I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 718 - 518: New Golden Talent—Soldier Immortal

The collapsed icy mountain lay in ruins, with the Frozen Throne suspended in mid-air. The golden light at its base rolled like magma, gripping tightly onto the pulsating dark heart.

However, cracks had spread across the throne’s surface like a spider web, with more and more black aura gushing from the gaps, coalescing mid-air into distorted demonic shadows, even making the air sizzle with corrosion.

Majara’s avatar stood high in the sky, the black aura forming scale armor that shimmered coldly. His scarlet eyes swept over the people below—from the bloodstained Four Divine Beasts to the pale-faced geniuses of the Empire—the greed and Killing intent in his gaze were almost tangible.

These lively souls and strong physiques were all nourishment for his return to the peak.

The Holy Blood Prodigies gripped their weapons with sweaty palms, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

They had fought the demons for days, knowing better than anyone the cruelty of this race—once the Four Divine Beasts were defeated, their fate would be to have their Spiritual Energy drained and bodies torn apart.

"Your Highness, let’s try to break through!" Dongfang Qi stood beside Ji Taiyan, his voice heavy with tension. "That Demon God is being held back by the Divine Beasts, maybe we can still get out now!"

"Yes! Dragging on any longer is just waiting for death!"

"With over a hundred of us working together, we can definitely break through!"

The others echoed, desperation for survival evident in their eyes.

Ji Taiyan looked at the figures battling in the sky. The aura of the Four Divine Beasts was still imposing and unextinguished, but it was clear they wouldn’t last long. He was about to nod in agreement when a calm voice suddenly cut through the noise.

"No chance."

Everyone turned abruptly, Qin Tian stood at the edge of the crowd, the Black Frost Saber thrust into the ice, his gaze locked on the cracks of the Frozen Throne.

"Qin Tian, what do you mean?" One of the Holy Blood Prodigies angrily questioned, his fist clenched tightly. "At a time like this, not only are you not helping, but you’re also being a wet blanket!"

"This space is an independent miniature world, the spatial barriers extremely sturdy, combined with the dual sealing of Demonic Qi, it’s absolutely impossible for us to forcefully break through," Qin Tian ignored the other’s rage, speaking steadily. "If it weren’t for the Demonic Qi sealing the spatial nodes, I could have used my Spatial Ability to get you out, but now—it’s too late."

He took a deep breath, shifting his gaze from the throne’s cracks to Ji Taiyan’s face, his expression suddenly becoming firm: "Your Highness, I have a way to break the stalemate, but I’ll need the help of everyone here."

"What method?" Ji Taiyan stepped forward, Qin Tian’s several times of turning the tides had made him see Qin Tian in a different light, so at this critical moment of life and death, he was willing to trust Qin Tian.

"No time to explain," Qin Tian raised his hand to interrupt him. "I have only one request, from now on, protect me, don’t let anyone interrupt my actions."

Seeing the determination in Qin Tian’s eyes, Ji Taiyan took a deep breath, recalling Qin Tian’s several acts of salvation, nodded heavily: "Okay! We will all cooperate with you!"

Qin Tian no longer spoke, instantly using his soul to communicate with Lan: "Lan, get me close to the throne, I can repair it."

Lan, high in the air, was supporting the wobbly Ice Shield with his Magic Staff. Hearing this, his eyes suddenly sparkled with joy.

Without a moment of hesitation, his ice-type Spiritual Energy burst forth, forcing back one of Majara’s strikes: "I’ll cover you!"

Whoosh—

Suddenly, the Night Demon Wings unfolded behind Qin Tian, the edges of the wings sparking with purple electricity. With a powerful flap, he shot into the sky like an arrow from a bowstring.

In an instant, he landed upon the Frozen Throne, one hand pressing firmly on the crack-filled armrest—the chilling Demonic Qi drilled into his meridians through his palm, as if attempting to corrode his very bones.

Qin Tian’s expression remained calm, his consciousness sinking into the system panel, without hesitation mobilizing fifty million Evolution Points, fully infusing them into the [Divine Weapon Emperor] skill.

This was his plan.

The current situation was already very clear. Majara’s heart was breaking through the seal of the Frozen Throne, and the power of that avatar was constantly growing stronger.

The Four Divine Beasts, even burning Essence Blood, could not kill that avatar. Even with the combined power of Lan and all the geniuses of the Empire present, it was not enough to threaten the enemy.

Confronting head-on was not feasible, basically a dead end.

So, he chose to take another path, a different approach to solve the problem.

That is to repair the Frozen Throne.

If the Frozen Throne were restored to a perfect state, it could suppress the heart again, but what if the quality of the Frozen Throne were elevated another level?

By then, it might not just be a matter of suppressing a heart; even that avatar would be mercilessly suppressed, possibly even crushing the very existence of Majara.

However, the Golden Level Talent of [Divine Weapon Emperor] was obviously unable to effectively strengthen the Frozen Throne in the shortest time, so he chose to enhance this Talent to Holy Blood Level.

He believed that this Talent would not disappoint him.

Buzz~~

The system panel suddenly exploded with a dazzling orange light, the [Divine Weapon Emperor] icon like refined gold in a furnace, its brilliance transforming rapidly from deep orange to crimson gold. Within a few seconds, it condensed into a blinding golden globe that was almost impossible to look at directly.

The globe trembled and rose, turning into a golden arc that shot into Qin Tian’s mind. Immediately, a scorching force surged through his entire body!

Qin Tian grunted, but it was not pain, rather the tremor from the extreme power washing through his meridians.

The center of his brow suddenly burst with piercing golden light, spreading like a small sun, instantly wrapping around his entire body, forming a translucent golden cocoon.

Every pore on his body was emitting golden light, the golden luminescence surging through his meridians, with each circulation causing his bones to crackle as if being reforged into a stronger physique.