I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 879: Chapter 590: Return and Furious Wrath

Snow was swirling all over the sky, the cold wind howling like blades cutting.

The sky over Mingwang Planet was gradually darkening, the shadows of the polar night quietly shrouding the land, the temperature plummeting, the chill piercing to the bone.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was dead silent; only the sobbing sound of wind and snow echoed over this blood‑stained snowy plain.

The sounds of slaughter, screams, and Weapons clashing from just now seemed to have been completely devoured by the frigid wind of the polar night, leaving only scattered corpses and congealed blood‑ice on the ground, telling of the ferocity of the battle just fought.

In this battle, the Moluo Race Warriors, relying on nearly triple the numbers, the innate dual high immunities of Energy Life to both physical and magical attacks, and their consummate Spatial Ability, had almost with a record of no injuries annihilated the tens of thousands of troops of the Moon Ghost Army.

On the Tier Six battlefield, the generals of Ice Extreme Pass were likewise unstoppable, using absolute crushing force to slaughter all the high‑ranking officers of the Moon Ghost Army.

Now, the only ones still alive on the battlefield were the three Tier Seven Spiritualists lying at Qin Tian’s feet—Kuroki Hitomi, Kyou Yagami, and Yagyū Jūzōsaburō.

The scene was so quiet one could hear the sound of snowflakes falling; the Moluo Warriors stood on the snowy plain, looking at the human corpses spread before them, their hearts unruffled.

In their eyes, these human Warriors were far too weak compared to the ferocious, brutal, and difficult‑to‑deal‑with Blood Gu Beasts back home.

Of course, there were some among them with quite formidable strength, but they were completely unfamiliar with how to fight against Space Element ability users, and even more unable to precisely locate the Energy cores of the Moluo Warriors.

That was their only weakness; if you couldn’t find the weakness, you could only passively take a beating, unable to inflict even effective damage.

Adif stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

In this battle, the Moluo Race had shown their momentum and their might; it could be considered a perfect pledge of allegiance handed over to Ice Extreme Pass.

From the eyes of the generals of Ice Extreme Pass at the side, he clearly saw recognition and appreciation.

And this was precisely the confidence with which the Moluo Race could gain a foothold at Ice Extreme Pass.

Indeed, after this battle, the generals of Ice Extreme Pass had truly and deeply witnessed the power and terrifying nature of the Moluo Race.

These Alien Race beings were not of flesh and blood, but pure Energy Life, which meant they would not easily be injured and felt no pain; in a fight to the death, this trait alone was enough to let them occupy an absolute advantage.

What was even more shocking was that these tens of thousands of Moluo Warriors were actually all Space Element ability users; their control over space was consummate—teleportation, spatial rifts, spatial slicing—each ability could exert a lethal effect on the battlefield.

If such beings were to become enemies, what awaited them would only be deep despair.

But fortunately, the Moluo Race were comrades who would fight side by side with them in the future.

Thinking of this, everyone’s hearts were filled with joy and excitement.

Within Ice Extreme Pass, another immovable, solid force had been added; when facing any powerful enemy in the future, they would all have that much more confidence.

“It’s over.”

Qin Tian stood in the center of the snowy plain, his gaze calmly sweeping over the blood‑stained ground at his feet and the corpses everywhere.

With a wave of his large hand, surging Telekinesis swept out, lifting all the corpses on the battlefield and suspending them in midair.

Immediately after, a Gate of Space slowly opened before him; the suspended corpses, like a surging flood, poured continuously into the Gate of Space.

In the past, these corpses would all have been used as fertilizer for Jie La, but now that Jie La had better nourishment, these dead Spiritualist corpses had become somewhat tasteless.

Fortunately, under his command there was still an excellent “cleaner”—that mother insect he had just subdued.

Hand these corpses over for the mother insect to devour, and it would be able to analyze human genes and incubate a new generation of Insect Race Warriors, making full use of them.

Once the corpses were dealt with, only Kuroki Hitomi, Kyou Yagami, and Yagyū Jūzōsaburō remained.

Qin Tian grabbed with one hand, three streaks of flowing light rose from the ground, and the unconscious trio were wrapped by Telekinesis and sent together into the mirror world.

As for these three Tier Seven Spiritualists, he had long since made other plans.

Keeping them alive was more valuable than simply killing them.

…

Ice Extreme Pass, Martial Arts Plaza.

Barbarian Warriors, soldiers of the White Tiger Legion, and the permanent garrison of Ice Extreme Pass were densely gathered together; every face was filled with tension and worry, and the air was thick with a repressive atmosphere.

Not long ago, generals such as Ran Tu and Xue Wuyang had hurriedly informed everyone that the Military Lord had returned, and that after coming back, he had directly taken a group of high‑ranking generals to go avenge themselves on the Moon Ghost Army.

When they learned of the Military Lord’s return, the entire army instantly boiled; everyone was incomparably excited, and the pent‑up frustration in their hearts finally had an outlet.

They had long been waiting for the Military Lord to return and avenge those Barbarian brothers who had died in the battle over the Spirit Pool.

But the Military Lord’s actions made everyone’s hearts clench.

He had indeed gone to take revenge, but he had brought only a little over twenty high‑ranking generals, without taking a single other soldier.

A mere twenty‑odd people charging against the tens of thousands of troops of the Moon Ghost Army—no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like courting death.

Although everyone had an almost obsessive trust in the Military Lord, believing he could do anything, this time even the most loyal Barbarian Warriors couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

From time to time they looked in the direction of the command center, sweat unconsciously seeping from their palms and foreheads, anxiety spreading like a rising tide.

As time passed, minute by minute, the atmosphere at the scene grew more and more agitated and uneasy.