Odyssey of the Blind God



Explosions rang through the entire plateau as one missile after another was released.

They detonated on the semi-transparent dome that surrounded the Orion Shelter and caused the walls to shake terrifyingly.

"The Angels are coming from the north!" A young man shouted in fear, only to shut his mouth as he saw something more terrifying than the tens of thousands of Angels flying across the smoke-filled battlefield.

"They're led by…ten Saintly Archangels…" 

"Don't be such a scaredy cat, brother! At least, the Primordial Angel did not appear yet," A middle-aged man smiled bitterly as he mumbled under his breath.

He patted the young man's shoulder, just to look behind to the center of the Orion Shelter.

'They really won't help, will they?' 

A sigh escaped the middle-aged man's lips while his eyes were focused on a black mass that levitated above the city center.

The Devils were stored in the black mass, unmoving. 

Were they even bothered about the Orion Shelter's condition?

The Ancient Dome was already severely damaged from the impact of thousands of missiles, and even the shelter walls that had yet to receive the onslaught of missiles and elemental attacks showed signs of damage.

"The Assassin Unit of the Heligav race has been detected in the south. They're quickly approaching!" Someone cried out.

"Fuck." 

*Boom*

While the feelings of the defenders were clearly visible in their eyes, showing desperation, frustration, and distinct fear, a loud explosion rang out from within the Orion Shelter.

A huge Spider-Cannon, a modified version of the moving cannon Nial had created in the past, crawled on top of the wall tower, releasing one large-scale attack after another.

The huge Spider-Cannon used Forbidden Broken Tier-3 Runic Missiles as ammunition, obliterating the once-beautiful landscape around the Orion Shelter.

The plateau's appearance had changed entirely. Not a single grass blade was in its original spot. Everything was covered in blood, body parts, and intestines.

Even well-seasoned warriors and the oldest cultivators couldn't hide their shock at the sight of the scenery around them. It was truly horrifying.

"To think that they were able to hold out for a year. It looks like the God of Darkness' successor was not lazy. These defensive mechanisms shouldn't have been easy to create," A woman said, her six pairs of wings fluttering in the air.

She was an Angel with a majestic figure, bearing a countenance of supreme authority. Her features were flawless, with a perfect symmetry that exuded a natural aura of beauty and grace. Her body was magnificently proportioned with long thighs, an hourglass-shaped figure, and well-shaped assets. 

She was a Primordial Angel, the first of her kind, and the Empress of the Angel race. 

Her movements in the air were silent and subtle, barely noticeable to those around her.

The six pairs of wings that jut out of her back were regal and luminous, spanning majestically across the sky with a shimmering radiance that emanates a sense of purity and divinity.

Her feathers were white as snow with a subtle gold tint that shimmered in the bright afternoon sunlight.

Finally, her expression made it seem as if she was the perfection of inner peace and serenity, the incarnation of holiness. 

Combining her countenance, her heavenly figure, and the holiness the Primordial Angel radiated naturally, most beings could only look at her in awe and reverence. 

However, her eyes were cold, colder than the everlasting glacier in the Nakula System.

Looking at the state of her army, she felt bitter. A frown spread across her once-calm face.

After combining her forces with several other races in order to minimize the casualties in her own ranks, the battle for the Orion Shelter should have ended quickly.

That was what everyone had believed firmly. It was the only logical result that followed the massive numerical advantage they had.

The number of veterans, and high-ranked cultivators fighting on the side of the attackers were in the hundreds of millions. Meanwhile, the Orion Shelter didn't seem to have too many powerhouses on their sides.

After all, neither Nial nor the Devils protected the Orion Shelter.

It was almost as if they abandoned the shelter after working tirelessly on the Orion Shelter for years. 

But rather than ending in the following days, the siege continued. 

Almost a year had passed since they started their siege, but they had yet to break through the barriers of the Ancient Dome.

'If I could only use my full power, everything would already be over.'

Shaking her head, the Primordial Angel could only continue and watch.

Being on Jundra, the Origin of the Universe, restricted her strength drastically. In fact, she was not the only one.

No Ancient God was able to unleash their full strength for now.

The Origin had yet to regain its full power. Until then, nobody would be able to escape the laws of the Origin. After all, the Origin was considered one of the most important main components in the Universe.

Not even Spectran, members of a Primordial race, were able to escape the laws of the Universe. They could only bend them to a certain extent. What happened after was nothing but a big gamble.

Time passed slowly on the battlefield. 

Everyone was exhausted after fighting for a year. However, the defenders had it the worst. 

Their ammunition and food reserves wouldn't last long anymore, and the morale of the citizens and defenders was at its worst.

And the 'cause' for this mess….where was he? 

Nial, the proclaimed cause of the war, was still asleep. He disappeared more than a year ago, only to be never seen again.

His Devils were still present, but they didn't move anymore. They retreated to the large mass of darkness levitating in the shelter's center not doing anything.

"We have only five Forbidden Missiles left…is that how it is?" 

The calm voice of a woman rang through the surroundings. She looked across the battlefield with a sad expression while caressing the head of the gigantic Greater Forest Dragon next to her. The Greater Forest Dragon hadn't left her side since Nial fell asleep. His reasoning? Nobody really understood.

It was quite obvious that the Greater Forest Dragon never really liked Nial, yet, the moment he fell asleep, something had changed in the countenance and attitude of the Greater Forest Dragon.

Royal Princess Evalyne noticed that the most. After all, the Greater Forest Dragon stayed by her side all this while.

The Royal Princess of all Elven races knew that she couldn't leave this place anymore. Her connection with the God of Darkness' successor had already been discovered and she could only protect her race by staying here, even if that meant she had to sacrifice herself.

At first, she was afraid. Did she make a mistake by trusting Nial?

Did she push her race into hell by becoming friends with Nial, by learning how to trust and rely on him?

However, she quickly realized that it was not like this.

Nial might be a difficult person but he didn't deserve the way he was treated. 

Maybe.

Just maybe…not even Damian deserved to be treated like that.

Didn't he just want to protect the Universe?

Was it really fair to treat a hero like a villain, and to worship the true villains?