Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Aerial Combat over Blood Hell Island

In his palm, the Radiance of Light was slowly refined. White-hot currents seeped into Midi’s body through his hand, drawing increasingly intricate patterns onto the Dragon Sealing Sword.

Simultaneously, the Deep Blue Energy within Midi began to pulse like surging tides, washing over the sword’s surface.

The pure white light patterns and deep blue psychic patterns spread across the blade like vines, covering nearly ninety percent of its surface.

*Now!*

As both patterns approached the ninety percent threshold—the moment Midi was about to reach level 59—he precisely channeled the energy using the methods from the Inheritance of the Sea Emperor.

Guided by his consciousness, the Deep Blue Energy no longer merely coated the sword but began merging with the white light patterns. Blue and white overlapped, fused, and became one.

Level 59!

A sudden shockwave of power surged through Midi’s limbs and bones, far more prolonged than any ordinary level-up.

Within him, the Dragon Sealing Sword no longer bore separate energies. Instead, it now shimmered with unified crystalline patterns—a radiant fusion of psychic energy, magic, Dragon’s might, and the power of the demon god.

This was no longer the Dragon Sealing Sword. It had evolved into the Spirit Dragon Sword—the core harmonizing all his powers.

No longer did Midi need to juggle mind-related abilities for psychic energy, Demon Swordman skills for the demon god’s power, or bloodline talents for magic. A single thought now commanded everything.

If he faced the Saint of Dusk Graveyard again, victory would be instant. Even Judge Marcel, the top Thought Capturer, would falter against the combined force of psychic energy, Demon Sword, and Dragon’s might.

“Let’s see what foes lurk on that Fury Cruiser,” Midi murmured, his dark eyes blazing with blue light as power thrummed through him.

On that same day, the allied fleet of the Hawk Brigade and Blood Purification arrived at Blood Hell Island.

But within hours, scouts reported the sect headquarters’ fleet approaching.

No time remained for docking or final preparations. The alliance deployed swiftly.

Midi contributed six poison needle warships (two left defending the forward base). Blood Purification mobilized all six Wind Tooth warships, eight additional ones, and five hurricane-class cruisers—their trump card.

By combat tiers:

– Low-level: poison needle, Wind Tooth (20 total)

– Mid-level: hurricane, magic griffin (5 total)

– High-level: Wind King, Fury (none in the alliance)

The sect headquarters brought sixteen low-level, four mid-level, and one high-level Fury warship.

Numbers were even, but Midi held the advantage of Blood Hell Island’s defenses and repair facilities. Yet his gut warned the Heart-Seizing Demons’ hidden card would decide the battle.

“Reinhardt, you’ll command this,” Midi declared.

“Me?” Reinhardt blinked.

Though the fourth prince considered himself a commander of renowned general level, he clearly knew he’d never commanded a true aerial combat. When Midi made this demand, Reinhardt suddenly felt immense pressure.

"We only have six low-tier warships that can’t decide the battle’s outcome. Just coordinate properly and avoid becoming cannon fodder. Avril will Support you." Midi patted the man’s shoulder with a reassuring smile.

While this expression boosted most commanders’ confidence, someone of Reinhardt’s caliber wasn’t someone who could be placated with mere words and a smile.

"Honestly, we’re already weaker than the sect headquarters. Wouldn’t my command make things worse?" Reinhardt argued.

"I sense even if I commanded, or controlled the entire alliance forces, it might prove useless," Midi shook his head grimly. "Those Heart-Seizing Demons possess unprecedented Insight. If applied to battlefield tactics, no strategy would work."

Aerial battles occurred in open skies with few hiding spots, involving far fewer warships than ground wars with tens of thousands. Here, Insight’s importance magnified terrifyingly. Even the greatest commander couldn’t execute tactics without cover.

Thus when command became a bottleneck, Midi abandoned it entirely. As a reincarnator, he knew clinging to past glory brought no Victory when advantages faded.

"Fine, I’ll command," Reinhardt finally relented, spreading his hands. "What about you?"

"Me? I’ll head to the frontline seeking breakthrough opportunities." Golden-red sword light enveloped Midi as he streaked away like a meteor.

As Midi hid behind clustered island rocks, the sect headquarters’ fleet reached Blood Hell Island. Without warning horns, the battle erupted.

From the sect fleet’s center, the angular Fury Heavy Cruiser fired its main cannon. A blinding beam tore through the sky, striking the alliance fleet’s densest formation.

The attack came too fast to react. When light faded, a hurricane-class cruiser hit directly exploded midair, becoming a fireball before crashing. One-fifth of the alliance’s backbone forces vanished instantly.

Precise and ruthless – the sect’s true power. Yet Blood Purification’s fleet stayed calm despite losing a capital ship. Under Judge Marcel’s command, warships repositioned and counterattacked.

Countless fiery trails crisscrossed between fleets like the Grim Reaper’s scythes. Vanguard ships and engineering vessels stood no chance in this fiery storm. Even massive Skyships like Tiger Sharks and Unicorns shattered instantly. Only heavy armor-clad retro warships survived to return fire.

Yet even their armor cracked and melted under concentrated fire. As time passed, smoking warships fell into the Sea of Clouds. Some Blood Purification vessels crash-landed on Blood Hell Island, rendered combat-ineffective.

The battle situation maintained a delicate balance – until the Fury Cruiser’s involvement. Like the Wind King Warship, this advanced vessel’s long-range main cannon outclassed ordinary warships. Each shot destroyed an alliance ship. Continued assaults would soon tip the scales.

Marcel must act, Midi reasoned. The problem was obvious to both observer and commander – but with all forces committed, how to break the deadlock?

Cannon fire above the battlefield answered. Two hurricane-class and four Wind Tooth warships materialized from nowhere, dominating the high point to rain destruction below – Marcel’s hidden Ambushes.

These ships had lurked motionless in a magic array until the sect fleet passed beneath. Now they dove towards the Fury Cruiser.

Then the impossible happened. Before reaching attack distance, all six Ambush ships exploded violently as invisible iron fists struck them, bursts of fire erupting in the air.

"Sky Thunder!" Midi’s eyes widened. The sect headquarters had laced the skies above with explosive traps awaiting Marcel’s Ambushes. How?