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. Golden light at its base churned like magma, tightly gripping a pulsating, dark heart.

However, cracks resembling a spider web had spread across the throne’s surface. More and more black aura surged from the gaps, coalescing in mid-air into distorted demonic shadows, so corrosive they made the very air sizzle.

Majara’s avatar stood tall in the sky, the black aura forming scale armor that shimmered coldly. His scarlet eyes swept over the scene 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 palpable.

These vibrant souls and powerful physiques were all nourishment for his return to his peak.

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

They had battled demons for days, understanding this race's cruelty far better than anyone. 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; perhaps we can still escape now!"

"Yes! Lingering here 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 observed the figures battling in the sky. The aura of the Four Divine Beasts remained imposing and unextinguished, yet it was clear they couldn't last much longer. Just as he was about to nod in agreement, a calm voice cut through the noise.

"No chance."

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

"Qin Tian, what do you mean?" One of the Holy Blood Prodigies questioned angrily, 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, its spatial barriers extremely sturdy. Combined with the dual sealing of Demonic Qi, it's absolutely impossible for us to forcefully break through," Qin Tian stated calmly, ignoring the other's rage. "If it weren't for the Demonic Qi sealing the spatial nodes, I could have used my Spatial Ability to get you all 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 firming: "Your Highness, I have a way to break the stalemate, but I'll require the assistance of everyone here."

"What method?" Ji Taiyan stepped forward. Qin Tian's repeated acts of turning the tides had given him a new perspective on the young man, so at this critical moment of life and death, he was willing to place his trust in Qin Tian.

"No time to explain," Qin Tian raised a hand to interrupt him. "I have only one request: from now on, protect me. Do not let anyone interrupt my actions."

Seeing the determination in Qin Tian’s eyes, Ji Taiyan took a deep breath. Recalling Qin Tian’s several life-saving interventions, he nodded heavily: "Alright! We will all cooperate with you!"

Qin Tian spoke no further, 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 Qin Tian’s words, his eyes suddenly sparkled with joy.

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

Whoosh—

Suddenly, the Night Demon Wings unfolded behind Qin Tian, their edges sparking with purple electricity. With a powerful flap, he shot into the sky like an arrow released 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 though attempting to corrode his very bones.

Qin Tian’s expression remained composed. His consciousness delved into the system panel, unhesitatingly mobilizing fifty million Evolution Points, fully infusing them into the [Divine Weapon Emperor] skill.

This was his plan.

The current situation was quite clear. Majara’s heart was breaking through the Frozen Throne's seal, and the avatar's power was constantly intensifying.

The Four Divine Beasts, even by burning their Essence Blood, could not vanquish that avatar. Even with the combined might of Lan and all the Empire's geniuses present, it was insufficient to pose a threat to the enemy.

Confronting the threat head-on was not a viable option; it was essentially a dead end.

Therefore, he chose an alternative path, a different approach to resolve the problem.

This task is to mend the Frozen Throne.

If the Frozen Throne were perfected, it could once more suppress the heart. But what if its quality were elevated even further?

At that point, it might not simply suppress the heart; even the avatar would face relentless subjugation, potentially obliterating Majara's very existence.

However, the Golden Level Talent, [Divine Weapon Emperor], clearly couldn't bolster the Frozen Throne sufficiently in the briefest possible time. Thus, he opted to upgrade this Talent to Holy Blood Level.

He felt confident this Talent would not let him down.

Buzz~~

The system panel suddenly blazed with a brilliant orange radiance. The [Divine Weapon Emperor] icon, akin to gold being refined in a kiln, saw its brilliance shift from a deep orange to a crimson gold with remarkable speed. In mere seconds, it coalesced into a blinding golden sphere, almost too bright to behold.

The sphere pulsed and ascended, transforming into an arc of gold that streaked into Qin Tian’s consciousness. Instantly, an intense heat coursed through his entire being!

Qin Tian let out a gasp, not from pain, but from the shock of immense power surging through his meridians.

The center of his forehead erupted with a piercing golden light, expanding like a miniature sun and rapidly enveloping his whole body, forming a shimmering golden cocoon.

Every pore on his body radiated golden light, the luminescence flowing through his meridians. With each circuit, his bones audibly snapped and popped, as if being reforged into a more robust form.