Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Breaking into the Fury Cruiser

Marcel managed to lay the ambush thanks to his deep knowledge of the airspace and deliberate manipulation of the enemy’s movements. The ambushers themselves could think and adapt to the shifting battlefield.

Yet the sect headquarters not only predicted the ambush but countered it using inflexible aerial mines, turning the trap against Marcel’s forces and wiping them out entirely. This went beyond mere prediction—it bordered on foresight. Or perhaps something greater: *omniscience*.

If they’d already detected the ambush beforehand, planting the mines in advance would’ve been simple. Combined with how easily the sect headquarters tracked the forward base’s movements—and Midi’s lingering sense of being watched—their “omniscience” seemed more plausible than mere foresight.

And that power undoubtedly lay hidden within the *Fury Cruiser*. Midi sensed its strange aura through his psychic energy, confirming his suspicions.

“Lord Marcel,” Midi said over the magical communications.

“Where *are* you, Midi?” Marcel snapped. “A fleet commander abandoning his post, dumping duties on his deputy—is this a joke?”

Desperation had stripped Marcel of patience.

“Command alone can’t win this battle,” Midi cut in. “The proof is before us. Now, create an opening near the *Fury Cruiser*. Use flashy attacks—rocket barrages, anything bright. I’ll infiltrate it.”

Marcel hesitated. “You’re going *alone*? In the middle of this chaos?”

Even after seeing Midi take down eight Venomous Stingers solo, Marcel struggled to view this as anything but suicide.

“Got reinforcements to spare?” Midi asked dryly.

Marcel stayed silent. Blood Purification had no fliers, and sending anyone else into that storm of firepower was impossible.

“We’re losing,” Midi pressed. “Blood Hell Island sinks. The Mind Maze gets stolen. Crushing the *Fury Cruiser* is our only hope. I’ll take the risk.”

“This isn’t your fight,” Marcel muttered, though part of him admired the audacity.

“I’m not doing this for Blood Purification.” Midi smirked. “I just hate being the rabbit in this hunt.”

Losing meant Blood Purification’s end, but Midi’s faction might scrape by—for a time. Yet with the sect’s omniscient reach, nowhere in the Star Ocean would be safe. After surviving the Stormy Region, fleeing in disgrace was unthinkable. Worse, if the sect conquered the Star Ocean, they’d surge into the Sea of Clouds… and beyond, until all of Arad fell.

Where would Midi escape to next?

What would happen to Fina and Alice?

Having experienced death once, Midi became hypersensitive to impending dangers. This fear-driven awareness drove him to keep advancing relentlessly, eliminating potential enemies.

This time proved no exception. Since the Blue Truth Sect stood as his greatest foe, he resolved to cut them down with his blade.

Kill before being killed – that was Midi’s style.

Thus, he had no alternatives.

Judge Marcel, recognizing this truth, could only sigh heavily.

“Five minutes. I’ll gather forces for a single penetrating strike at their core. One chance only – clear?” Marcel finally ordered.

“Understood.” Midi gave a grave nod.

Unlike broad bombardments, concentrated thrusts created chaotic battlefields – perfect cover for his solo infiltration.

The price would be steep though – maybe one low-level warship lost, perhaps two. Countless lives expended regardless.

Worse, this futile assault would widen the power gap between factions afterward.

Marcel was clearly betting everything.

Midi responded with matching solemnity.

He condensed his Golden-Red Sword Lights, reining their radiance into layered metallic plates clinging to his body – unassuming armor forged from blade energy.

As preparations completed, the alliance struck like raging floodwaters.

Marcel’s fleet abandoned defensive formations without warning, transforming into a drawn longbow unleashing arrow storms.

Four mid-level warships spearheaded the charge, guns blazing, while low-level vessels poured concentrated firepower into the enemy center.

Even the sect headquarters’ forces faltered momentarily, formations scattering under the sudden assault.

Marcel pressed the advantage, driving frontline troops into direct confrontation with the central Fury Cruiser.

The penetration tactic locked into place.

Recognizing Blood Purification’s decapitation attempt, the Fury Cruiser retaliated violently. Its primed main cannon vaporized the lead mid-level warship instantly.

Flames roared. Missiles scarred the sky. Falling debris and spark showers transformed the airspace into burning chaos.

Exactly what Midi needed.

Time to move.

Observing the fiery turmoil below, Midi shifted his weight.

His rocky perch tilted violently. Like a darting fish, he slipped free, plummeting downward without activating Sky Sword Dance – pure gravity propelled him.

He dodged stray shots with micro-movements, only drawing his longsword when unavoidable. Silent slashes bisected hazards midair.

Seconds later, an invisible telepathic field erupted – the Fury Cruiser’s mind perception blanketing kilometers around.

Midi’s Spirit Dragon Sword flared, azure psychic energy neutralizing the invasive scan. This perfect counter had hidden him from eight poison needle warships’ Heart-Seizing Demons before.

But this cruiser’s demon commander dwarfed those predecessors in mind strength. Total mental focus barely maintained the shield, leaving Midi dangerously exposed to physical threats.

Nearing his target, he entered zen-like focus. Flawless Cross Slashes wove protective sword nets, shattering incoming fire.

1km…

600m…

300m…

100m vertical gap remained. Terminal velocity achieved.

At the critical moment, Golden-Red Sword Lights erupted around Midi – a crimson lotus blooming briefly against night skies before condensing into razor-sharp red rays.

His dual blades Annihilation and Execution struck simultaneously. The Fury Cruiser’s magic-resistant heavy armor tore like parchment beneath this merged strike, opening a silent breach.

Midi ghosted through the gap like smoke, sealing it partially with a metal-warping kick.

Demon Shadow Flashes carried him through corridors into a shadowed chamber’s concealment.

Outside, the hull appeared intact. Inside, none detected the intruder. Routine telepathic sweeps continued undisturbed.

Infiltration complete.