Odyssey of the Blind God



How much time went by? 

Nial was not too sure but it had to be hours since the fierce battle in the Divine Hall began.

Of course, if Nial could come out victorious, the moment would become a true legend. He would make happen what Damian hadn't been capable of achieving.

Unfortunately, he felt short of turning a legend into reality. 

Nial spat out blood. 

His legs staggered and the back of his head ached, blood pouring down his back. He had been hit on the back of his head without noticing.

However, he had no time to check his wound. The only thing he could do was to adjust his positioning because the constant attacks pouring down on him paused for a moment.

He swayed from left to right and still swung his spear not to be buried by the consecutive attacks.

'How did the tide of the battle change so suddenly?'

Nial was not too sure about that. It just happened. 

The biggest problem was the small attacks that came all of a sudden, silently and deadly. The Advocate of the Pryard used her hair and feathers to attack Nial, inflicting tiny injuries that grew worse with time.

Nial was already running low on resources because he couldn't use his near-unlimited supply of reinforced dark energy, and the minuscule attacks were no longer negligible.

The truly bothersome attacks came smoothly in between the small attacks. When the Advocate shot a blast of divine energy directly, her hair and feathers would hit his vital spots.

Not even Nial, the Dark Successor, the God of Gluttony, could do something in this situation…not without his reinforced dark energy.

Being pushed back repeatedly, Nial had to give up on attacking. He was too busy trying to survive. 

Even then, his mind was trying to find openings to counterattacks.

At a certain point, Nial deepened his fusion with Goldy. A pair of huge leather wings grew out of his shoulder blades, providing him a little more protection, just like the long tail covered in golden scales that grew out of his tailbone. 

He initiated a second fusion with Psy as well, enhancing his mental stability and mental powers.

It wouldn't be impossible for him to use Dominion right now. After all, the powers of the Blind Mouse, Psy, had been accumulated. 

Over the course of years, Psy's powers had accumulated. 

As long as Nial wanted to unleash everything at once, he could gain an opportunity to counterattack. However, he was in need of a thorough plan first. Acting foolishly would only lead to failure, and failure meant death!

The next thing he noticed was a longsword striking down his forehead as if to crack it in half.

'Bitch.'

Nial evaded the attack the moment he sensed it. 

He wanted to counterattack this time, but a multitude of attacks came flying. Nial was forced to focus entirely on evading. It was frustrating, even more so because Nial noticed what the Advocate was trying to do.

He knew that an opportunity was created by exploiting openings and expanding them. Thus, what the Advocate did was cling to the small opportunity. 

Whenever he was hit, Nial was pushed back. He didn't fall, but it was only a matter of time before he would crash onto the ground.

Nial spat out another mouthful of blood. Sweat streamed down his forehead, where it mixed with his blood. 

His entire upper body was stained crimson with blood and countless of his golden scales had cracked open by now. Yet, rather than bothering about that, Nial regenerated the cracked open scales using up his nutrition.

Digesting billions of corpses did not only increase the amount of reinforced dark energy in his body. It filled his entire body, every single cell inside him, with a tremendous amount of nutrition. His Heart of Gluttony was overflowing with nutrition.

There was no need for him to save nutrition for bad times. If he wouldn't use it now, he may as well offer his neck to the Advocate of the Pryard.

As he wiped his bloody face, Nial looked truly demonic. He seemed unfazed even after suffering the bombardment of attacks, and it even felt like his movements were getting fiercer.

"That is crazy…" The Advocate mumbled with an exhausted look on her face. 

Was the Dark Successor an Undying Lifeform? No, that shouldn't be it.

"Just die, you puny insect!" She shouted while pointing her sword at Nial Orin. As if to respond to her shout, Nial began to smile.

"Are you talking about me?" 

His vigor surged all of a sudden and True Golden Dragon aura oozed out of his body. His presence changed drastically and the corners of his lips curled up even further.

"You want to kill me?" He asked, his body slowly expanding as more layers of golden scales grew out of his body.

His defense increased and so did his physical strength. 

It was about time to use a little more power!

His body began to exude a crimson-silver light that mixed with searing heat.

It was almost as if a frenzied fire had been ignited within Nial.

"Let me see you try killing me!!" He shouted loudly, darkness oozing out of his body. 

He was not sure where his sudden confidence came from. He had been beaten to a pulp for the last few hours after all. 

Despite that, Nial felt a sudden change spread throughout his entire being. His Cursed Divinity reacted to his desire to win and to use the power he was most familiar with.

The darkness oozing out of him was not created from mana. It was not reinforced dark energy either.

It was pure darkness, created in the deepest parts of Nial, from a part of his body and life force at that.

At that moment, Nial spread his arms out, seemingly attempting to embrace the darkness his body exuded.

The Cursed Divinity burst out from his body, changing the scenery across the entire Divine Hall.

As if that wasn't enough, Nial was slowly becoming one with Goldy and Psy. The shape of his body changed gradually, turning him into the most perfect entity.

His presence changed gradually and so did the pressure he exuded. The Divine Hall's marble walls began to tremble. Cracks formed on the marble, spreading further and further.

'That cannot be…even Divine Gods cannot damage the Divine Halls by merely releasing their pressure!!' 

The Advocate of the Pryard began to scream and flew backward instinctively.

'He devours himself?!?' She thought in shock.

No. Saying that she was shocked was a gross understatement. She was utterly dumbfounded, unable to grasp how Nial could devour his own body, just to create darkness.

At this moment, Nial's lifeless and milky-white eyes were filled with abyss-like darkness.

They seemed to stare straight into the Advocate's Soul with a single word flashing through her mind countless of times.

'Just?'

Darkness was one of the strongest powers Nial could make use of. Thanks to Damian's memories he had thousands of years of experience with darkness.

How could the exchange of his own life force and nutrition into darkness be considered as 'just'.

The Advocate worked the hardest to prevent Nial from using his reinforced dark energy in the Divine Hall, yet, he found a way to out-wit her.

How could she consider this as something negligible?!?

"Fuck…" She mumbled while Nial's pitch-black eyes shot wide open.

"...how?!"