Chapter 328

Chapter 328: A Small Test

Contrary to expectations, Midi’s expression remained utterly calm after hearing Marcel’s veiled threat. This wasn’t mere composure born of preparation, but the unshakable confidence of someone certain they could neutralize the danger.

Bluffing!

"Judge" Marcel narrowed his eyes, scoffing inwardly. He refused to believe Midi possessed any means to overcome this crisis – the calmness had to be an act.

Yet Midi’s next words shattered Marcel’s assumptions completely.

"Lord Marcel speaks wisdom. The Blood Purification fleet should be reserved for crucial moments. We’ll wait here as reinforcements. As for those minor nuisances…" Midi stated coolly, "I alone am sufficient."

Every listener momentarily doubted their hearing.

A single man against multiple Poison Sting Destroyers?

Impossible!

Not even flight capabilities, the legendary Thought Capturer heritage, or four consecutive level-ups could enable such a feat!

He’s insane!

This conviction spread through every Blood Purification member.

Yet Reinhardt and comrades, while equally stunned, harbored no doubts. Those who’d fought beside or against Midi knew his history of miracles – from Belmar Kingdom through Faero Bay, Sky City, and the Sea of Clouds, his path blazed with the impossible.

Though facing warships modeled after ancient designs, if anyone could triumph…

Midi ignored the scornful gazes.

Golden-red sword light erupted around him as he shot skyward, a blazing meteor streaking toward the battlefield.

Actions over arguments.

Within minutes, he breached the explosive chaos of the combat zone.

"Eight vessels." Midi’s single glance assessed the situation.

The Blue Truth Sect’s eight Poison Sting Destroyers, though smaller than Magic Griffin warships, outclassed standard Sea of Clouds skyships completely. Despite Emil’s fortress-like forward base with its alchemy turrets and magic arrays, the relentless bombardment threatened collapse.

Yet Midi saw vulnerabilities everywhere.

The enemy’s overwhelming advantage bred carelessness – no disciplined formation, no mutual fire support. Just scattered ships chasing personal glory.

With six Wind Tooth warships, Midi could’ve split and annihilated them through coordinated strikes.

Alone, he’d break these behemoths single-handedly.

Silver light flashed in Midi’s star-dark eyes as he surveyed the battlefield.

Telepathy.

His mental presence expanded explosively, enveloping the entire conflict zone.

Each sect headquarters warship carried a Heart-Seizing Demon Saint – divine spokesmen overriding captains’ authority. Their interlinked minds formed an invisible network beyond standard combat systems.

The warships had firepower blind spots, but the Heart-Seizing Demons’ mind network left no gaps. When aerial combat couldn’t handle enemies—like Midi invading alone—these demons personally eliminated threats.

These eight Heart-Seizing Demons were the fleet’s ultimate combat strength, the absolute trump cards.

When Midi’s telepathy enveloped them, all demons shuddered violently. Their octopus-headed tentacles twitched in alarm.

"New psychic user detected!"

"Extreme mind strength detected! Switch to defense!"

"Confirmed non-sect member!"

"Mind wavelength untraceable!"

The demons communicated telepathically in microseconds—far faster than human speech. Their telepathic intensity multiplied through the mind network, achieving maximum coverage.

Within this layered telepathic field, every living being’s movements and thoughts in the chaotic Airspace became transparent to the demons.

Except Midi.

As heir to the Sea Emperor’s Inheritance, though inexperienced in time, his half-year mental trial as a Heart-Seizing Demon Ruler granted true psychic mastery. He easily blocked their scans while casually probing the eight octopus-heads below.

Most showed medium mind strength. One Level 62 demon exhibited upper-medium strength—likely the fleet commander.

Mind strength classifications (lower/medium/upper/top, each with three tiers) combined with user levels determined actual attack power. Ordinary people couldn’t perceive these distinctions, influenced by level bonuses and skills. Even Thought Capturers struggled with this Heart-Seizing Demon grading system. Only trial participants like Midi—who upgraded temples to City-level and endured the Mind Maze—possessed this knowledge.

As former ruler of a demon city during trials, daily evaluations made scanning demons second nature. Now, his reverse scan revealed each demon’s centimeter-precise location.

Every battlefield intelligence became Midi’s to command. Obstacles meant nothing—his consciousness pierced through all.

Though he’d used psychic powers as a Level 70 Ruler in trials, illusions lacked reality’s texture. Using psychic energy there felt like viewing through frosted glass.

Now above the Star Ocean, reality’s veil lifted. True psychic clarity emerged—no more mental fog.

This was real mind power.

Even disciplined Midi felt domineering superiority—controlling reality through thought alone, needing neither longsword nor magic.

Breathe.

Suppressing excitement, he closed eyes while demons fruitlessly scanned around him. He compared this transcendent state with trial experiences, deepening his understanding.

Minutes later, he reluctantly opened eyes, gaze settling on a Poison Sting Destroyer. Its bridge held the Level 62 commander—strongest of eight.

"You first." Midi’s voice carried glacial finality.

Silver light flashed in his star-dark eyes.

Psychic sniping—advanced demon technique mastered through countless trial battles. Midi executed it instinctively.

A dark-blue thread shot from his forehead, phasing through matter to strike the commander’s octopus head.

*Pop*—like bursting fruit.

The demon’s head exploded, splattering blue blood across the bridge.