Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Blood Hell Island

The headquarters of Blood Purification was situated on a massive floating island named Blood Hell Island.

Unlike the deserted Bloodfire Outpost, this floating island resembled a full-fledged city, complete with various residences, shops, alchemical pharmacies, weapon stores, docks, and alchemical factories.

The most striking feature was the obsidian statue of Blue Truth God Leslie Behrens standing at every street corner.

This dark elf adventurer’s solemn gaze loomed over every square on Blood Hell Island, an unmissable landmark overseeing mortals below.

At the island’s highest point stood the towering Blue Truth temple. Behind it lay a fog-covered zone that radiated intimidation—a place Midi suspected to be the legendary top-tier Thought Capturer’s place of inheritance from his past life.

Yet Blood Purification clearly had no plans to let Midi’s group near that forbidden land.

The High Ranking Judge led them straight to the Thought Capturer training camp.

The camp echoed with mad screams and wails. Red-eyed trainees were caged like beasts, snarling mindlessly. During their tour, the group even saw a trainee snap, attacking companions with weapons until enforcers gunned him down.

This was less a training ground and more an interrogation chamber—a hellscape of torture and executions.

“This is where we forge Thought Capturers,” the High Ranking Judge said grimly. “No shortcuts exist. We bombard trainees’ senses nonstop with mental illusion magic akin to mind-related abilities. Those who develop strong resistance become quasi-Thought Capturers. Then we teach heritage skills for wielding mental powers. Complete that, and they’re true Thought Capturers.”

He didn’t explain what befell those who failed. The surrounding hell made that clear.

“Your heritage skills could greatly strengthen Blood Purification,” the Judge added, eyeing them. “But becoming Thought Capturers isn’t mandatory. You may pick other transaction choices.”

He assumed the four outsiders—young and promising—would recoil after witnessing this. Blood Purification could then keep their methods secret while gaining foreign heritage skills.

As expected, all four visitors looked displeased.

“What’s the point of this weak training?” Wiseman scoffed first.

“What?” The Judge blinked.

“Weak”? Hadn’t they seen the broken minds and corpses?

“Surviving this at best makes low-level Thought Capturers,” Midi said coldly. “Not our goal.”

Wiseman reveled in undead experiments. Midi and Reinhardt were Arad’s renowned generals, veterans of countless bloodsoaked battlefields. Avril, a dark elf woman who’d clawed her way up in the Sea of Clouds, had iron will. Their grim expressions weren’t from horror, but disgust at Blood Purification’s shoddy, dishonest methods.

Midi knew this crude process—publicized in his past life—only produced low-level Thought Capturers. Adding mental power heritage skills might create mid-level ones, but no further. He wanted more.

“I endured hell to come here, offering ten heritage skills,” Midi stated. “I demand to become a top-tier Thought Capturer. If you refuse, Blood Purification lacks sincerity.”

“Top-tier training is far deadlier,” the Judge countered. “And we don’t offer slots to outsiders.”

The standoff deepened. Even Midi hadn’t foreseen such stubbornness—Blood Purification hoarding secrets despite sect headquarters’ suppression.

But as negotiations stalled, startled shouts erupted around them.

The next moment, Midi and the others noticed a faint blue glow had surfaced on Avril’s skin, resonating with a nearby obsidian statue of Leslie Behrens!

Bloodline awakening!

The term flashed through Midi’s mind.

He knew the dark elf sisters Shadow Snake and White Snake had mysterious origins deeply tied to the Blue Truth Sect in the Stormy Region. That’s why he’d brought them here and kept Avril close.

He’d assumed their connections might help him forge alliances with sect higher-ups.

But he never imagined Avril’s link wasn’t to living leaders—it traced back to Leslie Behrens himself, the legendary dark elf adventurer now worshipped as a god by the sect.

“The Holy Maiden has descended!” A fanatical believer suddenly cried out.

“Her Holiness!”

“By the heavens, it’s the Holy Maiden!”

More voices joined the chorus. People dropped to their knees before this unfamiliar figure.

Even the High Ranking Judge hid his resentment, bowing his head rather than opposing the crowd.

Within moments, only Midi’s group remained standing in the Thought Capturer training camp. Avril stood frozen, flushed with embarrassment under the worship.

The dark elf assassin would’ve preferred battling Heart-Seizing Demons to enduring this.

Faith—whether foolish or fervent—wielded irresistible power.

After confirming Avril’s distant blood relation to Leslie Behrens, Blood Purification’s leaders did a complete 180.

They declared Avril their Holy Maiden and named Midi’s group faith envoys. Even Judge Marcel, their highest Ruler, emerged to welcome her.

With a “Holy Maiden” among them, Midi’s request to become a top-tier Thought Capturer was swiftly approved.

Or more accurately, permitted.

Judge Marcel explained: High-level Thought Capturers couldn’t be trained through normal methods. One had to enter the Mind Maze behind their temple for any chance of advancement.

This otherworldly space opened only once every three years, accepting just twenty entrants.

Midi arrived ten days before the next opening—but all slots were already assigned. Hence his initial rejection.

Now with Avril’s influence, Marcel offered a chance. Though the Holy Maiden received automatic entry, her companions had to prove their worth.

This suited Midi’s group fine—renowned adventurers wouldn’t hide behind a maiden’s robes. If Blood Purification wanted demonstrations, they’d comply.

They were soon led to an arena.

Twenty figures occupied the stands—youths and elders, celestial beings, demons, Dragonkin, and dark elves. All were Blood Purification elites above level 58. Several radiated the aura of Perfect Awakened Ones.

“You get two challenges,” explained the High Ranking Judge. “Defeat any to take their slot. I suggest picking lower-ranked opponents—all twenty qualifiers enter regardless.”

He tactfully avoided saying “you can’t beat our best,” but his gaze screamed it.

Midi’s group hadn’t been in the Sea of Clouds long. Geniuses like Reinhardt and Wiseman barely reached level 56 after fighting Magic Griffin warships.

Midi himself, despite his Radiance of Light, remained level 54 as an Awakened One of Extraordinary Awakening—pale against the 58+ elites.

“I’ll start,” Reinhardt announced, stepping forward.