Odyssey of the Blind God



"What was this last move? You didn't use any means of teleportation but your speed was suddenly faster than mine!" Elya Necandril was a little surprised if he was, to be honest.

He didn't expect Nial to have another trump card at his disposal, such a powerful one at that. 

Nial shouldn't have been able to release more power, but he did, all of a sudden at that. His current state was not that great because he seemed to have used too much power within a short time.

Elya Necandril, on the other hand, was still fine. He sweated a bit but he could keep fighting for a few days, or even weeks. That was not a problem.

The battle only ended in a tie because Nial's sudden burst of strength caught him off-guard.

However, Elya Necandril was not so petty as to say that out loud. In a real battle he would have died due to his negligence, no matter what would have happened to Nial in return.

His death would have been sealed and Nial may actually survive. That was factual and something Elya Necandril knew better than everyone present.

The others could only see Nial barely able to breathe, and sweating buckets. His energy was in total disarray as well. On the other hand, Elya Necandril looked perfectly fine.

That was what the Asuras and Infernal Ancients could see on the surface. Nonetheless, they also knew that the battle ended in a tie and what that entailed.

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"You did a very good job, Nial. As promised, I will make sure that the Asura will fight side by side when the time comes," Elya Necandril said, retrieving a few vials of golden liquid. He handed them to Nial.

"These potions have been made with a trace of the Apple of Vigoran's essence. Their potency is great but the effect lessens over time. In half a year, the effect won't be any better than an ordinary healing potion. Use them while Milo helps you find the other Leaders to challenge them.

I will visit Kahn to make sure that he and the Infernal Ancients follow you into battle as well. I think I owe you that for exceeding my expectations by far!"

'He will help me?' Nial was a little astonished.

Fighting against Elya Necandril gave Nial a rough estimation of the strongest Asura's character, and that was pretty frustrating.

He could tell that Elya didn't really think too highly of his strength. At least, that was how it felt. 

Elya didn't take anyone into his eyes. He didn't go all-out against Nial and he never intended to. It was quite obvious that the strongest Asura wanted to support him in the fight against the last Advocate but something felt weird.

'He is not depressed about his loss either. He didn't expect me to gain a sudden power-up but it is almost as if he doesn't care. Almost as if it is something good because it gives him more reason to support me. Just what is this dude?'

Nial couldn't even remotely understand Elya Necandril but it was not as if that was necessary. As long as the residents of the Gigalorian Galaxies supported him in the fight against the rest of the Universe, he would be fine.

Thus, he chose to calm down a little, and rest for a moment before he got up. 

"That would be very helpful. Thank you very much for helping me out. It makes things a lot easier for me," Nial responded politely to Elya Necandril before he turned over to Milo Necandril.

The grandson of the strongest Asura didn't seem to be doing fine. Milo was frustrated about his loss. The fact that his grandfather ended his fight with a draw was a surprise and a slight relief because it meant that Nial was extremely strong and that he would have lost either way.

However, that didn't mean his pride wasn't hurt. He just lost against a much younger opponent who had a lower cultivation rank!

But upon looking at Nial, all curses that flashed through his mind dispersed. 

'How the hell can someone look as roughed up as you and still be smiling?!' 

Nial looked like he had been beaten to a pulp, which was basically what happened. Milo would rather surrender than continue to fight when he was clearly beaten up. His dignity and pride didn't allow him to get defeated and beaten to a pulp. However, Nial didn't seem to care about his face at all.

He was fine getting beaten up as long as he could achieve what he wanted to.

His image didn't matter if the result of his actions was good enough.

'This guy…' Milo thought, shaking his head slowly. 'I am pathetic…this youngster is trying his best to become stronger, protect his people and kill the Advocate by himself. He was given such a heavy burden by the Late Darkness God, and he is not even complaining. He is giving his best and even more than that, isn't he?'

Milo clenched his fist and sighed deeply. He was truly pathetic.

"You don't have to worry about the Leader of the Gigalorian Galaxies' races either. I will inform them about the challenge and will make sure that they will come over one after another. Make sure to grow stronger and defeat them. If someone annoys you, you can use your Infernal Devils to beat them up as well. Maybe that would make this whole situation a lot easier as well," Milo Necandril said, still clenching his fist.

He had to get out of his comfort zone and accept his loss, otherwise, he would stagnate and never be able to grow stronger!

Nial was not sure what was going on with Milo but it was certainly advantageous.

"Thanks a lot. That's very helpful," He thus only said before diverting his focus once again.

He didn't use up his whole saved-up energy and felt like his Cursed Divinity progressed a little, using the experience of the previous two battles.

Nial felt that he could advance his Cursed Divine to the Ancient rank pretty soon!