I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 381: Chapter 337: Obsidian Corridor, Divine Weapon Blessing

The Obsidian Corridor is a dangerous passage stretching for hundreds of kilometers.

At times, it’s as wide as a plain, yet the ground is riddled with honeycomb-like holes corroded by demonic qi, deep enough to swallow an entire spiritual energy transport vehicle; at other times, it narrows like a path, with slanted black rock walls on either side, and dark red tendrils hanging from the cracks, ready to ensnare the unwary; there are countless forked paths spreading like capillaries, some leading to dead ends with piles of bones meters high, while others wind downward, leading to unknown deeper demon nests.

The wind here is twisted, carrying the smell of rust from the rock walls, the stench of rotten blood, and the burnt scent of spiritual energy, whispering like countless tiny fragments as it blows past.

Sunlight struggles to penetrate the perpetual gray mist, and even if it occasionally falls, it gets absorbed by the black rock layer on the ground, leaving only a faint trace of light at the mountain peak.

Warriors walking through here feel as though the path beneath them is subtly writhing, as if the entire corridor itself were a lurking giant beast, ready to close its jaws and swallow intruders whole.

Just as the battalion crossed a broad area known as “Bone Shard Beach,” Qin Tian suddenly narrowed his eyes.

“Stop!”

Qin Tian’s voice was not loud, yet it carried undeniable authority, like a huge rock thrown into still water, instantly freezing the advancing troops in place.

The engine noise of the spiritual energy transport vehicle abruptly ceased, the footsteps of the warriors halted suddenly, and only the wind’s howl across the Bone Shard Beach continued to echo, swirling the black bone powder from the ground and blurring the view.

Almost simultaneously, over four thousand warriors tensed their bodies, gripping their weapons tighter.

Qin Tian released his spiritual sense, with the heat sources and magnetic fields of hundreds of demons ahead clearly revealing themselves in his mind. This group of demons was very well hidden, fully utilizing their talent to blend themselves into the demonic qi environment, making it possible that even spiritual power scans couldn’t detect them, only becoming apparent within a range of a dozen kilometers.

“Ahead lies hundreds of demons hidden in our path.”

Qin Tian’s voice was calm, “Continue moving forward, slow down a bit. Second Battalion, Third Battalion, prepare for action, wait for my command to eliminate them. Keep it quiet, we don’t want to alert other demon nests.”

“Yes!”

Upon receiving the orders, the Second Battalion’s Captain Feng Xiaotian and Third Battalion’s Deputy Captain Shen Juan responded in unison.

The troops continued to slowly advance, while Qin Tian’s spiritual network quietly connected to all warriors of the two battalions.

“Eight hundred meters ahead, behind the stone pile on the left, there are more than three hundred demons hidden. Under the moss on the right lies a deep pit with over two hundred demons inside, most likely Shadow Demon Wolves.”

Qin Tian’s voice resounded in the minds of all the soldiers, who were taken aback but did not utter a sound, thanks to their high military discipline.

“Soon, Second Battalion will handle the demons on the right, Third Battalion on the left. Start by using spiritual ability magic to force them out, then take it from there.”

The troops kept moving, the spiritual energy transport vehicle’s wheels rolling over the rubble, making sounds quieter than before, as if afraid to disturb the slumbering demons.

The atmosphere within the battalion unknowingly grew tense and heavy, warriors holding their weapons with white knuckles, deliberately lightening their breathing, their vigilant gazes scanning the scenery ahead.

The demonic qi in the air seemed to grow more intense, carrying a faint odor that stimulated everyone’s nerves.

When the troops were about five hundred meters from the demons, Qin Tian’s eyes sharpened, and his mental command instantly transmitted through the spiritual network into every warrior’s mind:

“Take action!”

In the next moment, the mages of Second and Third Battalions simultaneously sprang into action.

The mages of Second Battalion swiftly formed seals with their hands, creating spiritual ability magic imbued with overwhelming energy; fireballs, ice spikes, and wind blades rained down like a meteor shower into the deep pit beneath the moss on the right.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” A series of explosions erupted, blasting open the moss around the pit, with stones splintering and the Shadow Demon Wolves hidden inside caught off guard by this sudden assault, releasing anguished roars.

Meanwhile, the mages of Third Battalion were busy as well, with spiritual ability magic screaming through the air toward the stone pile on the left, exploding it open, exposing the demons hidden behind to everyone’s view.

As the magical attacks descended, Qin Tian spread his hands, unleashing the golden energy within him, forming two massive golden shields that enveloped the warriors of Second and Third Battalions.

The power of the [Divine Weapon Blessing] instantly surged into each warrior’s weapon, which already sharp, now radiated even more brilliant light, the blades seeming to flow with golden streams, the spear tips flickering with a chilling gleam.

“Charge!”

Following Feng Xiaotian’s command, Second Battalion’s warriors charged like a fierce tiger down the mountain, toward the deep pit on the right.

Feng Xiaotian, wielding a longsword, led the charge into the Shadow Demon Wolves’ lair. His gaze fixed on a Shadow Demon Wolf emanating Tier Five waves, twisting his wrist, the longsword whistled through the air, aimed straight at the heart.

The demon wolf reacted swiftly, its body slipping to the side like a ghost, barely evading the sword tip. Almost simultaneously as it dodged, it raised a claw covered in dark scales, with boiling demonic qi rushing toward Feng Xiaotian’s throat, its claw tips tearing through the air with a piercing screech that hurt the eardrums.

Feng Xiaotian’s heart tightened, his footwork changed rapidly, his waist twisted fiercely, and the longsword in his hand turned from a stab to a slash, the sword edge precisely colliding with the demon claw.

“Pssh—”

A light sound echoed as the longsword pierced through the hard claw of the demon wolf as if slicing through tofu, deeply embedding into the claw’s center, severing the bones within. Dark green blood spurted along the sword blade, splashing onto Feng Xiaotian’s armguard, emitting a “sizzle” of corrosion.

Feng Xiaotian’s pupils shrank suddenly, his hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, his face full of disbelief and shock.

This longsword had followed him for three years, and though it was a top-tier Spiritual Artifact, it had never been so terrifyingly sharp!

Instinctively, he lowered his head to look at the sword body, seeing a faint golden glow slowly flowing along the sword’s spine, like a living vessel.

In an instant, Feng Xiaotian had the answer in his heart — this was the ability Qin Tian had just used.

The ability was actually bestowed upon the weapon; it was truly incredible.

On the other side, Lu Sheng dragged a great saber towards the demon wolves, the blade bearing several noticeable small notches — scars from years of battle.

He charged howling into the demon horde on the left, an ominous demon wolf lunged at him, its sharp claws slashing towards his face with a foul-smelling wind.

Without thinking, Lu Sheng swung the great saber, the blade streaking with golden light through the air. With a “pssh” sound, it cut through the demon wolf’s neck as if slicing tofu.

“Hey, this power…” Lu Sheng’s eyes widened, his gaze inadvertently swept across the blade, and he suddenly froze, his eyes bulging — the small notches were now smooth and clean, the blade gleaming with a cold silver light as if freshly forged from the furnace.

“What… what’s going on?” He instinctively touched the blade with his rough fingers, feeling the cold touch but finding no bumps.

Before he could react, a strange warmth surged within his dantian, spreading to his limbs, the muscles on his arms slightly swelling as if a force was about to burst out.

Lu Sheng couldn’t help but let out a low shout, swinging the great saber horizontally at a demon wolf trying to sneak attack him. The strike, with a sharp whistle of breaking air, directly sliced the demon wolf in half, the incision emitting a faint golden smoke.

“Damn, is this still my saber!”

Lu Sheng exclaimed in surprise, glancing back at Qin Tian, who observed calmly. In his heart there was only one thought.

Captain, you’re awesome!

A young soldier held a Spiritual Energy rifle, charging with the main force. He aimed at a demon and pulled the trigger, firing a bullet that originally would leave just a small wound. Now it directly penetrated the demon’s body, making it tremble, just before its head was chopped off by someone.

The soldier opened his mouth in surprise, looking down at the golden glow flowing on the gun, a strong fiery expression emerged in his eyes.

The warriors felt the changes in their weapons, their morale greatly enhanced, charging at the demons more fiercely.

With the blessing of the Divine Weapon on their weapons, they reaped the demons’ lives like the scythe of the Death God, the demon wolves’ claws only sparking against their armor without leaving any damage.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of demons were swept away without a trace.

At this moment, all the warriors’ focus was on Qin Tian.

The sunlight pierced through the grey mist of the Obsidian Corridor, casting a golden edge around Qin Tian’s upright silhouette, coating his surroundings with a layer of gold.

The ground beneath him still bore the marks of battle, the black rocks stained with demon blood, emitting a pungent odor, yet he stood there peacefully as if those hundreds of shadow demon wolves were merely scattered dust.

In the eyes of the warriors, shock and excitement surged like a tide.

They vividly recalled the casualties required for a hard-won victory against a similar number of demons last time; understanding that the recent overwhelming attack was not merely accomplished by courage — it was the golden light flowing on the weapons that made this would-be fierce battle so effortlessly won.

Someone couldn’t help but touch their weapon, the smooth blade, and the abundant sense of power all silently stating that what just happened was no illusion.

Lu Sheng grinned, revealing white teeth, the bloodstains on his face unable to hide the fervor in his eyes; Feng Xiaotian’s mouth curved uncontrollably upward, looking at Qin Tian with increased reverence; the young soldier’s chest heaved violently, thousands of eyes gathered on Qin Tian, like countless flickering flames, hot and sizzling.

Within those eyes, there was respect for the strong, hope for the future, and an unprecedented cohesion — at this moment, they were extremely certain that following this new captain, the Chijin Battlegroup would definitely go further.

Qin Tian sensed the fiery gazes, slowly turned around, looking at these warriors with bright eyes despite their bloodstained faces, nodded slightly, his voice spreading through the battlefield with Spiritual Power: “Clean the battlefield, continue advancing in five minutes.”

“Yes!”

The response was louder than ever before, shaking the stones on the rock wall to fall, carrying the power of breaking clouds and rocks, echoing through the Obsidian Corridor for a long time.