Odyssey of the Blind God

"Isn't that cheating?! Why the hell are there two more…whatever they are, on Nial's side??" The Dracos Leader shouted out loud all of a sudden.

He was standing next to the Royal Princess, feeling like ignoring the Soul Contract and killing her in this instance. It would take only a small snap and her neck would be twisted.

The Dracos Leader's claw-like hands were trembling in rage but the Royal Princess could only smile in response.

"You said that he is allowed to use all his means. These two belong to him. I think they cannot exist without him, in the first place," She said, uncertain what exactly these Devils were.

Evalyne had once asked Nial what or who these two Devils were but there was no satisfactory answer to this. Nial could only answer honestly and say that the Devils were something created by Damian and that they belong to him, one way or another.

Nial didn't possess much knowledge about the Devils either, but he knew that time would tell him.

"That…" The Dracos Leader was at a loss for words. He could clearly tell that the two Devils had exactly the same type of energy as Nial, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. And he also had a sinking feeling that Michael was not going to last long.

Both Devils were at the Deux rank and they looked quite powerful as well. The pressure they released the instant they emerged from the pitch-black ground next to Nial was terrifying, and it grew only worse the moment the Dracos witnessed how fast the small Devil was.

As for the muscle-packed giant-like Devil, it was just as terrifying, if not even worse. The Dracos were known for their close combat talent. Their control of the fire element was known throughout the Universe. The fire element was also partially the reason for their great talent as blacksmiths and Runiciers.

Learning how to fight in close combat with their powerful fire affinity was what turned them into great Warriors, not only highly-talented Artisans.

However, facing the Tyrant of Destruction was not something one could easily do just by being a prodigious combatant.

It was only fortunate that Michael's Mana Sea was well developed and that he had already activated his Draconic form, by using the Draconic Power that had awoken deep inside him a long time ago.

His fire affinity had been temporarily altered and reinforced, while his physical strength was naturally strengthened as well. Michael was in his strongest form, yet, he felt the need to take it one step further at the sight of the Devils.

He was not exactly sure what was going on but Michael could tell that the situation was spiraling out of his control. Thus, Michael activated one of his few abilities. The blazing flames that were raging all over his body dimmed down. They grew smaller and changed to a blueish hue.

The blue flames spread all over Michael's body and he accelerated, clashing with the Tyrant of Destruction head-on.

Michael evaded the darkness mace by ducking its attack. His face almost touched the ground and he had to shoot upward the moment Tyrant' full-force attack missed the designated target.

His claw-like hands enlarged into head-sized claws. The claws were mantled in blue flames that dug deep inside Tyrant's chest just before the Devil's other hand shot out. Tyrant grasped Michael tightly while acting as if he didn't even notice the injury he had sustained.

Black blood trickled down his chest but the Tyrant of Destruction didn't care about that as he headbutted Michael with all his might.

Michael was just about to block Tyrant's headbutt with his free arm when dozens of darkness vines shot out of the pitch-black ground that covered the area below him. The darkness had spread out from Nial and it covered almost the entire arena by now.

Nial had yet to move from his earlier position but it was not as if he was doing nothing. He was actively participating in the battle even if he used underhand means to figure out how strong Michael Ignis was and if the Draco was even strong enough to defeat the Devils and Ryu in the first place.

The darkness vines restricted Michael's arm only for a second but that was enough for Tyrant's headbutt to impact. The Tyrant of Destruction was not fully unscathed because the hand holding Michael was burning in bright blue flames and his head hurt as well.

He was forced to let go of Michael and he retreated for a few seconds. Dark energy oozed out of his injured hand and he circulated it through his hand to heal it faster.

Tyrant threw an enraged look at his opponent and had the mad urge to fight him all by himself. However, he knew that his strength was too restricted to go all out. It was not yet the right time for him to go all-out and neither was it possible for him to use certain means as they would permanently injure himself, or possibly even his new master.

However, it was not necessary for him to tackle his enemy alone, to begin with. Ryu released tens of long-range attacks from high in the air the moment Tyrant backed off. The Darkness Gryphon worked in unison with the two Devils who seemed to have changed sparring partners now that Kaeldur emerged behind Michael Ignis.

Kaeldur's claws were coated in poisonous dark energy as he dug them deep inside the narrow gap between Michael's scales on the back. Kaeldur knew that this wouldn't be close enough to defeat Michael but an injury was an injury. The more wounds the better, especially since his poisonous dark energy was hard to get rid of.

The poison was nourished by mana and it could hardly be expelled even with blazing flames.

Yet, that was exactly what happened. Most of the poisonous dark energy was expelled from the Draco's body even before it could spread through his body.

The blazing flames burned everything which was a small surprise even for Kaeldur.

'Did I become that weak?!' He wondered when he backed off as well. Michael was just about to turn around and attack the new target when black miasma filled his vision. It was impossible for him to see anything in the thick miasma.

He had to use his flames to burn down the miasma. At the same time, he shot in the direction of the smaller Devil, intending to finish off at least one opponent.

However, before he could even lift his foot, more vines of darkness had shot out of the ground. The vines threw Michael off balance even though they burned almost instantaneously.

He nearly fell to the ground but managed to break his fall with the outburst of flames.

Michael regained his footing and he remained vigilant of his surroundings. The black miasma was not in his way anymore but the smaller Devil had also disappeared.

Dozens of darkness arrows shot down on him at this moment. Michael was forced to create a curtain of flames to destroy the flames. Simultaneously, he was trying to focus on his surroundings so that he could find his opponents the moment they attacked.

However, there was nobody in his surroundings except the black fog wherever he looked for several seconds.

'Where did they all disappear?'