Odyssey of the Blind God

[The Undying\'s POV]

Even though his mind was telling him that something was terribly wrong, Dilan wouldn\'t halt his attack just because of some inkling that could be right or wrong.

In the worst-case scenario, he would die and he was more than ready to die a few times if it would allow him to kill one of Nial\'s subordinates…and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

Dilan used all his might to finish his attack cleanly. There was no hesitation in his movements even if his mind was going awry.

It took just a moment for the blade of his longsword to slash through the Tyrant of Destruction, nearly cutting him in two halves.

Blood gushed out of the Tyrant\'s chest, his ribs that had been cut through were clearly visible and it was only a matter of time before the Tyrant of Destruction would die, or that was what logic told the Undying at least…

Once his attack had been concluded, Dilan used Green Magic to push the Tyrant of Destruction away, possibly evading the retaliatory attacks that should have been thrown at him by now.

However, there was nothing from the Tyrant of Destruction, not even an angry retort.

"Looks like I made a big mistake… I grossly underestimated your power," Tyrant said all of a sudden, using the Demon language, which confused Dilan even more.

The Tyrant of Destruction turned in Dilan\'s direction, pointed the freshly manifested and reinforced darkness mace at the Undying and his expression changed once again.

Deadly seriousness could be seen in Tyrant\'s large eyes which were dyed ruby in their entirety.

\'Did he want to fight me alone? Was that how he underestimated me or was it the sword slash he didn\'t expect? In any case…what the hell is going on here…and what is this fucking moon?\'

Too many questions bombarded Dilan, but he tried to discard them all at once in order to pick up the most important clues that were given to him. His surroundings were full of clues but Dilan had been too focused on his epic battle with the Tyrant, to notice them. It was why he had yet to find out anything substantial.

The wall of darkness was still standing in the Colosseum\'s arena and Dilan was not able to see anything past the wall. Meanwhile, the huge mass of mana from above the Colosseum was slowly being pulled to the ground, just like before.

​ There was nothing special with that because it had been the case for the last two weeks, and it was something that had granted Dilan the opportunity to absorb a tremendous amount of Mana while fighting Nial. The large amounts of Mana allowed him to deliver one powerful attack after another, without the need to openly expose the special traits he possessed.

His special trait, Bearer of Pain, had been utilized over and over again, but never had been an instance when it was plainly obvious that he could actually convert his Life force into Mana! His unique mix of traits of being unable to die, ability to heal in an instant, and turning Life force into Mana was something that wasn\'t supposed to exist in this Universe.

That was something the Undying was certain of but he didn\'t really care about the Laws of the Universe, let alone Fate. He would do whatever he wanted to do and his unique combination of Origin ability, and Special Trait that he had been granted thanks to the Primordial Ascension was something that would allow him to take a step closer to this!

This combo in addition to the most suitable combat technique to exploit the advantages of his body to the limit was also what made it possible to severe Kaeldur\'s arms.

\'Fortunately, the Eternal Darkness doesn\'t have something like tha–....\' Dilan thought just to halt in his tracks. He began to rake his mind and started to frown deeply.

\'Wait…\'

…

\'The Mana is seeping inside the darkness rather than the ground itself…\' Dilan realized when he looked at the ground using a special technique he had learned inside the City of Trials.

He momentarily forgot about Tyrant, who towered in front of him and looked in the direction of Nial, or where he presumed the Eternal Darkness to be located behind the wall.

\'..:You bastard!!\'

Dilan grit his teeth and shot high in the air in an attempt to see both Nial and Kaeldur, but before he could even reach an altitude that allowed him to get a clear view of the other side of the wall of darkness, he was pulled down again.

Several ropes of darkness had grasped his legs tightly, their pulling force much stronger than expected. The Tyrant of Destruction had grasped the darkness ropes by himself, rather than using his control of dark energy to create a pulling force to smack Dilan to the ground.

Dilan, who had been distracted by the shocking secret of Nial\'s seemingly infinite dark energy supply, couldn\'t react fast enough. He crashed into the ground without any means of defense.

Several bones in his body broke, but they healed in the blink of an eye. He showed up from the ground, early enough to evade the charge of the Giant Demon, who seemed to have enlarged once again.

Tyrant was now close to six meters tall and he continued to expand in size. Releasing an air cannon into the ground below him, Dilan propelled himself into the air, evading the attack of Tyrant by a large margin.

It was hard to adjust to fighting against someone who had long since adjusted to a fighting style that allowed the combatant to make use of his ultimate regeneration. Even the Tyrant of Destruction didn\'t have any experience fighting such an opponent!

However, Dilan didn\'t care about the hard time he gave his opponents, obviously. He created a platform of compressed wind above himself before he did half a somersault to fix his position in order to push his feet from the compressed platform with all his might.

Dilan blasted past the severely bleeding Tyrant of Destruction and landed on the ground heavily. He tried to lessen the force of his impact with a roll, which worked well enough for him to jump back on his feet just a fraction of a second later.

Thus, Dilan ended up looking at the miserable figure of the Tyrant of Destruction, with confusion on his face.

\'What the hell is he doing?\'

Tyrant\'s wound was getting worse by the second. If he wanted to survive, Tyrant should have stopped moving the moment he was injured. He should have attempted to stall and use his dark energy to accelerate his regeneration and help Nial once his body was fixed.

It was more than necessary for Tyrant to tend to his wounds because the properties of the Holy Light attributed mana was eating away the dark energy all around and within the Tyrant of Destruction. It would slowly kill him if he wasn\'t going to do something about it.

It made no sense for Tyrant to fight in such a suicidal manner all of a sudden. There was no reason for him to do that, after all, the battle of the Eternal Darkness and the Undying hadn\'t been one-sided until now.

Sacrificing Tyrant didn\'t seem to make any sense. Why would the Eternal Darkness do something so stupid willingly?

He didn\'t seem to be such an idiot before…

\'Is Nial tired, and trying to finish me off by using the Tyrant as bait?"

The Undying glanced at the wall of darkness once again. He was staring at it intently while his eyes began to gleam brightly. It was as if he was trying to see through the darkness wall and figure out what Nial was up to…but there was nothing to see.

Dilan chose to simply accept the plan Nial came up with. He didn\'t think that it was possible for him to counter the plan of the Eternal Darkness, either way.

Nial had basically sacrificed one of his loyal subordinates to ensure his victory.

\'If you\'re willing to sacrifice Tyrant just to stall some time, I\'m perfectly fine with that…one less troublesome opponent to take care of later!\' Dilan thought, inwardly shrugging. He accepted the deal Nial handed over, though he knew that no plan in the world would be enough for Nial to sacrifice his subordinate like that.

However, who was he to say something like that?

\'He won\'t die literally, either way.\'

A huge, shining beacon of light erupted from Dilan\'s body the moment he finished his train of thought, and a subtle smile blossomed on his face.

If he could kill Tyrant by playing into the Eternal Darkness\' cards, there was no reason to reject his gift.

With that thought in mind, Dilan rushed forth, ready to decapitate the Tyrant of Destruction.

However, Nial had different plans, to a certain extent at least!