I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 375: Chapter 334: Divine Weapon Emperor (Orange)

The news of the Chijin Battlegroup commander’s assassination reached the Sixth Battle Zone command post on the second layer of the Demon Abyss immediately.

"Yan Song is dead."

The square-faced Major General tapped his fingertips lightly on the tabletop, a slight frown on his face. He looked at the battle report before him, his tone tinged with surprise: "I remember he just achieved a great success, led his troops to eradicate two major Demon Caves, and even destroyed the Demonic Qi rift. How come less than a day has passed and he’s gone?"

The adjutant beside him quickly explained, "According to the frontline report, a Tier Six Silver-winged Demon suddenly attacked the Chijin Battlegroup command center, severely injuring Yan Song and abducting him. I suspect this might be the Demon Race’s retaliation for his destruction of the Demon Caves."

"Tier Six Silver-winged Demon?" The Major General raised his eyes, evidently skeptical of this explanation, his frown deepening, "Yan Song, a Tier Six Golden Bloodline descendant, was severely injured and taken from his own command center by a Silver-winged Demon of the same tier? That doesn’t make sense."

In the Demon Suppression Abyss, it’s not uncommon for Golden Bloodline geniuses to fall, but for a Demon to storm in and abduct a commander, this was a first.

If this incident spreads, it might shake the morale of the troops on the frontline.

"It is indeed puzzling." The adjutant looked confused, "The battle report states that Yan Song was almost incapacitated by a single strike, with no room for resistance. But he is a Golden Bloodline descendant, even against a Peak Tier Six Silver-winged Demon, he shouldn’t be this helpless. And given the potential of a Silver-winged Demon, there’s no chance for it to advance to the Tier Seven Demon King realm."

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the doubt reflected in each other’s eyes. But Yan Song was dead, and the Silver-winged Demon responsible for the crime had vanished without a trace. Pursuing this matter was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it could only be temporarily set aside.

"The urgent task is to find someone to replace him." The Major General asked solemnly, "Do you have a suitable candidate?"

The adjutant thought for a moment, "There are a few candidates, but according to protocol, after the previous commander dies in the line of duty, candidates should be prioritized from within the battlegroup."

"Does the Chijin Battlegroup have any other Tier Six Spiritualists besides Yan Song?" The Major General asked seriously, "To serve as a commander, Tier Six combat strength is a mandatory requirement."

"There’s no other Tier Six Spiritualists," the adjutant changed tact, "but there’s one who can slay Tier Six Demons—Qin Tian, a Colonel from the Seventh Bureau, Tier Five Four Stars Spiritualist. He recently arrived at the Demon Suppression Abyss and joined the Chijin Battlegroup. In this action, he consecutively slew two Tier Six Demons, one at range with a Rune Sniper Rifle, and decapitated another in direct confrontation."

"Tier Five Four Stars can kill Tier Six?" The Major General finally revealed surprise, "Which family is he from? I don’t recall hearing of the Qin surname in the Golden Clan."

"There is very little information on him," the adjutant appeared troubled, "all that’s known is he hails from the Seventh Bureau, his background, experience, interpersonal relations, almost all blank."

The Major General, however, waved his hand indifferently.

He understood that frontline personnel from the Seventh Bureau were always like this. For confidentiality, files were either strictly encrypted or disguised cosmetically, nothing unusual.

"Do you intend for him to take on the commander’s role?" The Major General asked.

"I think we could give it a try first," the adjutant analyzed clearly, "Firstly, his combat strength is solid, with genuine achievements in slaying Tier Six Demons; secondly, officers from the Seventh Bureau typically have reliability and capability far exceeding those spoiled sons of the noble families. I believe there’s no need to appoint him directly as the commander, let him serve as acting commander initially. If he performs well, leads the team effectively, then we can remove the ’acting’ title; if not, it’s never too late to bring someone else on board."

"This arrangement sounds reasonable." The Major General thought for a moment, nodding slightly, "Let’s do it."

The Demon Caves near the Chijin Battlegroup have been cleared, reducing external pressure significantly, making it an opportune time to boldly try out new recruits.

Compared to those noble family descendants who rely on their bloodline, a Tier Five Four Stars officer who can consecutively slay two Tier Six Demons and hails from the Seventh Bureau is clearly of greater nurturing value—after all, such an officer is truly the direct lineage of the Military Department.

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In the brightly lit tent of Battalion Three’s encampment, the Red Ruby Ring on Qin Tian’s fingertip shone with a gentle red light.

His fingertip lightly stroked the face of the ring, which seemingly ordinary was actually one of the Empire’s Ten Great Guns, the Heaven-Burning Purgatory, a thought that felt wondrous.

"Hidden for so long, won’t you come out for a meeting?"

Qin Tian’s voice echoed in the quiet tent.

As soon as the words fell, the ring suddenly trembled slightly, a fiery red figure streaked out of the gemstone, spun in mid-air, condensing into a fire demon half a man’s height.

This creature had two small curved horns above its head, its hooves stepping on flames resembling a calf, yet its face was exquisitely ridiculous, with a certain naive charm akin to a Q version doll.

"You human, you’re kind of interesting."

The fire demon sized Qin Tian up and down, its voice youthful yet tinged with an oddly veteran air, "There’s a scent on you that makes me feel close, this is the first time I’ve felt this after changing several partners."

Qin Tian understood in his heart, this intimacy likely came from the [Soul of the Gun God]—that purple talent allowed him to instantly resonate with any firearm, controlling it as if it were second nature, thus making no exception for the Gun Spirit.

"Partner? Do you call all of them that?" Qin Tian’s lips curled into a smile, "Do I qualify to be your next partner?"

Upon hearing this, the fire demon petulantly pouted, its small face full of disdain, "You’re too weak. By human standards, you’re only Tier Five, not yet eligible to borrow my power, wait until you’ve broken through."

Before the voice even finished, it swooped back into the ring, leaving no room for negotiation.

Qin Tian was not anxious, his fingertip still caressing the gem, a peculiar energy slowly injecting—this was the power from another purple talent, [Master of Arms].