I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 719 - 518: New Golden Talent—Soldier Immortal (2)

Within the depths of his consciousness, the inscription "Divine Weapon Emperor" completely dissolved, replaced by two ancient characters radiating the might of a thousand soldiers: [Soldier Immortal].

[Name] Soldier Immortal (Gold)

[Type] Composite Talent

[Introduction]You have achieved the apex of the Soldier's Dao, embodying "unity of man and weapon, all weapons returning to the heart." You not only master weaponry but also embody the very laws governing soldiers. By resonating with your spiritual energy, you can command the soldier spirits of the world, transforming ordinary metal into potent spirit soldiers or leading an army of weapons. Every movement you make carries the "true meaning of soldiers," ensuring that any weapon connected to you becomes a battlefield-altering force.

1. Immortal Soldier’s Blessing: Temporarily imbue weapons with the laws of soldiers, elevating their base attributes by 400%-600%. This infusion forcibly awakens seven enchantment powers: sharpness, blood absorption, demon-slaying, overload, reverberation, rejuvenation, and spirit siphoning. Additionally, one of three high-level enchantments—"spirit lock" (restricting target's spiritual energy), "void tear" (tearing through space), or "mountain suppress" (imposing gravity-based suppression)—is randomly awakened.

2. Immortal Charm Soul Molding: Through continuous nourishment with your original spiritual energy, weapons gain a permanent 1000%-1500% boost to their base attributes, evolving optimally based on the weapon's material and the wielder's characteristics. Concurrently, the seven basic enchantment powers become permanently fixed, and the weapon soul fully awakens, generating unique abilities derived from the holder's attributes.

3. Ten Thousand Weapons Collapse: Actively project the pressure of the Soldier's Dao, creating a "law suppression" effect on target weapons. This instantly disintegrates their spiritual energy structure, allowing for their control and rapid disintegration. If the target weapon possesses a weapon soul, the connection between the soul and body is directly severed, inflicting severe damage to the soul while converting the decomposed "soldier soul source" into sustenance for your own weapon, thereby enhancing its spiritual limit.

4. Divine Weapon Ascension: Continuously nurture the weapon soul with the essence of the Soldier Immortal, facilitating the divine weapon's ascension and potentially manifesting a "weapon soul domain."

5. Lifebound Divine Weapon·Devouring Path: Designate a weapon and forge a deep bond with it as your "Lifebound Divine Weapon" using your essence blood, soul source, and the laws of the Soldier Immortal. Upon binding, the Lifebound Divine Weapon undergoes epic-level enhancements and gains the ability to devour other divine weapons to improve its attributes.

The instant the [Soldier Immortal] inscription became permanent, the void behind Qin Tian warped, expelling hundreds of golden lights. These lights coalesced into a myriad of weapon phantoms.

The gleam of blades resembled a cold moon, spear tips mimicked shooting stars, sword shadows flowed like autumn water, axes and halberds bore the force of mountain splitting, and staves wielded earth-shattering power.

Further adding to the spectacle, a bronze cauldron hovered amongst the phantoms, an ancient seal anchored the four corners, wind chimes resonated softly, dispelling demonic mists, and the strings of an ancient zither vibrated, summoning spiritual energy. From instruments of war to national treasures, all suspended behind Qin Tian, their interwoven golden light forming a dazzling sea of weapons that exuded an awe-inspiring majesty commanding the submission of heaven and earth.

At the very moment the Holy Blood-level talent [Soldier Immortal] awakened, a gentle resonance emanated from Qin Tian's palm, which rested upon the throne's armrest.

He appeared to have forged a pact with this divine artifact, dormant for millennia. Every intricate pattern of the throne, the reason behind each crack, and even the energy nexus connecting the Demon Heart to the throne, became vividly apparent to his senses.

The demonic energy that had been corrupting the throne was now perceived by him as nothing more than feeble, scurrying insects.

As this overwhelming aura expanded, the battlefield below began to stir.

"My sword!"

A genius born with golden bloodlines cried out as the star-iron battle sword in his hand trembled violently. The hilt grew scorching hot, as if eager to escape his grip. He clenched it tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, yet he could still feel the sword's intrinsic "yearning" – a spiritual weapon's deference and longing for a specific power.

Ji Taiyan's Holy Dragon Spear buzzed incessantly. He quickly placed a hand on the spear shaft, his expression shifting slightly: "Is this... acknowledging a new master?"

Every weapon belonging to an Empire genius reacted similarly, either trembling or heating up. Some spirit soldiers even broke free from their wielders, transforming into streams of light that shot towards Qin Tian, only to be gently repelled by the golden luminescence surrounding him.

"What’s happening!" A member of the Odinson family gripped tightly with both hands as Thor’s Hammer bounced wildly in his palm, "This hammer has been with me for ten years, already integrated with me, how could it..."

The feeling of a long-cherished "partner" wanting to join someone else was so absurd that it made him feel a sense of being "betrayed" and bewildered.

Everyone clutched their weapons tightly, their eyes shifting from shock to disbelief—their weapons, top family heritage spirit soldiers, collectively "betrayed" their masters, simply because of the man bathed in golden light in the sky.

"This is..." Up high, Lan suddenly paused, witnessing the sea of weapons’ phantom interwoven with golden brilliance around Qin Tian, and seeing the flustered state of the geniuses below, shock surfaced in his eyes.

But soon, shock turned into intense joy.

Hoo~

Golden power continuously emanated from Qin Tian’s palm, and under the effect of this power, those hideous cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The spiritual energy within Qin Tian surged into the throne like a breaking flood, the [Soldier Immortal] talent granting him not only the ability to repair but also to "sublimate."

He could clearly "see" the material of the Frozen Throne evolving under the nourishment of the golden power, the originally ice crystal texture gradually acquiring the luster of warm jade, the ancient runes on the surface relighting, glowing three times brighter than during its peak, while the previously dissipating demonic energy was rapidly decreasing.

What!!!

Not far away, when a projection of Majari saw this scene, his expression instantly changed.

Just now, he had witnessed Qin Tian approach the Frozen Throne and place his hand on one of the throne’s cracks, yet at that time, he had been indifferent.

A mere ant that can be crushed at will, what kind of waves could it possibly stir up?

If it weren’t for his desire to "devour" these Royal Personnel and obtain more information about the Empire, they would never have survived until now.

Yet, no matter what he thought, a tiny ant has brought him such enormous trouble.

He could clearly feel that the Frozen Throne was not only recovering but also undergoing some kind of evolution.

His connection with the Heart was obviously weakening, and at the same time, his own power began to decline.

This small world was initially the Domain of the Frozen Throne’s Divine Artifact, most of the throne’s power was used to suppress the Heart, while the remaining power was suppressing other organizations.

The throne’s improvement caused the strength of this puppet to start dropping.

"You court death."

Majal’s roar exploded like thunder, with extreme murderous intent surging in his scarlet eyes.

Boom~

His bone wings fiercely flapped like sharp blades cutting through the wind, rushing directly towards Qin Tian atop the Frozen Throne.

"Don’t even think about getting past!"

Although Xiong’s blood mist around him was not as dense as initially, it still condensed into a tangible oppression.

Its snow-white fur was stained with dark red blood, the pads of its forepaws bore fine marks, yet it still charged forward with great vigor, its palm weaving a net of thunder that crackled and struck relentlessly at Majal’s back.

The Ice Crystal Phoenix rammed solidly into the demonic silhouette, its Spirit Deer’s antlers radiating spiritual light, and golden chains wrapped tightly around Majal’s wrists like steel cables.

The armored beast’s shell had several shallow cracks, with dark green demonic blood trickling down the lines, yet it clung to Majal’s ankle like embedded iron in ice.

Lan pushed the Ice Seal Order to its extreme, layering the ice shards like city walls, though he coughed up a mouthful of ice blue blood froth, his face pale, he immediately stabilized the spiritual energy output, added a solid Ice Shield.

"You troublesome beasts!"

Majal swung his hand back, releasing dense black energy like a heavy hammer smashing into the Four Divine Beasts.

Xiong’s Qi and Blood surged, his massive body swayed but did not fall, retreating three steps before stabilizing; the Ice Crystal Phoenix’s wings drooped from the shock, yet it quickly adjusted its stance and circled again. The Spirit Deer and armored beast clenched their jaws tight despite trembling, their chain and biting force did not relax a bit.

Lan, pushed by the tumultuous air, felt a tightness in his chest, staggering back half a step but quickly regaining balance.

Seeing Qin Tian’s power growing more and more magnificent, Majal’s demonic Qi surged threefold, and from the pitch-black mist emerged over ten figures—these puppets were identical to the body, their movements even swifter, with auras nearing Tier Eight, launching towards the throne from all angles to form an encirclement.

At this moment

"Follow me! We must protect Qin Tian!"

Ji Taiyan's roar echoed across the chaotic battlefield. His dragon energy surged forth, manifesting as a resplendent golden dragon that positioned itself to Qin Tian's left. Its draconic claws met the metallic talons of a puppet, the impact jarring his arm to numbness, yet he refused to yield an inch.

Dongfang Qi was right behind him, a shield of Azure Wood Spirit Flame conjured in his palm, warding off a demonic claw that lunged from the right.

Leng Qingqiu expertly launched a volley of ice shards from his fingertips, striking true into the puppet's eyes and creating a crucial opening for his allies.

Hundreds of figures moved like vigilant sentinels, forming a tight cordon around Qin Tian. Even members of the Luoho and Shinguji Clans, who harbored past grievances with Qin Tian, now gripped their weapons with fierce resolve, fighting desperately to repel the onslaught.

All animosity was set aside in this moment; Qin Tian represented their only chance to turn the tide of the battle, and he absolutely could not be allowed to fall!

Witnessing this display, Majal's eyes burned with intensified malice.

"All of you will perish!!!"