Chapter 330

Chapter 330: The Sword Yet to Be Drawn

Following the sound, the Heart-Seizing Demons locked onto Midi again, trying to make their final attack.

But before they could act, Midi’s psychic sniping struck first.

Two consecutive psychic snipes instantly killed two Heart-Seizing Demons. Switching to Thought Capturer mode, Midi blocked attacks from the remaining four enemies. He deflected one strike, disabling another demon. The last three stood no chance and were quickly eliminated.

The battle ended there.

Alone, Midi had killed six Heart-Seizing Demons, disabled two others, and paralyzed a fleet of eight ancient warships—all without drawing his sword as a Demon Swordman.

This feat couldn’t be called "glorious" or even "miraculous"—it was simply beyond comprehension.

To ordinary observers, Midi just flew up from the Blood Purification warship, hovered high above the battlefield with hands behind his back, and waited silently for ten minutes. The entire psychic battle remained invisible.

Then the eight Poison Sting Destroyers abruptly stopped firing.

That was it.

Midi sent magical communications telling Blood Purification to clean up the battlefield.

Clean up? Without fighting first?

Most Blood Purification warriors erupted in disbelief.

But the Higher-ups and elite Thought Capturers wore grim expressions. Their limited mind strength and short-range psychic vision hid the battle’s details—telescopes and scouting skills failed here. Yet as Thought Capturers, they’d felt Midi’s overwhelming psychic attacks ripple through the air, making them shudder.

Senior and top-tier Thought Capturers realized Midi’s psychic energy surpassed even the Heart-Seizing Demons’ experts. Ordinary humans? The demons aboard the Poison Needle Warships? None could withstand him. Without their demon protectors, the warships became mere iron boxes before Midi’s power.

Was this the strength of a legendary Thought Capturer?

Blood Purification’s leaders exchanged glances, storms of emotions raging in their eyes.

On the deck, spectators like Sandur and the Scarred Man turned pale. Though their cultivation couldn’t perceive the distant psychic battle, their Thought Capturer heritage and past trials told them enough. Eight silent Poison Sting Warships meant only one thing—Midi had crushed a sect headquarters fleet with psychic energy alone, sword still sheathed.

“He’s left us even further behind,” Reinhardt muttered, frustration coloring his gaze. The fourth prince had always known he couldn’t match Midi, but each impossible feat made him wonder: genius or madness?

Wiseman didn’t care. The roguish man was too absorbed in studying mind-related abilities—Midi’s strength meant safer research grounds. Victory? Irrelevant.

Avril exhaled in relief. Saving Emil and the base had seemed impossible, but Midi’s display erased her doubts.

Being able to follow such a man was fortunate.

The dark elf thought to herself, a faint smile curling her lips as tenderness overflowed in her gaze.

Faced with Midi’s overwhelming display of power, people reacted differently based on their positions and motives.

Yet one truth remained – at this moment, Midi had become an undeniable existence everyone had to acknowledge, even revere.

As for "Judge" Marcel’s earlier threat that supposedly accounted for all factors? It naturally dissolved into nothingness.

Marcel should consider himself lucky his threat remained veiled in political subtlety rather than becoming overt aggression. At least Blood Purification’s six Wind Tooth warships wouldn’t be casually obliterated by Midi.

The initiative now rested entirely in Midi’s hands.

Truthfully, he’d held the ultimate trump card since obtaining the Inheritance of the Sea Emperor, only revealing it at this final juncture.

Landing lightly on the deck, the Golden-Red Sword Lights around Midi fading, he remarked to Marcel: "Your assistance proved invaluable. Without Blood Purification’s six warships, our engineering vessels from the Sea of Clouds would struggle to clear this battlefield."

Marcel forced a bitter smile. Where he’d once tried opportunistic blackmail, battlefield cleanup now served as political posturing. With total control established, Midi needed no help from Blood Purification – this was merely about alliance-building opportunities.

The reality remained – eight Poison Sting Destroyers couldn’t be easily suppressed. Though Midi’s psychic explosion chain had neutralized Higher-ups and generals, fierce resistance persisted below decks. Capturing two psychically-drained Heart-Seizing Demons alive necessitated boarding actions – perfect for Blood Purification to demonstrate commitment.

Marcel promptly dispatched disciples Sandur and Shelly to frontline clashes with sect headquarters forces. Elite warriors turned cleanup crew – this humiliation made Midi’s initial opponents like Sandur seethe with rage. Yet Marcel’s order stood, reinforced by their firsthand witness of Midi’s power. Their only recourse was venting fury on enemy combatants.

This served dual purposes – disciplining subordinates while signaling submission to Midi. The young commander approved; dealing with clever men saved effort.

Satisfaction demanded reciprocation. Carrots must follow sticks, especially when managing allies like Blood Purification – partners of convenience wearing masks of cooperation.

"With battle concluded," Midi stated, locking eyes with Marcel, "we should discuss the Mind Maze trial."

Legendary Thought Capturer heritage! Marcel’s eyes betrayed fleeting greed despite his controlled expression. The evidence spoke plainly – six obliterated Heart-Seizing Demons and eight disabled Destroyers proved this heritage’s worth.

"Abandon legendary heritage hopes," Midi preempted. "Not greed, but exclusivity – its harsh conditions suit only me." Truth reinforced his words: in fifty years of Mind Maze openings, Blood Purification hadn’t even glimpsed this power, deemed unworthy by the shadowy arbiter.

Midi wouldn’t expose his ultimate Star Ocean survival card. "However," he continued smoothly, "top-tier Thought Capturer heritages can be shared." Anticipating this moment, he’d exchanged psychic energy points for multiple heritages during the trial – both bargaining chips and tools to strengthen Hawk Brigade warriors.

Though disappointed, Marcel recognized value in top-tier heritages. Only Sandur and Shelly had obtained such prizes this cycle – never enough for ambitious factions.

Nothing came free. Accepting Midi’s offer bound Blood Purification’s forces to defend the forward base – alliance’s foundation stone.

For Midi, three elements stabilized his Star Ocean foothold: Blood Purification’s cooperation, the established base, and eight captured Destroyers.

Now came expansion.

As Midi gazed into the star-strewn shadows of the Star Ocean’s depths, a dark blue glow flickered briefly in his eyes.