Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Fall of the Narwhal

Within minutes, Victoria’s group boarded the Vanguard ship and swiftly departed from the Narwhal. Instead of heading to the graveyard’s inner circle to reunite with Emil’s team, they used the ship’s agility to hide in a narrow airspace cluttered with wreckage, docking among small floating island rocks. Following Midi’s instructions, everyone entered a meditative state.

In simpler terms, they began leveling up. Though meditating in this magic-scarce area had minimal effect, they obeyed Midi’s order without question.

"Why give that order?" Reinhardt asked on the Narwhal’s deck. "Related to the Saint?"

"The Saint possesses a mind-related ability called telepathy," Midi explained. "You can hide your aura, suppress magic, or conceal yourself in wreckage—but if you’re thinking, he’ll sense it and track you."

In Midi’s past life, meditation proved most effective against telepathy. A meditating mind’s faint thoughts barely register, even when scanned. Conversely, active thoughts and heightened emotions made one easier to detect.

"What’s our move?" Reinhardt pressed.

"Rest first," Midi said.

"Then?"

"Then dwell on memories that anger you." Midi lightly glanced at him. "Happy memories work too, but for an imperial prince, anger comes easier, no?"

"True." Reinhardt’s bitter smile twisted into a snarl. "Let that Saint feel my wrath!"

Meanwhile, aboard the Magic Griffin warship, the Saint scanned the airspace with telepathy as Midi predicted. Magic turbulence, wreckage, illusions, invisibility skills, and ordinary stealth tactics meant nothing. His mental vision revealed only a black "thoughtless" void dotted by white glows of active minds.

No need to search complex wreckage—everything lay exposed.

Though powerful, telepathy had range limits, forcing the warship to slow its scan. Even so, it outpaced standard search methods. Against normal foes, the Narwhal’s speed might have bought days of evasion. Now, half a day was their limit. The Saint’s mind powers and warship formed a near-flawless combination.

During another scan, the black void shifted. Two faint glows flickered at the northwest edge—one blood-red (anger overwhelming reason) and one icy white (cold calculation). No others appeared.

"So that’s it," the Saint muttered, icy gaze fixed on the glows. He switched to normal vision, rasping, "Turn northwest—the Narwhal’s there."

"Understood!" The warship captain barked orders. "Northwest at full speed! Battle stations!"

"Worry not, Your Excellency!" Bishop Marlan added hastily. "We’ve prepared countermeasures for its speed. We’ll catch it this time!"

The Saint shot him a glare that nearly stopped his heart. "No chase. Shoot it down. Nothing valuable remains."

The Narwhal was bait. Two glowing minds told the Saint everything.

With everyone else evacuated from the ship and only the two highest-level warriors remaining, the situation became crystal clear.

Their side had been fooled, treated as dim-witted opponents!

This obvious realization enraged The Saint, whose pride had always led him to scorn other races. Now he only wanted to crush that ship completely. As for how many skyships the Rothschild Guild had deployed in the Dusk Graveyard—it didn’t matter. They’d find them all by brute force.

Destroying the Narwhal also became simpler for the captain and Bishop Marlan. After all, killing was easier than capturing prey alive.

Under this murderous order, the Magic Griffin warship accelerated toward the Narwhal’s hiding spot.

The tremors of magic and air currents alerted Midi, whose heightened senses detected the warship’s approach. Drawing on his past-life experience, he spun the helm sharply as they neared the enemy’s firing range. The Narwhal burst from the wreckage like a leviathan taking flight, fleeing at full speed again!

This time, Midi didn’t boost the skyship with golden-red aura. The Magic Griffin warship, anticipating its prey’s last struggle, revved its engines the moment the Narwhal accelerated, closing in faster.

Within minutes, the Narwhal entered the warship’s firing range—directly in its sights.

Cannon ports on the Magic Griffin’s wings opened. Dozens of multi-barreled guns spat fire, detonating the airspace around the Narwhal. Amid exploding fireworks, Midi barely dodged direct hits while debris rained down.

The Narwhal’s side shattered under explosions, splintering wood and metal. The once-smooth deck now bore deep gashes, shrapnel piercing into cabins below. Only the reinforced power room prevented the engine or magic crystals from blowing up.

But this onslaught was merely the prelude.

As cannon fire pinned the Narwhal, the Magic Griffin’s rear deck opened, revealing missile launch ports. Twelve alchemy missiles shot out, triangular wings snapping open mid-flight. They arced like flying fish before streaking toward their target!

“Take over!” Midi barked.

Reinhardt sprang up, seizing the helm. Midi leaped to the stern’s lookout platform, hand on his sword hilt, golden-red sword lights swirling around him like a coiled king cobra.

When the missiles neared, the golden-red light erupted.

*Clang-clang-clang!*

Blades hissed from sheaths as crescent sword lights tore through the air, weaving a destructive net that shredded every missile.

Sword Soul skill: Draw and Slash.

But this was no ordinary strike—it was a ranged slash of pure sword energy. The fiercest Reinhardt had ever seen, rivaling even his stern father, the Sword Emperor Yuren Skart Heinrich.

Twelve missiles became twelve fireballs, none touching the Narwhal.

*Maybe he can win…* Reinhardt thought, staring at Midi’s war god-like silhouette amid the flames.

“Brace—we’re going down.” Midi’s icy voice snapped him back.

Awakened Ones of Extraordinary Awakening were strong, but human limits couldn’t match tireless War Machines.

As the missiles fell, the Magic Griffin doubled its firepower. Explosions thickened. Even near-misses battered the Narwhal.

Its shell crumbled like eggshell, exposing skeletal frames. A thunderous *boom* erupted from the stern—black flames signaling the engine’s destruction.

The skyship screamed, speed dying as it nosedived into the Sea of Clouds.