Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Holy Blood Heir

Holy Blood was the bloodline left by ancient powerful beings on the continent of Arad, long before the Dragon King War ten thousand years ago.

Those who possessed Holy Blood would eventually become supreme experts ruling over ancient Arad.

In modern terms, a Holy Blood heir could reach heights matching the Saints of the heavens or the Apostles of the Demon Realm—perhaps even surpass them!

Holy Blood heirs faced no bottlenecks in their growth.

Even if their initial "transmutation" at level 20, "first awakening" at level 50, or "second awakening" at level 75 weren’t perfect, their "Holy Blood Awakening" could still purge hidden wounds and refine imperfections through complete bodily transformation.

It sounded ideal.

But first, the Holy Blood heir must survive long enough with sufficient time and resources.

Unlike mental inheritances, bloodlines could be stolen by force.

Consuming a Holy Blood heir—even without fully inheriting their bloodline—granted immense power simply by absorbing the Holy Blood.

This power boost worked even for supreme experts like the Apostles.

Thus, Holy Blood heirs faced far greater dangers than opportunities.

"Being hunted by Apostles?" Though it seemed hopeless, Midi calmed down instead.

He instinctively gripped Fina and Alice’s hands tightly.

In his past life, they’d died for him before even discovering their Holy Blood. This time, no matter the enemies—even peak-level supreme experts—he’d fight back.

A reincarnator wasn’t omnipotent. Even with twenty years of foresight, Midi never arrogantly believed he could defeat a Demon Realm Apostle.

The gap between their starting points was too vast for reincarnation to bridge.

He couldn’t promise survival for himself, Fina, or Alice.

But even in death, he’d make it count. No one would touch Fina and Alice unless they stepped over his corpse!

"How long until the Second Apostle detects the Death’s Pursuit Order?" Midi asked Rot steadily.

"One year," Rot replied.

A year of relentless training wouldn’t get him to level 75.

Midi had barely reached level 60 after a year, relying on luck—especially the Mind Maze trial’s rewards.

Absorbing Radiance of Light alone would take longer.

Even Fina and Alice, despite their talent and Holy Blood, were only level 55 after a year.

When the Apostle arrived in another year, how could they resist?

Seeing their resolve, Rot added, "That’s if you do nothing. The Death’s Pursuit Order is an aura feeding on the host’s power. It grows until it pierces space, revealing your location."

"How do we delay it?" Midi asked immediately.

"Two methods. First, seal the Demon Realm aura to slow its growth."

"Second, increase distance. Hiding in a small realm like the Mind Maze buys time."

"How much time depends on your sealing method and chosen refuge."

Rot’s tentacles shifted slightly, resting on the trio’s shoulders as he assessed their conditions. He shook his head gravely. "But at your current level, even with time extension, there’s little hope."

"Why?" Alice lifted her chin defiantly, shooting a cold look at the tentacled being. The normally reticent Mist Sorceress Alice showed rare irritation after consecutive setbacks following their fierce battle.

"Because you’re weak," Rot stated bluntly. "Your foundations are solid with perfect awakenings, but you lack true elite heritage. Even as you level up, your actual combat skills remain feeble."

Midi nearly protested aloud. Weak? Their Iron Triangle from the Hawk Brigade had crushed every opponent, even during unfavorable situations. They’d undergone purification in King Bacal’s Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool, achieving Extraordinary Awakenings beyond perfection! Yet this… creature called them weak?

He swallowed his retort. Compared to high-ranking demons with innate power, humans indeed started at disadvantage. Especially when facing a supreme expert’s judgment – what could level 60 practitioners argue against such authority?

Fina and Alice however glared daggers at Rot when he criticized Midi. The ancient being ignored their displeasure, tentacles still draped over the trio. "These Holy Blood heirs have limitless potential. With proper heritage and time, they’ll become supreme experts. But you…" He focused on Midi. "Your talent’s mediocre."

"Could you elaborate?" Midi’s pulse quickened despite himself.

He knew his truth. Others saw the Belmar noble-crusher, Delos Empire-subduer, slayer of Sky City’s Lord Segarth – now victor over Eighth Apostle Rot. A destined hero.

But Midi never forgot his actual advantage: reincarnation’s foresight. His "perfect demon god fusion" and achievements came from precognitive planning and hard-won Experience, not innate gifts. Compared to Fina and Alice’s natural brilliance, he was ordinary.

While appearing to lead, he’d always been chasing their shadow – striving to become worthy of protecting them.

That’s all there is.

Yet there remained one truly unique aspect about Midi.

His demon god.

This entity granted Midi reincarnation – a second chance to amend past regrets and reunite with Fina and Alice.

From his very first battle, this demon god had been Midi’s constant support.

Though Midi’s weapons, skills, and combat styles evolved after rebirth, the mysterious demon god remained central to his power.

From the initial Sword of the Demon God, through the Dragon Sealing Sword, to the current Spirit Dragon Sword.

The enigmatic entity always maintained its dominant position within Midi’s core.

This proved its potential remained far from exhausted.

Now that Eighth Apostle Rot instantly recognized Fina and Alice as "Holy Blood heirs," perhaps he could also perceive the demon god’s origins.

When told of his "average talent," Midi felt not disappointment, but anticipation.

"You wish to understand your condition?" Rot sounded surprised, yet proceeded with deeper scans regardless.

These humans would become crucial allies for his reincarnation – thorough examination served his interests.

His investigation soon yielded intriguing discoveries.

"An Extraordinary Awakening? Metamorphosis during awakening… This bears Dragon’s Blood’s mark!"

"Not just Dragon’s Blood? Your magic’s refined into White Crystal magic?"

"The Dragon’s Blood White Crystal Pool… Impressive for mortals to claim the Ninth Apostle Tyrant Dragon King Bacal’s legacy."

Rot nodded approval before adding, "But diluted Dragon’s Blood and insufficient White Crystal… Without Holy Blood foundation, no human can reach Apostle level…"

As he spoke, Rot’s Threads of the Mind penetrated deeper.

Their application far surpassed Midi’s crude methods, soon reaching his core – the Spirit Dragon Sword.

The blade’s psychic energy came from Rot’s own Inheritance of the Sea Emperor.

"This heritage represents but a fraction of my power," Rot noted. "My true legacy lies in Demon Realm’s oceanic depths. To become psychic energy’s true ruler, you must claim it there."

Beyond psychic energy, the sword contained two other cores: Ultimate Intent and the demon god.

Ultimate Intent – the world’s sharpest edge. What surpasses thought’s keenness?

Rot marveled at its presence, yet observed: "It amplifies existing strength like sharpening a blade. But flimsy steel still breaks."

Midi had long integrated Ultimate Intent into his skills, yet still struggled against the giant octopus and demon viscount.

Raw power disparity proved insurmountable.

Moreover, Ultimate Intent served combat over growth – it couldn’t enhance potential, evolution speed, or physical development.

Rot maintained his initial assessment, merely praising Midi’s "strong will."

Only the demon god remained.