold it anymore! My stomach hurts! I need the bathroom!” she finally gasped, her voice weak.

But her current state made it impossible for her to move on her own. She needed help.

Alex and Ruby looked at Sophie, who stared back at them, her face blank.

“Huh?”

“What ‘huh’? Help her get to the bathroom!” Alex ordered.

Sophie, with a resigned sigh, helped Xiao Hui to her feet and guided her towards the bathroom.

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