I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 285: Chapter 271: The Bear in Rage and Frenzy

Whoosh~~

Tendrils came from all directions, trapping Sibada in the small room with nowhere to hide. His legs, hands, and neck were entwined by the tendrils, and the more he struggled, the tighter these eerie tendrils squeezed.

Even more terrifying was that the ancient patterns on the surface of the tendrils began to writhe like living creatures, turning into countless tiny suckers that voraciously devoured the Spiritual Energy within him.

He could clearly feel—his power was rapidly draining!

"Uhhh... uhhh!"

Sibada’s eyes widened, bloodshot and on the verge of bursting. He wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was gagged by the tendrils, unable to make any sound.

He desperately twisted his body, attempting to ignite the last bit of Spiritual Energy to break free, but the tendrils seemed like a bottomless pit, extracting every ounce of Energy from him completely.

Qin Tian watched calmly, knowing that with Jie La’s current strength, dealing with a Tier Five non-bloodline Spiritualist was a breeze, leaving no room for the opponent to struggle.

"You..."

Sibada, wrapped like a mummy, revealed only a pale face, his voice weak, eyes filled with horror and dread.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Qin Tian placed his hand on Sibada’s forehead and said calmly:

"Royal Colonel, Qin Tian."

Royal Colonel!!!

Sibada’s body trembled violently. He instantly realized why Qin Tian was here.

That battleship, and the person on the battleship.

"Please, Lord Qin Tian, don’t kill me. Whatever you wish to do, I can help you."

Sibada hurriedly pleaded, begging desperately.

"Not necessary."

Purple light appeared in Qin Tian’s eyes, "Anything you can do, I can do too."

As the words fell, his face suddenly changed, and in an instant, an oddly familiar face appeared before Sibada’s eyes.

It was... his own face.

What!!

Sibada’s pupils constricted sharply. The next moment, an immense Spiritual Power stormed into his mind, like a sharp blade, shattering his Soul into fragments.

Soul Devourer

Sibada’s Soul fragments were devoured by Qin Tian, and the memories within the fragments were simultaneously acquired by Qin Tian.

Evolution Points +12450

Rustle

The Green Vine retracted, turning back into a bracelet wrapped around Qin Tian’s wrist.

Qin Tian’s gaze was deep as he stripped Sibada’s clothes. Immediately, his physique, skin, and even the black moles on his body transformed to look exactly like Sibada.

Switching the clothes between them, Qin Tian used Sibada’s steel thorn whip to whip the corpse into a bloody mess. After completing all this, he opened the door.

At this moment, a subordinate guarding the door glanced inside, his heart jolting.

"Dispose of the corpse," Qin Tian said blandly.

"Yes, Captain."

Two subordinates lifted Sibada’s corpse, heading to the laboratory’s corpse collection depot.

On the base ship, corpses are also a form of resource and can be used as experimental material.

On the way, they happened to encounter two Star Thieves escorting Xiong back to his room.

The two glanced at the bloody corpse and curiously asked:

"Who is this?"

The Star Thief casually replied, "It’s that barbarian from earlier, probably offended Captain Sibada and ended up like this."

Hearing this, the two Star Thieves couldn’t help but feel somewhat sorry. They had intended to lay a few more bets on the barbarian in the future to earn some bloody points, but did not expect that after just one fight, the barbarian was killed by Captain Sibada.

"Well, we’ll..."

Before the two Star Thieves finished speaking, the surrounding air suddenly froze.

Xiong’s body jerked violently, as if struck by lightning. His pupils contracted sharply, then instantly expanded into a terrifying crimson red, an indescribable chill burst from him, and the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet by several degrees.

"Qin... Tian...?"

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, like a growl squeezed from the depths of Hell, every syllable quivering, as if merely pronouncing the name drained all his strength.

Before the Star Thieves carrying the corpse could react, they saw this half beastman’s skin start to turn an abnormal dark red, his knotted muscles writhing and expanding like living creatures, his blue-black veins bulging hideously beneath his skin.

"You guys..."

Xiong slowly raised his head, those crimson eyes devoid of reason, only the most primitive desire for slaughter boiling within. His fangs uncontrollably extended, blood trickling from the torn corners of his mouth, emitting a beast-like "clack-clack" sound from his throat.

When the words "all have to die" fell, the two Star Thieves finally realized death was upon them.

They hastily retreated, only to see Xiong’s figure suddenly blur—

"Boom!"

The air exploded in a visible ripple.

Xiong’s giant hand, carrying an overwhelming force, clamped down on the heads of the two. His nails had mutated into sharp bone claws, deeply embedded into their skulls.

"Bang!"

The sound of a watermelon bursting echoed down the corridor.

The red and white mixture sprayed from between Xiong’s fingers, splattering radiant patterns on the metal walls. The two heads crushed like fruit beneath a hydraulic press, instantly turning into two masses of sticky meat paste.

The headless bodies maintained a retreating posture, the carotid artery spraying a column of blood two meters high. The warm blood drenched Xiong’s fierce face, yet he didn’t blink, letting the fresh blood drip down his chin.

"Ghaa... ghaa..."

Amidst heavy breathing, Xiong slowly knelt before the mutilated corpse.

He hesitantly reached out, but just as he was about to touch "Qin Tian," he froze—his spiked claws twitching uncontrollably, afraid to shatter the fragile remaining body with the slightest pressure.

A drop of murky liquid splattered into the pool of blood.

This half beastman capable of tearing armored vehicles apart with bare hands, now huddled like a lost child, his broad shoulders shaking violently. He bit his fangs tightly, drawing blood from the gums, yet couldn’t suppress the whimpering that spilled from his throat, like the mournful cry of a young beast.