Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Familiar Enemy

Another deafening explosion shook the Magic Griffin warship, its left wing emitting a tortured groan.

Within minutes, Midi had obliterated the second engine.

This time, he hadn’t faced mere guards but a horde of high-level practitioners. The narrow passageways prevented the Blue Truth Sect from surrounding him, though the chaos still slowed his advance.

To the warship’s captain, Midi’s speed seemed inhuman.

“Who dares breach this warship?!” Sweat dripped down the captain’s face. The cold gaze of the Saint looming behind him made his blood freeze. Failing his duty so catastrophically meant death was inevitable.

Trembling, the captain gripped his sword’s hilt, ready to lead a strike team.

“Halt.” The Saint’s voice cut through his mind.

“Y-Your Excellency—”

“Losing your cool now just helps the enemy,” the Saint rasped, his grating tone oddly soothing to the captain. “This intruder’s skill is notable. By revealing himself after destroying two engines, he proves we’ve struck their weakness.”

Bishop Marlan and the captain brightened. The logic was simple, but the unprecedented invasion had rattled them. Yet the Magic Griffin warship wasn’t some fragile Sea of Clouds skyship. Without large alchemy bombs, even Awakened Experts couldn’t cripple it quickly. The intruder’s desperation only confirmed their advantage.

“Your plan, Excellency?” Bishop Marlan pressed.

“Insignificant pests,” the Saint sneered, his telepathy locked on Midi. “I’ll crush them. Stay on the bridge. Full speed to the graveyard’s center.”

Before anyone could reply, the Saint vanished.

“He’s coming.” Midi’s dark eyes sharpened.

Breaking free from pursuers, he felt the mental chain binding him tighten. To most, telepathic locks felt like an iron weight—easy to miss subtle shifts during combat. But Midi was no ordinary foe.

As a reincarnator, he knew the Blue Truth Sect’s elites intimately. In his past life, the Hawk Brigade had clashed with them repeatedly in the Stormy Region’s Star Ocean. Even Fina and Alice had fallen to their blades. Now, those bitter memories were his greatest asset.

Midi’s bones remembered every nuance of their mind-related abilities. The instant the mental shackles tightened, he focused his will and channeled the Dragon Sealing Sword’s demon god power—energy tempered by Dragon’s Blood White Crystal flooding his veins.

A crushing wave of psychic force slammed into him.

Mind-Related Abilities, Psychic Explosion!

The next instant, a tall figure clad entirely in black robes, face hidden beneath a hood, materialized directly before him!

Mind-related abilities, Star Shift.

Technically, Saint activated Star Shift first. While traversing the void, he simultaneously launched a Psychic Explosion through telepathic targeting.

Yet the Psychic Explosion struck first, hitting its mark before Saint’s teleportation completed.

This seamless combo proved utterly unavoidable.

Telepathic targeting ensured the Psychic Explosion’s guaranteed hit, while Saint’s mid-teleport state made counterattacks impossible.

Any practitioner struck by such mountain-crushing psychic attack would freeze like statue, even those with strongest will.

Upon completing teleportation, Saint could then obliterate his paralyzed opponent with relentless attacks.

But Midi had anticipated this. Bolstered by demon god’s power, though his body shook violently and mind blanked momentarily from the explosion’s impact, his recovery proved swift.

By the time Saint appeared before him, Midi had already shaken off the mental paralysis!

Not just recovering, Midi roared to purge lingering disorientation and struck instantly.

Dozens of golden-red sword lights flooded the narrow warship passageway, slashing toward newly arrived Saint.

"What?!" Saint gasped at the onslaught. Years of combat experience kicked in – his hands flew through defensive gestures. Space rippled faintly as an aura silently expanded.

Under its influence, Midi’s dozen "guaranteed hits" veered wildly, carving into side walls while missing their central target completely.

Mind-Related Illusion Formation!

Midi’s chest tightened. Only psychic energy experts could deploy this technique.

This formation warped more than sight – it twisted hearing, touch, gravity perception, even limb coordination!

Low-level victims would lose all directional sense, misjudging every movement. Even Midi’s psychic knowledge couldn’t neutralize its effects.

Thus his sword strikes all missed at the final moment.

Midi, whose attacks rarely failed, found his assault completely ineffective.

But prepared for high-level psychic techniques, he instantly adapted.

The faint golden-red sword glow around him erupted, fog-like filling the passage. Blades screeched against iron walls, leaving countless sword scars.

No precision? Then overwhelm with area bombardment.

Simple, brutal tactics.

As volcanic golden-red glow flooded the corridor, Saint’s expression darkened – his opponent countered psychic tricks like seasoned veteran.

Psychic Explosion? Barely phased him.

Illusion Formation? Only disrupted aim.

Now this adaptive tactic minimized the formation’s impact, nearly negating it.

Rothschild Guild couldn’t breed such talent!

Who was this man?

What did he want?

Beneath his hood, Saint’s face flickered with shock and genuine killing intent.

Though brief, their clash revealed Midi as formidable foe, not mere nuisance.

Against such opponents, victory demanded total commitment.

Answers could wait until after conquest.

Time to reveal true power!

Saint mentally declared.

Bathed in swordlight’s glow, he began chanting lengthy incantation with intricate gestures. Magic sigils crawled like vines across passage walls, encasing both combatants.

Under cold radiance, both vanished from the warship.