Odyssey of the Blind God



The battlefield was overflowing with chaos and desperation.

The tension all over the battlefield increased and so did the fear coursing through the entire being of the perpetrators.

Adrenaline permeated the air, mixing into the smoke dust and distant roars of explosions.

Other than a bunch of residential buildings, everything else all over the plateau had been destroyed, scarred with trenches, craters, debris, and the aftermath of elemental attacks.

The sound of millions of darkness needles whizzing through the sky echoed across the battlefield, highlighted by the screams of the wounded and dying.

As for Nial, he levitated high in the air above the center of the Orion Shelter, releasing one batch of darkness needles after another.

He converted the energy acquired through his Cursed Divinity and his Cursed Divine ability, Devour, to make up for the high consumption of reinforced dark energy.

By making use of the energy he acquired from devouring the bodies of the dead all over the battlefield, he would be the last to lack the energy to continue fighting.

His entire body was still shrouded in reinforced dark energy, which made it seem as if he was a Devil wearing black armor.

The crimson chaos circulating through the armor pulsated wildly. It enhanced his control of the surrounding mana and the darkness all over the plateau. 

This made it even easier to kill the perpetrators. After all, there weren't even one million God-like existences on their side!

It was easy to tell that the perpetrators never expected Nial and his Devil Army to return and join the battle, though Nial didn't really understand why they would think like that.

Whether they wanted to spare their strongest warriors or didn't have more Gods at their disposal, Nial couldn't know.

However, what he knew for sure was one thing; his return changed the tide of the battle for good.

His darkness spread across the ground coiled around his opponents like the tentacles of Cthulhu, restricting their movement and choking the weakest of them to death.

Simultaneously, his darkness needles rained down like hellfire, reaping the lives of those who were not able to handle both the restrictions of the darkness from beneath and the hail from above.

In a matter of sixty seconds, millions had been killed.

Nial was not even sweating yet. Not a single droplet of sweat had poured down his back or temples since he joined the chaos on the battlefield.

He devoured the corpses of the millions he had killed and used the tiny trace of digested energy to fully replenish his used-up energy to initiate a new attack.

"Kill! Leave none of them alive!!" Nial Orin shouted at the top of his lungs, enhancing his vocal cords with reinforced dark energy.

But that was not the only thing the God of Gluttony did. He had made use of his Dominion ability to influence the mind of his allies, removing their fear and desperation, and adding courage and an eerie calmness that was hard to find on the battlefield.

'I will remember all of you.'

Nial thought in anger while scanning the entire battlefield once again.

He knew each of the dozen races, who had been presumptuous enough to attack the Orion shelter, and he was not willing to leave them behind with a mere warning.

What did he and his people do deserve to be attacked, with an army of hundreds of millions, at that?

The answer was pretty simple.

They didn't really deserve to be attacked but everyone was afraid of the Devil Army, and the Dark Successor. 

Rumors spread that Nial killed the Divine God of Truth, and both the Ancient Gods and ordinary Gods who had been present in the Divine God's domain at that time. 

More fear was instilled in the hearts of the Gods all over the Universe thanks to these rumors, resulting in the current attack.

At least, that was what Nial presumed. 

Little did he know that it was far more complex.

Sensing the corpses, blood, and unstable mana across the battlefield, he took a deep breath. 

He stopped his inaccurate hail of darkness needles and changed his approach to the battlefield.

Their miserable loss evolved into an overwhelming victory. The number of casualties Nial and his allies had to count since he and the Devil Army joined the battle was not even in the three digits. It was nothing noteworthy compared to the millions of enemy corpses that were waiting to be devoured.

A subtle smile formed on Nial's lips. He moved his right hand, accessing his spatial ring to retrieve a spear before he disappeared from the spot.

Utilizing Grasp of Eclipse after the Witness State should have been a little bit more difficult. However, his mastery hadn't actually changed. In fact, Nial felt as if it was much easier to use Damian's techniques after the things he had gone through.

He emerged in the ranks of his opponents and thrust the spear ahead in a straight line.

A shockwave rang through the ranks of opponents the moment he moved ridiculously fast, however, the target was not to be underestimated either.

The Primordial Angel waved her wand, blocking Nial's spear thrust by a hair's breadth. 

"I remember your fluctuations." 

Nial's voice rang out from behind the reinforced dark armor. It was chilly and spoken with enough pressure and anger to restrict the movements of the Angels around them. They wanted to protect their Queen but were incapable of moving.

Was that Nial's ability? Was it just his voice?

Only Nial could know.

"Damian's memories remember you, and so do I. You hated Damian because he spared you after he obliterated everything your race build up over the course of tens of thousands of years. He spared you when you were just a child, and you wanted to kill him, understandably," Nial added, recalling what happened a long time ago.

The Primordial Angels had been powerful existences, and they had been afraid of Damian when he was on an uprise. They plotted his assassination and failed miserably. In exchange, the God of Darkness attacked them openly, slaughtering the Primordial Angels, all but the only child. 

This child had grown up to become the Queen of the Angels, the Primordial Angel levitating in front of Nial.

However, that was not why Nail was overflowing with anger right now.

"But that's not it. You are also the Goddess who influenced Bella Morningstar. You are the reason my mother died!"

A burst of energy gushed out of Nial and his spear when he spits out the last few words. His reinforced dark energy was raging, pouncing at the Primordial Angel from all directions the moment Nial connected her energy fluctuations to Bella.

Nial used Grasp of Eclipse once again to appear behind the Primordial Angel. She moved rapidly - or tried to move only to be partially restricted by the darkness tentacles that had coiled around her arms and legs - and lifted her wand once again.

But even before their weapons collided, Nial turned into darkness currents once again.

He teleported to the empty spot above the Primordial Angel, thrusting the spear toward her head. 

"Just die, bitch!"

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