Chapter 336

Chapter 336: Threads of the Mind

In the battle at the Dusk Graveyard, Midi had opted for stealth tactics.

Back then, even with Reinhardt’s aid, his attack power fell short against the colossal Magic Griffin warship. His wariness toward mind-related abilities also left him barely holding his own.

This time, though alone in enemy territory, Midi had merged with the Spirit Dragon Sword, boosting his power significantly.

He also discovered that the dual swords “Eliminate” and “Kill,” retrieved from the Mind Maze, held a peculiar advantage against ancient techniques.

Normally, they were only slightly sharper than the “Sun” and “Moon” swords, but against the Fury Cruiser’s armor, their slashes unleashed shockingly massive destruction.

This made breaching the warship far easier than expected—backup plans like vent shafts went unused as he slipped directly inside.

The dual swords also simplified escape if detected. No longer forced to navigate maze-like corridors, he could carve through the hull and flee skyward.

More choices meant greater control, heightening his odds of success.

But direct combat remained a last resort. After hiding, Midi waited. Now, he relied not on sight but psychic energy.

The Heart-Seizing Demons’ telepathy focused on the warship’s exterior, but Midi sought secrets within.

Silently, he cast his telepathy not as a broad sweep but as slender threads of psychic energy—Threads of the Mind, a refined technique from the Inheritance of the Sea Emperor.

He could weave only a handful, fewer than ten, yet enough to map the warship’s interior.

No warship matched a city’s scale, and the threads ignored physical barriers, slipping freely through sealed spaces.

Hidden in a cabin, Midi traced the engine’s location, turrets, ammunition stores, magic crystal vaults, and Patrol Team routes, building a mental layout.

He gauged crew members’ levels, physical states, and threats, marking paths to avoid or exploit.

Near the bridge, however, oppressive psychic energy burned his senses. The Heart-Seizing Demon there radiated such power that Midi dared not probe further.

Over time, he detected a vast, enigmatic space at the warship’s rear—structurally redundant, magically inert, yet radiating the same eerie discomfort as before.

Was the Blue Truth Sect’s trump card there?

Though tempted, Midi withdrew his threads. Critical zones meant heavy defense and danger. Even invisible probes risked exposure, forcing him to flee if discovered.

If Midi could reach that area undetected, he felt certain he could destroy the sect headquarters’ trump card before escaping – everything hinged on distance. After confirming his target and mentally reviewing danger zones from his memorized map, Midi opened the hatch and began his silent infiltration.

Though not an assassin, the Threads of Mind swirling around him and layered Mind Shields made him move like smoke through the warship’s corridors. He slipped past patrols of sect guards until reaching the core hall’s entrance guarded by four Level 62 warriors.

These weren’t ordinary guards but seasoned hunters – each from different professions, positioned where experience dictated. For Midi wielding the Spirit Dragon Sword, they posed no true obstacle. His blade hummed as he unleashed two invisible mind-strikes.

One guard’s head burst like overripe fruit. As the others froze at the gory sight, Midi exploited their shock with precisely timed psychic attacks – first psychic sniping, then psychic explosion. Their shaken wills amplified the mental blast’s effect, leaving them stunned longer than normal.

Midi moved. Demon Shadow Flash turned him to mist crossing corridors instantly. At movement’s end, Sky Sword Dance accelerated him again in the cramped space. Twin blades drew crimson arcs across three throats before any alarm sounded. Hot blood painted the walls as heads rolled.

Finding no keys on the guards (too low-ranking for such privileges), Midi carved through the half-meter door with his Annihilation swords’ ancient warship-piercing edge. He laid demon arrays at the entrance before slipping inside – then froze.

The All-Seeing Demon filled the chamber – eight meters of writhing tentacles studded with blinking eyes. Midi’s breath caught. These rare Demon Realm creatures possessed deadly talents: Enchanting Eyes binding servants eternally, Death Eyes draining vitality through mere gaze. This horror could see through walls, dismantle illusions, track targets continents away.

Why now? In his past life, adventurers took seven years to storm the Stormy Region and crush the sect without encountering Eye Demons. This early appearance defied reason – even accounting for butterfly effects.

Before he could act, lightning-blades sliced where he’d stood. Midi barely dodged, the attack carving molten gashes in reinforced floors.

"Agile prey." The voice vibrated directly in his skull through telepathy.

"Quick to chase." Midi mind-spoke back, facing the newcomer – Loz, Third Temple leader of Blue Truth Sect, standing at the threshold.