I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 975: Chapter 633: Shakedown

Thump——

A burly figure stumbled out of the spatial black hole and fell heavily onto the ice field’s snow, stirring up a cloud of snow mist.

"Your Highness!"

The beastmen waiting nearby quickly gathered and carefully helped Raymond up.

At this moment, Raymond’s face was ghastly, his lips were cracked, his body weak and powerless, without the strength to even lift his hand. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and depression, a far cry from the fierce image of a Purgatory White Tiger.

"Your Highness, what’s wrong with you?"

The beastmen looked at his bloodless face and noticed the blood seeping from his chest, each appearing tense and urgently inquiring.

"I’m fine."

Raymond slowly shook his head, his voice weak, with each word tugging at the wound on his chest, causing him to furrow his brow in pain.

Nearby, Kesler glanced at Raymond’s miserable state, a trace of subtle mockery flashing in his eyes.

Fool.

He immediately saw through Raymond’s predicament—Essence Blood deficiency.

For the Purgatory White Tiger clan, known for their strong physique, ordinary bleeding was hardly worth mentioning.

They naturally possessed horrifying blood regeneration abilities, capable of quick recovery even if half the blood in their bodies was lost.

But Raymond’s current weakness couldn’t be simply explained by excessive blood loss; his essence blood was already damaged.

Although this physical damage wasn’t permanent, it required vast amounts of rare resources and a long time to heal. Even for someone like Raymond, from the direct lineage of the Purgatory White Tiger, the cost would be distressing.

Kesler, who was already at odds with the headstrong White Tiger clan, and just had a quarrel with Raymond on the ice field that nearly escalated, was delighted to see Raymond in such a state. Far from feeling any sympathy, he relished Raymond’s misfortune, wishing he were even more severely injured.

Swish——

Just as the beastmen supported Raymond to barely stand firm, a black figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Seeing Qin Tian appear, all the beastmen present immediately froze, their eyes showing undisguised fear.

Qin Tian glanced at them and said calmly:

"You may leave."

Upon hearing this, the beastmen were overjoyed, eager to leave immediately.

"Go..."

Raymond weakly expelled a word, carefully supported by two beastmen, staggered toward the depths of the ice field under the gaze of soldiers from the Azure Dragon Army.

"Your Highness."

At this moment, a tiger-man guard quietly approached Raymond, looking back at the direction of Hanshuo City’s gates, where a charred body was hanging, none other than Crimson Flame Tiger-man Dalu.

He lowered his voice, full of worry, "Dalu...are we just leaving him like this?"

Raymond slowly shook his head, his eyes flashed with helplessness and unwillingness: "I can’t rescue him now, I’ll think of a way to redeem him once we’re back."

The tiger-man bit his lip tightly, looked back once more at his hanging companion on the city gate, eyes filled with humiliation and reluctance, ultimately gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, supporting Raymond as they left.

Meanwhile, Kesler also led his ice beastmen away.

Suddenly, a voice directly entered his mind.

"Kesler, remember to deliver the deposit to me within three days."

Without pausing, Kesler responded calmly in his mind, "Didn’t we already agree? Once the matter is done, I’ll tell you the whereabouts of the Amber of Time and Space."

"The agreement still stands."

Qin Tian watched Kesler’s back, tone flat: "However, the Amber of Time and Space is too elusive. If I help you kill Broden and get nothing in return, it would be all for naught. So, I need something more substantial."

Kesler frowned slightly, patiently asked, "What do you want?"

"A ton of Tier Seven Ice Silkworm Silk."

Qin Tian said lightly.

Crack——

Kesler stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

"Your Highness, what’s wrong?" The ice beastmen beside him noticed his unusual reaction and asked with concern.

"Nothing."

Kesler took a deep breath and slowly shook his head, his complexion slightly darkened.

"Qin Tian, do you know what you’re saying? A ton of Tier Seven Ice Silkworm Silk! Even if you’re opening your mouth wide like a lion, there should be a limit!"

From previously referring to "General Qin," the shift to calling him by name indicated Kesler’s anger.

"Oh, is that so? Then less, one hundred kilograms." Qin Tian smiled lightly.

During the previous battle with Unol, he had captured a lot of Ice Silk and gained a deep understanding of this material. The silk produced by Tier Seven eternal ice silkworms is incredibly light, just one percent the weight of ordinary silk, almost imperceptible, yet its toughness and sharpness are terrifying.

Used offensively, it can easily cut through battleship hulls; defensively, clothing woven from it can easily resist Tier Seven Spiritual Energy attacks and drastically reduce impact.

Part of the captured Ice Silk was used to upgrade the poisonous widow’s Spider Silk gloves.

The new gloves made from Tier Seven Ice Silkworm Silk, coupled with the nurturing and strengthening of the Soldier Immortal’s power, were on par with the exclusive weapons of Xiong and Terreda.

With these gloves, even the poisonous widow, who’s not skilled in direct combat, could hold her ground among the Tier Six powerhouses, capable of standing against top experts.

And the majority of the remaining Ice Silk he entrusted to Taoist Duobao to refine fifteen sets of ice silkworm clothes for himself and his close ones.