I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 965: Chapter 628: Unwavering Resolve, Saving Others

Hanshuo City’s streets

A group of Beastmen walked together, attracting all eyes.

At the front of the party stood side by side the Eternal Ice Silkworm and the Purgatory White Tiger of the Beastman Royal Family.

The Eternal Ice Silkworm had a slender figure, a plain white robe complementing its cool demeanor, silver hair cascading like silk, the tips gleaming with icy light, while transparent thin wings behind it radiated an ice-blue aura, exuding ice-type Spiritual Energy, its face both handsome and distant.

The Purgatory White Tiger was towering and muscular, with a tiger’s head on a human body, snow-white fur intertwined with black stripes, a blood-red "king" prominently on its forehead, eyes sharp, aura imposing, forming a stark contrast with the Eternal Ice Silkworm.

Behind them followed dozens of Beastmen, clearly divided.

On the left were the ice-type subordinates of the Eternal Ice Silkworm, surrounded by the cold auras of the Ice Wolf Race and the Snow Cat Race.

On the right were the subordinates of the Purgatory White Tiger, including fierce Beastmen such as the Flame Tiger Race and the Dark Gold Demon Xiong.

The party marched with steady steps, and wherever they passed, pedestrians hastily gave way, their eyes filled with fear and dread towards the Beastman Royal Family.

"Eternal Ice Silkworm, Purgatory White Tiger... Those are Beastman Royal Family members. How come they appear in Hanshuo City?"

Liang He furrowed his brow, staring at the backs of the Beastmen, his voice filled with confusion.

"Could it be related to the Nine Star Martial Meet?"

Kennis locked his gaze on the Beastmen’s silhouettes, murmuring to himself.

"Nine Star Martial Meet?"

Liang He turned to look at Kennis, confusion spreading across his face.

Kennis slowly explained, "I only have limited understanding about the Nine Star Martial Meet. I heard my superior mentioning it by chance before. The teams participating in the Nine Star Martial Meet include not only our Royal Soldiers and elites from various Bloodline families but also teams from the Beastman tribe."

"What?!"

Liang He was shocked: "You just mentioned that the Celestial Stele Light is the Empire’s Divine Artifact. How could they allow the Beastmen to take a share?"

Kennis shook his head, his tone resigned: "I don’t know the specifics, but my superior indicated that the Celestial Stele Light is not easily obtained; it requires killing numerous demons to acquire. Perhaps the Empire’s personnel are stretched thin, prompting them to enlist the Beastman tribe’s help."

The Empire’s personnel insufficient?

Liang He shook his head internally.

While there might be hidden issues within the Empire, claiming a shortage of personnel is downright absurd—whether common civilians or Spiritual Energy experts, the Empire’s interior is teeming with countless individuals.

Clearly, there’s another hidden reason.

"Thinking so much is pointless; your priority now is to enlist." Kennis patted his shoulder, pointing forward, "The recruitment office is just ahead. I’ve arranged everything; your records are clear. Just show a bit of your strength inside, and you’ll enlist smoothly. Later, I’ll find a way to transfer you to my squad, so we can both strive to qualify for the Nine Star Martial Meet."

Liang He glanced deeply at the direction where the Beastmen left, suppressing his doubts, and nodded heavily: "Alright, Kennis, I’ll bother you with this."

"No need for politeness between us!"

Kennis laughed, giving Liang He’s shoulder a friendly punch, then led him towards the nearby recruitment office.

But they had scarcely taken a few steps when suddenly chaos erupted ahead, mixed with a child’s heart-wrenching cries, shattering the street’s tranquility.

Their faces changed drastically; before Liang He could react, Kennis had already darted forward, charging without hesitation.

"Kennis..."

Liang He reached out but grasped air, watching his friend’s retreating figure, shaking his head helplessly.

This guy, still so reckless!

Thinking this, he swiftly followed.

...

Elsewhere, the Beastman party walked slowly, admiring the nearby street scene.

At this moment, Raymond, the Purgatory White Tiger, turned to Eternal Ice Silkworm Kesler beside him, his hoarse and deep voice saturated with sarcasm:

"Kesler, is this the realm of that human lord who defeated Unol back then? Doesn’t seem that impressive."

Kesler’s tone was neutral, gaze unshaken: "Raymond, I know what you’re thinking. You believe Unol, as a direct lineage of the Eternal Ice Silkworm, being defeated by a not-Holy Blood human, is a disgrace to the Beastman Royal Family, and that the Eternal Ice Silkworm is nothing remarkable."

Raymond’s lips curled in unapologetically mocking fashion: "Precisely, that’s what I think. Your direct lineages of the Eternal Ice Silkworm actually lost to a not-Holy Blood human. Unol was used as a bargaining chip, forcing us to concede in the terms. Kesler, perhaps you should withdraw from competing in the Nine Star Martial Meet, leaving the slots to us, and save your lives when encountering that human once more."

"Hehehe..."

No sooner had Raymond finished his sentence than his Beastman servants erupted in mocking laughter, their eyes brazenly ridiculing.

But the Ice Beastmen behind Kesler immediately halted, glaring angrily—dishonor to their master meant death to them; in their hearts, the Eternal Ice Silkworm clan was supreme, allowing no such insult.

With just a command from Kesler, they would rush forward, tearing these insolent individuals apart.

Yet Kesler’s face remained calm, speaking softly: "Raymond, if you only came here to mock me, your goal is attained. But..."

He slowly turned, locking eyes with Raymond, a cold curve playing at the corner of his mouth, "I heard that one of your Tier Eight elders of the Purgatory White Tiger was made into a puppet by the human Blood Demon Cult, completely serving at their behest. Compared to Unol’s failure, the true embarrassment to the Royal Family must be you Purgatory White Tigers, right?"

Boom!

As these words were spoken, blood-colored Evil Qi surged from Raymond, his eyes blood-red like crimson, staring coldly at Kesler, articulating each word, his tone icy cold, "Kesler, are you seeking death?"