Odyssey of the Blind God



"Is everyone ready? We're about to move," The voice of one of the Leaders resounded across the ginormous plaza.

"Kill! Raid! Survive!!" Millions of Soldiers roared at the same time.

Nial heard their cheers but he didn't heed it much attention.

Many races had unique customs before the war. Some would even hunt mythical creatures and eat their raw heart before a war. 

Nial wouldn't intervene in their customs, no matter how weird they may be. After all, he wanted to make sure that his allies were overflowing with high morale and the desire to tear their opponents apart.

By now, the 469 High-Leaders of the Gigalorian Galaxies had gathered next to the Overlords. Their forces were in the billions, with each of them being a Demi-God with the combat prowess of a Pseudo-God at the very least. 

The four Gigalorian Galaxies had grown to become one of the biggest Galaxies in the entire Universe. Combined, they were much larger than the Origin Galaxy. 

Countless stars could be found in the Gigalorian Galaxies, with a majority of them being habituated by the countless races that emerged in the four Gigalorian Galaxies over the course of time.

Being able to defeat the High-Leaders in half a year was a feat nobody expected Nial to achieve. Even Nial didn't really expect it. He defeated less than 150 Lords in half a year, just to be pushed into a corner by the Divine Gods' letter.

He didn't expect that the Divine Gods would come up with a petty, dirty trick to pressure him, but that was exactly what they did. Their dirty trick ought to pressure him and make sure that he would do beginner mistakes by trying to complete his preparations for war in a much shorter time than initially appointed.

Unfortunately, their plan turned out to be the final spark Nial required to progress once again. He ended up fighting the remaining Leaders at the same time, using the boiling reinforced dark energy that had been ignited and channelized with his uncontrollable anger.

"We're ready to move as well. Are you sure that your Devil can maintain the spatial portal until all soldiers used it?" Elya Necandril appeared next to Nial. His movements were extremely silent but Nial turned his head toward the strongest Asura as if he heard him walking towards him from far away.

"Shadow accumulated more than enough energy to maintain a large spatial portal for two weeks. As long as the Soldiers of the Gigalorian Galaxies are not afraid of being pushed and shoved like a herd of sheep, there shouldn't be an issue," Nial responded calmly and composed.

Their plan was pretty simple. Three weeks passed since the letter from the Divine Gods arrived. The High Leaders went back to their home with Shadow's help. That way, they could start gathering their forces for three weeks before Shadow came to pick them up.

Afterward, Shadow was given an Apple of Vigoran and several grand potions, making sure that he had more than enough energy to keep the Gate to a particular world bridge.

The particular world bridge was the same Nial, Shadow, and his Devils had used when they moved from the Origin to the four Gigalorian Galaxies 

Nial intended to use the world bridge to move back to the Origin, then they would enter a spatial formation that had been constructed by the High Elves and the Draco over the course of the last three weeks. This spatial formation would lead them to another world bridge which would bring them to Galaxy adjacent to the Dead Ykaln Galaxy.

Using several means of transportation, wouldn't be much of a toll on the Soldiers of the four Gigalorian Galaxies. That made it easier to shorten the time they had to travel, which, in return, relieved Nial from the stress he felt for quite a while.

"In that case, we can start moving now, or is there something else you want to do here?" Elya Necandril asked but Nial shook his head lightly.

"I'm fine. I have already informed the Army of Devils. They should already be waiting for everyone at the spatial formation."

"I hope you didn't leave the Orion Shelter unguarded," Elya Necandril pointed out all of a sudden. Nial tilted his head while his milky-white and lifeless eyes stared unfocused in the Asura's direction.

"Do you think I'm dumb? I don't trust the Divine Gods, forget about the Advocate of the Pryard. Even if I don't think that they would be stupid enough to attack the Orion Shelter, the guard I left in the Orion Shelter is more than enough to obliterate masses of Gods, and even Divine Gods," Nial responded without going into detail.

There was no need to tell anyone about the secret weapon he had prepared.

Well…not that it was anything special.

His special weapon were just a few Creatoran, whom Nial found a few days before he moved to the four Gigalorian Galaxies to gather his forces.

The Creatoran hadn't been powerful but their Familiars were unique, able to find traces of more Creatoran. By now, more than a hundred Creatoran had been found in the Monster Dimension, and all of them moved to the Orion Shelter.

At the end of the day, there were even a few characters whom Nial knew from his time as Nial Lacardia. None of them remembered him because he had been in a Witness State, and not in reality, at that time. 

Nonetheless, Nial was glad to have found a few faces whom he was somewhat acquainted with. He knew that they were loyal and rather powerful. Fighting for their survival in the Monster Dimension over the course of a century and longer was enough to increase their strength drastically as well.

Thus, adding a bunch of runic armaments which Nial customized during his time in the Gigalorian Galaxies, and a few unique guns that had to be bound to a Soul Space to be used properly, Nial was certain that the Creatoran and the people he loved dearly were able to protect themselves.

After all, he created a few weapons that retrained the movements of all living beings in the surrounding area, and a means to damage even Divine Gods. Though it was extremely expensive to construct either of those runic devices, possibly more than most Primordials were able to gather if they were to hunt treasures for a whole decade, they were worth every penny.

One way or another, Nial was certain that the Orion Shelter and his people wouldn't be in danger even if a bunch of Primordials was to attack. After all, the Origin's power was still restrained, even if it affected only Divine Gods and beings with a similarly high cultivation rank.

"Let's get moving. There is no time to waste!" Nial declared once his mind cleared. He smiled lightly and visualized the billions of cultivators that would be fighting on his side.

'We will survive, and come out victorious, no matter what!'

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