I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 705 - 512: Heart Demon Tribulation, Awakening_2

"Marshal Lin."

Qin Tian’s voice was somewhat hoarse, and his body involuntarily tensed up.

This was his first time meeting Marshal Lin, and the invisible pressure emanating from the other was terrifying, like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulders, causing his knees to slightly buckle, almost unable to support his body.

"Qin Tian, this is our first meeting."

Marshal Lin walked over slowly, his steps steady, each step seeming to step on Qin Tian’s heartbeat.

"I’ve always valued you highly. Like me, you hail from a lineage of clones, but you surpassed me by far—from Spirit Awakening to Tier Seven Spiritualist, you only took three years, and even the Holy Blood Prodigies are no match for you. Originally, in my plan, you were to be my successor, and all my resources and power would have been inherited by you in the future."

Marshal Lin’s tone was calm, like a conversation between friends, yet Qin Tian’s heart suddenly trembled. Just as he was about to speak, Marshal Lin suddenly shifted his tone, his eyes becoming as sharp as knives: "However, I didn’t expect you to be an intruding demon of this realm—an Evil God."

Boom!

These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Qin Tian’s mind!

His greatest secret, his deepest fear, was laid bare—he was a Transmigrator, not a native of this world!

"Qin Tian! Qin Tian!"

From a distant rooftop, two figures suddenly appeared.

Dongfang Mingyue struggled desperately, her eyes red, tears streaming down her cheeks, pitifully beautiful.

But Dongfang Haoyue held her arm firmly, his expression cold as ice: "Mingyue, didn’t you hear Marshal Lin’s words? He’s an otherworldly demon! Just think, how could an ordinary Cloned Soldier advance to Tier Seven in three years, how could he overpower top-tier Holy Blood Prodigies?"

"There’s only one explanation—he is not of our world! He is more dangerous than the Evil God, here to destroy our realm!"

"I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!" Dongfang Mingyue cried, shaking her head, her voice pleading, "Brother, Qin Tian saved my life! He risked his life to protect me several times, how could he be a demon?"

"That was all a task from Marshal Lin! He had to do it to gain trust and lurk among us!" Dongfang Haoyue interrupted her harshly, his tone cold and unfeeling, "He is an enemy of the Empire, an enemy of the entire realm! Today, no one can save him!"

With that, Dongfang Haoyue ignored Dongfang Mingyue’s struggles, forcibly dragging her away, disappearing beyond the rooftop.

On the street, only Qin Tian, Marshal Lin, and the tight encirclement of the Empire’s elite troops remained.

"Qin Tian, surrender." Marshal Lin’s voice was still calm, but carried an undeniable authority.

Qin Tian was silent for a moment, then a bitter curve appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Marshal Lin, I never intended to betray the Empire."

"Whether I believe you or not, is not important." Marshal Lin said calmly, his tone devoid of any waves.

The bitterness at the corner of Qin Tian’s mouth deepened. In front of Marshal Lin and the Empire’s elite, even as a Tier Seven Spiritualist, or even Tier Eight or Nine, escape was absolutely impossible.

What a hasty ending...

He sighed and then slowly raised his head. Behind him, the void rippled, and the Night Demon Wings, black as ink, suddenly unfolded, the wing membranes covered in dark golden lightning patterns, purple electricity surged in his eyes, darkness and the Power of Thunder entwined around him, radiating a violent and resolute aura.

Today, he might not escape death, but even if he were to die, he would die a glorious death!

Not in vain did he walk this world!

"Still want to resist?" Marshal Lin’s eyes flashed a cold light, raising his hand to press lightly.

Boom!

In the sky, a giant hand that blotted out the sun suddenly condensed, like the legendary Five-Finger Mountain, carrying world-destroying pressure, pressing down on Qin Tian.

Before the hand even landed, the street and shops below could no longer bear the weight, collapsing and sinking, leaving five deep fingerprint marks on the ground, cracks spreading like a spider’s web.

Qin Tian was locked in place by a terrifying aura, unable to even move a finger.

He could clearly feel the breath of death, like a cold venomous snake, coiling around his neck.

"Indeed, the gap is still too wide."

Qin Tian sighed inwardly. Before the God of the Empire’s army, his strength was ultimately too weak.

But waiting for death was never his style.

Even if he were to die, he would stand tall and fight to the last moment!

He bit his teeth, slowly grasping the hilt of the Black Frost Saber with his right hand.

This simple action now took all his strength, the blade scraping against the scabbard, making a piercing "sizzling" sound, as if voicing its unwillingness.

The giant hand above drew closer, its shadow enveloping the entire street, the pressure of death nearly suffocating him.

Qin Tian slowly lowered his eyes, unwillingness welling up in his heart

To die like this, is truly unwilling...

"Qin Tian, wake up! Your friends are about to be killed by those demons!"

At that moment, a tender yet urgent voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

Qin Tian was startled, and his consciousness cleared a bit: "Who are you?"

"Haven’t you woken up? I’m Blaze, the Gun Spirit of Heaven-Burning Purgatory!"

Blaze? Heaven-Burning Purgatory?

Dusty memories surged into his mind—the companions in the icy chasm, the Heart Demon Tribulation to be crossed, Ice Heart Lotus Seed, Ice God Treasure Vault... Qin Tian’s eyes snapped open, looking at the shattered street before him, the calmly standing Marshal Lin, surrounded soldiers...

No, no, no!

The Imperial Capital, Dongfang Mingyue, Dongfang Haoyue, Marshal Lin... all of it was false!