Odyssey of the Blind God Chapter 760 Fated Fight (7/10)

The Advocate of the Pryard was Nial's sole objective, and defeating her was paramount at that moment.

He unleashed more darkness, resulting in another bloody cough, but Nial paid it no mind.

The might of his Darkness erupted, sending the Advocate of the Pryard hurtling across the battlefield.

She slammed into the last remaining wall of the Divine Hall and, upon lifting her head, encountered Nial descending upon her.

...

Her golden and silver eyes quivered.

The utter darkness within Nial's dead eyes seemed intent on consuming her.

She knitted her brows.

A vision materialized before her.

No… she wasn't mistaken.

A potential future was unfolding directly in her sight.

Her Divinity had already been unleashed, yet she couldn't track Nial's movements. What was happening?

She foresaw her own demise.

What was going on?

Though subtle, a growing discomfort and a heat haze emanated from various points on her body. This indicated her physical limits were being reached, or rather, had been surpassed long ago.

However, it was understandable. It was only natural.

She had expended an immense amount of her divine energy in one go, failing to account for the continuous drain from her divine eyes and transformation.

The damage inflicted by Nial's attack also could not be overlooked. While the Dark Successor hadn't inflicted grievous wounds yet, the assaults over the past few hours were significant.

He was clearly at his breaking point as well. Yet, Nial showed no signs of faltering, not anytime soon, perhaps never.

The future she glimpsed was bleak. She had fought relentlessly until she finally succumbed, much like the other Advocates.

Was that her fate, to happen soon?

Because as far as she could see, regardless of how long this conflict dragged on, the outcome would remain unchanged.

The cacophony outside gradually subsided as an increasing number of Gods recognized they were on the losing side.

Well…

This was to be expected. The Army of Devils, the Asuras, and the Infernal Ancients had united their strength.

And that wasn't the extent of it.

Certain Divine Gods also sided with the Dark Successor. They had switched allegiances… or perhaps they had never truly been on her side from the outset.

Were her strategic skills that inadequate? She had believed all Divine Gods would align with her and fight for her cause, or at least for their respective Universes.

The Advocate of the Pryard raised her head, her gaze directed towards the heavens.

...

A profound sense of emptiness and exhaustion washed over her.

With a sigh, the Advocate of the Pryard shifted her focus back to Nial.

In the face of any crisis, she had always chosen the most advantageous course of action.

Although the results weren't always optimal, she had always survived… and she would not perish today either.

She possessed the ability to alter her appearance and begin anew. As long as she lived, everything could be rebuilt!

But first, she would dedicate all her might to annihilating the enemy before her with overwhelming force.

If she were to fail, she could always escape… likely…

Based on her calculations, the divine orbs should have been potent enough to reduce Nial to a demigod state, but they failed to do so. Nial ended up with fewer injuries than her most conservative projection.

Therefore, this time, she resolved to acknowledge her misjudgment and learn from it. It was time to exercise greater caution.

With this resolve, the Advocate surged forward.

Instantly, the cloud-like terrain beneath her buckled, forming a deep crater in her wake.

She tilted her chin upwards, arms outstretched, unleashing her Divinity as she fixed her gaze upon the sky.

Then, she let out a piercing cry.

Her voice, imbued with an unsettling power, resonated far and wide.

The ear-splitting shriek seemed to announce her presence as the overlord of the divine realm.

It was at that precise moment.

A celestial body, comparable in size to a small star, erupted from the ground and ascended into the heavens.

This sphere radiated intense heat, composed of flames that warped even the fabric of space.

It resembled a miniature sun.

'What… '

Nial had been preparing himself for the next onslaught. However, he was forcefully pushed back, his eyes widening in surprise.

He had retreated earlier to set up an opportunity for the final, decisive blow to end the Advocate's life.

Regrettably, that plan was no longer feasible.

He sensed a distinct shift in his surroundings. Even without visual confirmation, Nial could discern that his environment had transformed.

The divine realm was engulfed in blinding white.

The celestial and terrestrial planes seemed to invert.

But that wasn't the entirety of the change.

It was then.

The moment Nial's darkness registered his surroundings, doubt clouded the veracity of the information he had received.

The incandescent flames emanating from the celestial sphere spread throughout the entire divine realm. The flames flickered, progressing slowly but deliberately in a single direction.

A scorching hot wind swept past Nial's face.

'Fuck.'

The sun-like sphere and its inferno were all converging on a single point.

At that realization, Nial finally understood that this confrontation was escalating, promising even greater difficulty and suffering.

Flames materialized, obstructing his escape route before he could react. His darkness was incinerated, reduced to ashes.

Only the darkness within his own body remained.

His mind went blank for a split second, and his body initiated movement even before a cohesive thought could form.

A brilliant golden light emanated from his entire being, interwoven with silverish-crimson streams that surged and fortified the golden radiance.

He was reluctant to tap into this power, yet no alternative presented itself.

Sensing the encroaching danger, Nial instinctively invoked the True Golden Dragon God's Power… Goldy's might.

Everywhere he looked, searing hot flames assailed his senses, making it feel as though he were submerged in a fiery ocean.

Fiery pillars erupted skyward, akin to volcanic eruptions.

Fierce winds tore through the divine realm.

It seemed all the fire in existence converged to engulf Nial.

The sensation was as if he had been trapped by the sun itself.

"Shit…"

Nial desperately sought a way out, but even his Grasp of Eclipse proved ineffective.

He had never before utilized the True Golden Dragon God's Power, and he was certain its aftermath would be quite severe.

Nevertheless, he knew he had to proceed, regardless of the repercussions.

His incomplete mastery over Goldy's power prevented him from escaping the inferno.

The sheer expanse of the flames left no discernible path to safety.

A flicker of panic set in as Nial attempted to force his way through the blaze.

The golden light surrounding him intensified, and sparks flew as they clashed against the encroaching flames.

Yet, even this defense was insufficient to alter the dire situation.

The fire consumed the golden light as rapidly as the light repelled the flames.

Their mutual destruction resulted in a stalemate, leaving the circumstances unchanged.

The core issue was Nial's diminishing spiritual energy. Already wounded and with his amplified dark energy use still restricted, he could have easily defeated the Advocate of the Pryard otherwise.

She was aware of this, but it held no consequence for her in the present moment.

Her Divinity currently overwhelmed Nial's Cursed Divinity; that was the only factor that mattered!

Nial was slick with sweat, the acrid smell of burning filling his nostrils.

He felt himself being consumed, scorched by the engulfing flames.

"Am I going to die?"

This was the first time the thought of impending death had truly crossed his mind.

His mouth gaped open, but no sound emerged.

There was little he could do at this juncture.

The divine realm, in its vastness, was largely consumed by these devouring flames.

He could only perceive the relentless advance of the fire.

"Will I really perish like this?"

Strangely, he felt no inclination to accept such an end.

His body was moments away from turning to ash, but he refused to concede.

Who would willingly embrace such a fate?

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

And then…

"What happened?"

Following a moment of profound silence, Nial flinched.

Had he just died?

No.

He could still feel the heat enveloping him.

However, a palpable shift had occurred.

Memories surged through his consciousness, creating the disorienting sensation of experiencing three separate lifetimes within mere seconds.

First, his life as Nial Lacardia unfolded.

Then, Nial Orin resurfaced.

And finally, Damian reappeared.

The existence of Damian, the God of Darkness, flashed before him.

"He's still here?"

It felt as though Damian had returned to him.

At this precise moment, the intensity of the fire surrounding him notably diminished.

He also began to discern new auditory cues.

His body started to move of its own accord shortly thereafter.

"What took you so long?" Nial muttered to himself, his grip tightening around the Eternal Darkness Spear.

Gradually, his posture shifted, and he felt a regaining of control over his physical form.

It was as if Damian were guiding him.

The sensation was remarkably comforting.

Just moments prior, he had believed all was lost, but now, a sense of security washed over him.

All his previous fears evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming wave of unshakeable confidence.

His left eye blazed with pitch-black darkness, while his right eye overflowed with golden light.

And in that instant…

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