Odyssey of the Blind God



The Second Great War began with the arrival of the enemy forces.

There were billions of powerhouses, spread across the vast expanse of the Dead Yklan Galaxy.

They were prepared, ready to go all out to protect their universe.

However, some of them were afraid and uncertain as well.

Seeing the Army of Devils, the Overlord Races, and the Gigalorian Armies for the first time in their lives, everyone could tell that their numbers were not fewer than theirs and that their powerhouses were just as strong.

The weakest force in each of the armies were Demi-Gods. Their numbers were the highest and they could be considered the main army.

But they would have to face most casualties on both sides as well.

Nonetheless, they strode through space with determination flickering in their eyes. Both sides were willing to sacrifice their lives for a better future, and both sides were certain that they were in the right.

But what was right and what was wrong, in the first place?

The world was not black and white, and neither was it gray. The world was filled with countless colors, some cold, eerily dark, and dangerous, while others were warm and soothing.

Evil existed, and so did kindness. However, even evil could be purged and Saints could be tainted. 

Nial merely wanted to fight the Advocate of the Pryard and eliminate her. However, he had been held back repetitively, restrained from fulfilling his mission. He didn't kill the Divine God of Truth, wasn't the first to attack the Angels and other races, and he was not the one who ordered everyone to gather in the Dead Ykaln Galaxy to start the Second Great War.

He didn't want all of that, but he was not the kind of person who backed off after being pushed into the corner. Why would he allow anyone to trample on him or his beloved ones if he had the power to snap their necks and cut them in half? 

If they wished to fight him, Nial could comply with that. However, he wouldn't allow anyone to harm his family and beloved…not anymore.

"Don't join the attack. Devour the corpses around you and search for the Ad–..." Elya Necandril said.

However, Nial cut in before the Asura could finish, "I know what I'm doing. You said that you observed my Nightmares, so you know that I have more than enough experience with war, even if it's just a memory. I won't act rashly, and I will search for the Advocate, don't bother advising me anymore. Focus on yourself, and survive!"

Nial was already searching for the Advocate or precisely familiar Mana Sources that lead to the Advocate.

He knew the Advocates the most. Thus, everyone presumed that he was the most likely to find the last Advocate. That was also what Nial thought because it was not unlikely for the Silver and Golden Eye to react to him once his Mana Sense found them.

It was not a sure way to find the Advocate, but he had a few other ways that might come in handy, though Nial was not certain whether the Advocate of the Pryard shapeshifted once again, or if the Advocate chose to fight him head-on today.

'No matter what, I will find you!!'

The Second Great War erupted at its full scale almost immediately. Billions of enemies released their abilities and Divinities before they charged at their opponents without a shred of hesitation. 

The Armies of the Gigalorian Galaxies were as fearless as the Army of Devils had been. Witnessing this first-hand was something that would have thrown Nial off-guard, if he hadn't known about it beforehand. But he was fully aware of the mindset the residents of the Gigalorian Galaxies had.

For them, it was an honor to die on the battlefield, and a disgrace to die at old age.

Nial didn't really understand it at first, but he came to a realization after getting to know the special perk of the beings born in the Gigalorian Galaxies.

They collected Blood Karma, also known as Eternal Glory. The more blood they shed on the battlefield fighting powerful opponents, the higher their Eternal Glory. By amassing Eternal Glory on bigger battlefields, they gained the grace of the Gigalorian Galaxies. Their Soul would be cleansed and they would be given the opportunity to enter Yilhalla, or reincarnate with some of their memories intact, higher innate potential, unique traits, or a special birthright.

Their Eternal Glory would be used up in exchange. Meanwhile, those who wanted to rest in Yilhalla, the afterlife of brave warriors who died in battle to feast, fight and enjoy life until the end of time.

If not for Eternal Glory, Nial would have a much harder time convincing the residents of the Gigalorian Galaxies to follow him into war. What use would it have to fight against the rest of the universe if they had nothing to gain except hatred and new enemies?

Fortunately, the Gigalorians believed that dying in battle was the most honorable way to go and that it would lead them to a better life or Yilhalla. It served as a powerful motivator for Gigalorian warriors as it gave them a sense of purpose and a reason to fight fearlessly in battle.

The idea of Yilhala also played an important role in the Gigalorians society as a whole entity. They hadn't been able to fight any new enemies and were thus seeking new opponents with their entire beings.

While others would consider this as an easy way to create a culture overflowing with bravery and heroism, it was extremely dangerous for their opponents.

After all, they had to face warriors who didn't fear death.

Blood was shed across the entire Dead Ykaln Galaxy the moment the battle began. The energies released were too much for the few stars in the proximity to handle and they burst apart at once.

Simultaneously, countless elemental attacks poured down on each side of the battlefield.

More blood filled the battlefield, and corpses followed soon after.

But the intensity of the battle only increased.

The never-ending stream of blood and corpses would only widen, and it wouldn't cease.

Not, until the Dark Successor or the Advocate would leave the light of the universe forever.