I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 576: Chapter 457: Rakshasa, Ghost Bullet Returns (Part 3)

The remaining Tier Six Spiritualists were utterly panicked. They didn’t even dare to stand still anymore and frantically fled in different directions, trying to use movement to dodge the bullets.

But it was useless—no matter how they dodged, the lethal bullet always found them. The Spirit Shield was like a facade in front of the bullet.

"Lord Alaya, save me!" a Tier Six Spiritualist shouted in despair as he fled, his eyes full of hopelessness.

They could accept dying under spells or martial techniques.

But to be sniped from afar by a "toy gun," without even seeing the enemy’s shadow—such a way to die was the ultimate humiliation to their dignity.

Alaya’s face grew increasingly ugly, even twisted and fierce.

She had heightened her perception to the extreme, fully activating the "Spectral Tracking" talent exclusive to the Rakshasa line—this talent could capture the minute trajectories of high-speed movements, making it impossible for even a full-speed sprint by a Tier Six powerhouse to hide from her sight.

She indeed caught the bullet’s path, but the trajectory was so bizarre that it chilled her heart.

Some bullets were clearly flying towards empty snow just a moment ago, but the next second, they appeared before the forehead of a Tier Six Spiritualist as if they had traversed space.

Such an irrational shooting trajectory was utterly unpredictable, let alone defendable.

The opponent seemed capable of controlling the spatial coordinates of the bullets, transforming each one into an unnoticeable, lethal phantom that effortlessly tore through all defenses and claimed lives.

"The Ten Great Guns!"

This name suddenly flashed through Alaya’s mind.

In legend, it was a forbidden weapon capable of surpassing ranks and sniping Tier Seven Spiritualists. Only such a level of killer weapon could so effortlessly pierce the spirit shield of a Tier Six powerhouse and achieve a one-shot head blast.

In the past, she would not have paid the Ten Great Guns any mind.

Being a direct lineage Rakshasa of the Luoho Clan, her Tier Seven Holy Blood Physique was far more robust than that of ordinary Tier Seven Spiritualists. Her Spirit Shield could endure standard Tier Seven attacks without breaking. In her view, even the Ten Great Guns posed no threat to her.

Yet at this moment, watching her subordinates fall one by one, observing those bullets reap lives like the scythe of Death, she had to admit that the terror of the Ten Great Guns far exceeded her estimation.

This gun might not threaten a Tier Seven Holy Blood like her, but to a Tier Six Spiritualist, it was an unstoppable nightmare.

The bizarre spatial-shifting trajectories, combined with the penetrating power of the bullets, rendered Tier Six defenses no more than paper.

"Qin Tian!!!"

Alaya’s beautiful face was now twisted. She didn’t need to think to know who had done this.

Qin Tian, it had to be that audacious Guardian Envoy of the Ice Extreme Pass who would have no hesitation in sniping members of the Luoho Clan.

A muffled "peng" sounded again.

The last Tier Six Dark Mage with a Golden Bloodline, attempting to wrap himself in a black mist and flee, found his head suddenly explode without warning.

Thus, all eleven Tier Six Spiritualists who accompanied Alaya perished.

The three hundred elite also fell within the spatial trap.

On the snowy ground, blood and brain matter froze into dark red ice crystals, while bullet shells and limbs were scattered about. The once arrogant Luoho Clan team was now reduced to just Alaya alone, like a trapped beast surrounded by hunters.

At that moment, a silhouette gradually appeared not far from Alaya’s side.

"Qin Tian!"

Dark spiritual energy surged wildly around Alaya as she glared at Qin Tian, her voice icy: "You dare kill members of the Luoho Clan? Aren’t you afraid of our revenge?!"

Qin Tian chuckled, his tone tinged with mockery: "Revenge? You brought people to raid the Ice Extreme Pass at night. Did you expect me to wait for you to come and chop off my head?"

After speaking, his gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Since awakening the Gun Spirit of Shadowstrike in the Demon Suppression Abyss, he had been nurturing the Rune Sniper Rifle with the Emperor’s Power of the Divine Weapon, without interruption for months.

Under such intensive cultivation, Shadowstrike’s performance had visibly skyrocketed, from initially only sniping ordinary Tier Sixes to now easily able to snipe any Tier Six Spiritualist when combined with the Power of Void. Even without a top-notch Body Protecting Spiritual Artifact, he was confident he could take one down with a bullet.

However, all this was just the appetizer; the true main course lay ahead.

Qin Tian looked at Alaya, a flicker of intense battle intent in his eyes.

From the once hapless cannon fodder on battlefields past, he had climbed to become the Guardian Envoy commanding the Ice Extreme Pass. He had fought alongside Holy Blood Descendants but never stood on opposing sides, to truly test his mettle.

The Holy Blood aura he once had to look up to, those considered "favored by the heavens," remained a benchmark in his heart to measure his strength.

And today, this benchmark was finally laid out before him.