Heavenly Opposers

"First, we need to get a list of the most dangerous yet important ones in here."

Azrail said, and Nayan nodded his head at it, he being more than capable of it as Adria intervened.

"We also need the detailed collection of the slaves you have made. After all, I am guessing that the majority of the powerful slaves you are controlling are ones with great talent and knowledge sent to you as waste and losers from others, right?"

At the accusing voice of Adria, the man just turned his head to the side as he whistled lightly, an action that brought a smile to Azrail as he spoke.

"I guess that's where the more dangerous ones lay... huh."

Nayan could only once again nod his head at those words, and Azrail knew asking about this would only be useless as Nayan himself wouldn't give a shit about the other slaves under him. They might have been ones with fascinating experiences that might have being experimented on, and once the data was in his hand along with the useful project, he would just delete them from his mind and just focus on the next issue or experiment at hand.

"Looks like we have a lot to do."

Valencia spoke, her accusing gaze focusing on Nayan, who just gave a wry smile, one that didn't look all that good with those eyes and that small mouth filled with sharp teeth.

"The situation is indeed worse, but we need fully loyal members that will do this grunt work, and right now we don't have much like that."

Valencia added to which Azrail started to think. The 1700 will do any work that he commands them due to the very fact that their life and death are in his hands. But that doesn't mean they won't try to do some harmful shit along the way, especially if they are asked to handle a lot of load at the same time.

After all, there might be one or two idiots out there who might think that they are smarter than they really are and make some risky move to get something done for them. While the slaves that work for Nayan are another mess, they are members with their true consciousness suppressed and sealed.

In more technical terms, the masks that all slaves wear are like a mind control device that essentially seals their true selves and activates a single AI-controlled self in its stead. In simpler words, the ones with the mask itself will be turned into automated AI created by Nayan that is capable of using the skills and abilities of the ones they inhabit.

Basically, a virus-like thing taking over the body, controlling it in a robotic manner using all the skills and techniques of the ones taken control of. Though that thing on its own has its ups and downs, as the main central AI controlling all of this should be in a clear range, and in this case, it's being transmitted all around within the Realm Scrapper itself.

Above that, it lacks a sense of flexibility. Completely taking control and fully playing with the body and capabilities of another is not possible. A soul can try to take control of another soul, and AI fully functioning while controlling another with a soul isn't possible at all.

And in this case, the main AI exists within the central hub, controlling smaller sub-AIs that exist within the masks that command and do the actions required. It's not 100% efficient, but it gets the job done. And for Nayan, he didn't need fully functioning people, just ones with actual abilities to get done. In this way, he doesn't have to deal with any stupid thoughts filling the slaves he takes in.

Hence he doesn't have to worry about looking over his shoulders all the time, and being the paranoid shit he is, he wouldn't keep anyone fully functioning by his side. Nayan has the mind of knowing that nothing is 100% certain and there is a chance of anything happening, and thus he tries to minimize any bad shit that can happen to him.

However it would seem that in the end, he died even after all the safeguards upon safeguards that he had placed on himself.

"This type of workforce is just enough to sustain things, it doesn't give efficiency, power, or any sort of feasible thinking that's needed for growth."

Adria spoke, seeing through all the situations at hand, and Azrail nodded his head at that comment, his mind swirling through several ideas, each one more outrageous than the next, until he arrived at a certain point of view, his eyes shining a bit as he looked at all the extreme workforces without a mind to command them.

"What if I kill them and turn them all into undead with complete loyalty to us with full free will?"

Azrail suddenly spoke, his words bringing a moment of silence to the room with Adira broke.

"That's good and all, but then when they come back, they won't be as good as this. Plus, can you even guarantee that you will be able to keep their connections to their own power? After all, a part of their own soul will still be lost."

The words spoken by Adria were true. Even with the power of death, bringing someone back doesn't mean they will have their own special connections or abilities they had before their death. For instance, the most a man connected to the World Spirit realm is killed, reviving him doesn't mean he will have the connection to the World Spirit realm back.

After all, the new undead is filled with death Qi, and it certainly isn't the same connection anymore. Even if using the death Qi the connection is established, they would have to all start from scratch because the connection was once broken. Not to mention that the World Spirit energy itself will fight against you back, the disgust for even joining with the death Qi of an undead.

Only the highest levels of ones deep into the power and realms of death will be able to even give a chance to the undead to connect back to the World Spirit Realm, and that's the level of the highest Death Gods or the great rulers deep into the control of hell and death realms.

The words of Adria made Azrail thoughtful, his eyes looking at Adria with shining eyes, the new plan on him starting to get better and better, an idea he thought wasn't feasible at first now getting more and more feasible as his eyes started to travel between Adria and Nayan.

'It might be a laughable plan at first, but if I use them right, then it might perhaps work.'

After this thought entered him, his eyes moved towards Valencia.

'And she was easily able to achieve all those at her peak.'

A wry smile came to Azrail's face at that thought, while Valencia just tilted her head at Azrail's look. Meanwhile, Azrail spoke out.

"How about we permanently get their minds and loyalty fully fixed on us?"

He asked his question, earning questioning looks from all around, to which with another wry smile, Azrail waved his hand around, which formed a small fist, but the most extreme part being that mental energy being used to form the thing at hand. The moment the rest felt it, Azrail chuckled a bit as he looked at all of them.

Adira floated a bit away from Valencia like a dead soul, seemingly having lost the luster in her eyes, Nayan the ever evil having all his eyes fully open, his mouth opened as big as it could get, while even Valencia was now looking at Azrail as if a monster had just arrived in front of her.

"I pity your enemies..."

Adira lightly whispered floating around.