Odyssey of the Blind God



The Primordial Angel's eyes shot wide open.

Her body was severed and the first reactions occurred within her. Endless waves of pain were sent to her brain and a sensation of unbearable distress swept through her entire being.

She began to breathe heavily and her eyes flicked from left to right in a desperate hope to find someone who could help her.

However, the Ancient Gods were faced with Nial's Devils while the strongest Asura and his direct subordinates began a deadly battle against the Primordials and Divine Gods.

'I cannot die. Someone has to help me. Advocate, where are you?! Why can't you help me? We worked together for such a long time…how can you leave me alone like this??' The Primordial Angel screamed in her mind.

She wanted to shout out loud but not a single word escaped her lips. 

Her body began to shut down slowly, her heart rate slowed down and the Primordial Angel's wings stopped flapping in space. 

Slowly but steadily, her breathing became shallower and irregular. 

'No, I cannot die!!!' She screamed in her mind, but there was nothing she could do. 

Her body was torn apart in a moment of distraction as she didn't expect the Dark Successor's strength to have reached such a terrifying degree. His progress was horrifyingly fast, and she clearly underestimated him.

Even his fighting style improved drastically since their last encounter. His movements were deadly silent and his attacks rapid, incomprehensible, yet eerily simple and lethal.

Slowly, the Primordial Angel's consciousness drifted away. The last thing she saw from the corner of her eyes was a pair of heterochromatic eyes staring at her emotionlessly. She saw the face of the Advocate and her parting lips as two seemingly simple, yet destructive words formed.

'Just die!'

Even though the Primordial Angel's senses declined rapidly, she could tell what the Advocate of the Pryard wanted to tell her.

She should just die. 

'So I was a puppet all along? Is that it?' The Primordial Angel asked herself, 'What did I–....'

At that moment, the Primordial Angel's consciousness vaned. She was not even able to perform her last thought. She convulsed for several seconds while her once-vibrant eyes turned blank. They were void of life and would never regain their former life light.

Her body stopped functioning and she died at last.

"You're quite lucky that we're at war, otherwise, I would have never killed you that easily. Well…it's not exactly over for you. I will let Dexter treat you 'kindly' with your entire soul intact and imprisoned in a shadow replica of your former body!" Nial said, somewhat nonchalantly as he summoned a black mass from the Heart of Gluttony.

He didn't want to expose Dexter too early but it was about time to make use of this powerful fella.

"Resurrect her as a Shadow, but don't damage her soul. We need her for information, and torture purposes… nobody is allowed to attack my family, or be part of the bastards who killed my mothers, my father, and the entire Lacardia Empyrean Void!!" Nial growled loud enough for everyone to hear.

His presence intensified and the killing intent shrouding his entire being was hard to ignore even for someone like Elya Necandril.

'He really loves his family to death…well, that's quite rare for powerful Cultivators. But it seems to be a good thing since it allows him to grow much stronger in such a short time,' Elya thought before he twisted his body, evading a few elemental attacks. 

He retaliated by materializing the exact same elemental attacks, just more compressed and deadlier. Throwing the elemental attacks toward his opponents was all it took to turn their gleeful faces into faces filled with horror.

As Elya Necandril releases one attack after another, the other Asura were doing exactly the same. Most Devils were also fighting relentlessly. However, for the time being, nobody died.

After the Primordial Angel met her end, everyone's focus was diverted to Nial and the black mass he had summoned.

A shadow was being materialized around the Primordial Angel, faking on the exact same form as the Primordial Angel. The only difference in the appearance of the Shadow Primordial Angel and the Primordial Angel was their color. The Shadow was pitch-black while the Primordial Angel wore a white dress that highlighted their fair complexion.

One way or another, the Primordial Angel was dead, and the Shadow was a replica of her appearance, with her soul trapped inside.

"Now, speak. Reveal the Advocates plan. Tell me everything, and hand over some concrete evidence, if you have any!" Nial ordered the Shadow Primordial Angel, who began to move without hesitation.

"The Advocate of the Pryard gathered a dozen apprentices beneath her since the first Great War started. It was necessary to be meticulous to make sure that nobody would notice anything. Because we should never be exposed, we ended up preparing for eons before we started the construction of the first artificially created Advocate of the Pryard. 

You killed her before we achieved anything," The Primordial Angel's distant and somewhat robotic voice resounded through space, causing everyone on the battlefield to freeze for a moment.

Nial ordered the Devils to calm down as well because this moment was very important.

Even if he had yet to find the Advocate of the Pryard, the current course of events was pretty decent. It was something he could make use of in order to make sure that everyone knew that they fought on the wrong side of the battlefield, that they were the bad guys, not Nial.

'Hmm…let's escalate the situation a little!' Nial thought, flipping his wrist to retrieve the spatial ring of the Primordial Angel. The Shadow Primordial Angel retrieved a memory crystal which the shadow held high into the air for a second or two before it handed the memory crystal over to Nial.

"The evidence you're looking for has been recorded inside this me—...." The Shadow Primordial Angel said, only to be interrupted all of a sudden.

One of the Spectran dashed out. He appeared next to the Shadow Primordial Angel, one of his hands reaching out for the memory crystal while his other hand was pressed against the Shadow's head. A golden light manifested in his palm and the Shadow's head burst open.

At the same time, the memory crystal in the Shadow's hand burst apart.

Nial, on the other hand, could only smile as he retrieved a runic armament that restricted space movements in a certain range.

"Looks like you lost your cool. What's wrong? Didn't you think that this might be a trap? Aren't you a little foolish to believe that it's so easy to retrieve information from a resisting soul? Being one of the Advocate's apprentices doesn't mean that your intelligence increased from the looks of it!" Nial mocked, smiling from one ear to another as he exposed another Apprentice of the Advocate.

The Spectran's body began to creak and expand, but Nial could only laugh.

"I got you, you fucking idiot!" Nial declared, while most Divine Gods and even some Primordials began to stare at the Spectran.

They first didn't understand what their comrade was doing, attacking the Shadow Primordial Angel rather than Nial. 

Only after the Dark Successor's words rang through their ears did understanding dawn upon them.

They had been betrayed!!

The Spectran traitor understood this very well. He used his supreme spatial affinity to squash Nial's spatial restraining runic armament before he disappeared into thin air.

He left, just like that, leaving behind nothing but a few golden sparks.

However, Nial still smiled.

"I have your mana frequency now, you bastard. You won't be able to escape anymore!" He announced, laughing out loud.

At this moment, Nial could clearly tell that it was impossible to lose this war. The Second Great War didn't even start a whole day ago but he was already at an advantage that couldn't be outweighed anymore. 

The Divine Gods, Primordials, and Ancient Gods in the surrounding area had all witnessed what happened. They knew now that the Dark Successor didn't lie about the Advocate and the traitors of the universe. 

That was enough reason to end the Second Great War…if they wanted to believe him.

However, it was also just then that everything changed all of a sudden.

Nial's bright face contorted and his milky-white and lifeless eyes began to ache painfully.

He screamed out in endless pain.

A woman appeared in front of him, her heterochromia eyes staring down at Nial with a gleam.

"Let's move somewhere else, my fated enemy!"

A moment later, her hand touched him lightly. 

Space around Nial began to twist and heavy pressure weighed down on him. 

The two disappeared just a moment later, leaving behind thousands of confused powerhouses. 

"What just happened?"

Nothing much. It was just the start of the end. The final struggle. The final battle between the fated enemies was about to begin.

The end of the Second Great War was near.