I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 462: Chapter 387: The Barbarian Race’s Return to Loyalty

"Have you adapted well during your time at the outpost?"

Qin Tian looked at Mu Ya, speaking fluent Barbarian language, making communication seamless.

Mu Ya was momentarily stunned, then nodded vigorously, with genuine emotion in his voice:

"Adapted! It’s so much better than the icy plains or the slave camps. We can live in warm houses that don’t let in the wind, eat our fill of meat and grains every day, and even have potions that make us stronger. Such days, we never even dared to dream of before."

He took a deep breath, his azure eyes full of solemnity, "As long as you truly help us return home, the warriors of our Winter Tribe are willing to work for you!"

These words weren’t perfunctory; they were a heartfelt decision after witnessing ordinary tribe members lead stable lives and warriors becoming several times stronger. To the Barbarian Race, "having food, a home, and strength" was a reason worth following.

Hearing this, Qin Tian showed a faint smile: "Good. Like Terreda and the others, as long as you work earnestly under me for five years, I will use all my resources to help you form an army, prepare supplies, and fully support your return to your homeland to reclaim the lost land from the invaders."

His words didn’t hold grand promises but were clear and carried convincing power.

The last bit of resistance Mu Ya felt towards "humans" dissipated mostly at that moment—he could feel no deceit in Qin Tian’s gaze, only sincere honesty.

Just as he was about to express gratitude, Mu Ya caught a fleeting shadow out of the corner of his eye—Saqi!

"Watch out!"

Mu Ya’s pupils suddenly contracted, blood vessels bursting in his eyes, and a hoarse shout erupted from his throat as he instinctively lunged forward.

But Saqi was too close to Qin Tian, only three steps away, and his sudden outburst made him incredibly fast, like a fierce beast of the ice plains breaking its chains, pouncing towards Qin Tian.

At that moment, three more figures sprang from the crowd—Wu Hou, Luo Ya, and another warrior from the Winter Tribe. Like leopards lying in wait, they pounced towards Qin Tian, obviously conspiring with Saqi beforehand, catching everyone off guard during the conversation between Mu Ya and Qin Tian!

Mu Ya’s heart sank to the bottom—he knew Saqi’s intentions too well!

This wasn’t simple rebellion but an attempt to force the entire Winter Tribe into a complete break with the Empire! If anything happened to the Royal Personnel, they couldn’t explain it away, and would only be dragged onto the "rebel" chariot by Saqi, with no way back!

He wanted to reach out to stop it, but his body couldn’t keep up with Saqi’s speed, and all he could do was watch helplessly as Saqi got closer, despair gripping his heart.

The surrounding Barbarian Warriors were stunned, some even forgetting to breathe, plunging the entire station into a deathly tension.

Only Terreda and the veteran warriors beside him showed no panic; Terreda merely raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with undisguised mockery—as if he had long anticipated this scene, more like watching a farcical display of overreaching.

In the next second, a sudden change occurred!

"Boom!"

A dull explosive sound erupted in the center of the outpost, like two mountains crashing together.

The four figures lunging at Qin Tian seemed to slam into an invisible copper wall, their bodies jolting suddenly, then flying backward with three times the speed they came, crashing into the boulders dozens of meters away, the blood they coughed up staining the ground, helpless to even struggle up.

Before anyone could recover from this sudden change, they saw Qin Tian surrounded by dazzling golden divine radiance—the light warm but not glaring, like the sun at dawn, enveloping the entire station in a sacred halo.

He stood quietly in the center of the halo, his body—the size of which seemed ordinary—now like an awakened ancient mountain, an overwhelming surge of Qi and Blood bursting forth unreservedly, compressing the air till it nearly froze, causing the ground to tremble!

Mu Ya felt as if a thousand-ton boulder was pressed against his chest, his breathing became difficult, his legs trembled involuntarily, and his Qi and Blood felt frozen—this power was more terrifying than any tribal chief he had seen, even more astounding than the legendary "descendants of the Barbarian Gods" who could tear ice plain giant bears apart with bare hands!

The Barbarian Warriors nearby were worse off, collapsing on the ground, their foreheads touching the cold earth, without the courage to even lift their heads for a glance.

Even Terreda, who had long witnessed Qin Tian’s prowess, instinctively tensed his body, eyes full of reverence.

The boss was even stronger!

Saqi lay on the ground, coughing blood as he struggled to lift his head, looking up at Qin Tian enveloped in golden divine radiance. His pupils were filled with incredulous fear—what "ordinary person" was this?

This was clearly a peerless martial god hiding his strength!

His attempt to assassinate just now was nothing more than an ant challenging a lion, ridiculous and pathetic!

Qin Tian slowly retracted the divine radiance around him, his gaze falling on Saqi. His tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable pressure: "I provide you with a stable life and opportunities for strength not for you to repay me with betrayal."

"Pah!"

Saqi spat a mouthful of blood-stained spit onto the ground. He lifted his head, staring at Qin Tian with a vicious look, his voice hoarse: "You speak well, but it’s just to use us as tools."

"Tribesmen, don’t believe the Empire people’s lies. Haven’t they fooled us enough? Have you forgotten how our tribe was burned? Forgotten how our loved ones died under their blades?"