I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 370 - 331: Soul Devouring Hellfire (Orange)
Chapter 370: Chapter 331: Soul Devouring Hellfire (Orange)
Whish——
The fierce wind felt like knives, mercilessly slicing across Yan Song’s face, bringing with it the gravel and chill unique to the wastelands. He was held by the cold claws of the Silver-winged Demon, its scaly surface like needles tempered with ice, piercing the skin on his neck, making his breathing intermittently painful.
“Let go… let go of me!” Yan Song struggled violently, limbs flailing aimlessly, but the strength of the Silver-winged Demon was overwhelming, its grasp like iron pincers unmoved.
Fear entwined his heart like tendrils, especially when he saw the emotionless, emerald vertical pupils of the demon. A despair deep enough to reach the bone shot from his soles to the top of his head—he had never imagined he would be nearing death in such a humiliating manner.
At this moment, the Silver-winged Demon suddenly lowered its head, its nose almost brushing his forehead, and in its vertical pupils, his distorted face was clearly reflected.
Then, under Yan Song’s incredulous gaze, an almost indifferent voice calmly escaped from that mouth full of sharp teeth:
“There’s no need to struggle, you’re dead.”
Yan Song’s pupils shrank suddenly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
This wasn’t the demon’s usual hoarse howl, but the articulate Empire’s common language, each syllable crisply clear.
What chilled him even more was that this voice… had an indescribable familiarity, as if he’d heard it somewhere before.
Was it an illusion?
Before he could ponder further, the demonic Qi surrounding the Silver-winged Demon suddenly surged, and there seemed to be a hint of human mockery in its vertical pupils.
Whish——
A silver Void Gate opened out of thin air in front of them, revealing an abyss of endless darkness behind.
Yan Song’s eyes widened in shock, countless fragmented memories exploded in his mind—his mysterious poisoning, the precise lethal intent of the Silver-winged Demon, and that infuriatingly familiar voice…
“Qin Tian!!! You’re Qin Tian!!!” He screamed with all the strength left in his body, his voice hoarse and distorted from suffocation, yet filled with utmost shock and disbelief.
With the instant they passed through the Void Gate, the fierce wind suddenly ceased, and the scene around them switched rapidly.
The ravaging demonic Qi dissipated, replaced by the dry air characteristic of plains, the distant skyline clear to see, even the wind gentled.
“Thud!”
Yan Song was thrown to the ground with force, landing face-first into the mud; he lay on the muddy ground, coughing violently, greedily inhaling fresh air, the pain in his neck reminded him of the near-death experience just moments ago.
“Qin Tian, it is you!!!” He laboriously propped up his upper body, raised his head, and fixed his gaze on the Silver-winged Demon before him, eyes filled with venom and madness, “You dare turn into the form of a Silver-winged Demon to kill me! Aren’t you afraid that once this is exposed, the Military Department and the Yan Family will destroy you?”
The Silver-winged Demon stood in place, its emerald eyes quietly observing him without attacking immediately.
After a moment, the demonic Qi surrounding it began to recede, the metallic wings slowly folded, and the black scales retreated like ebbing tides, revealing skin that belonged to a human.
Qin Tian’s face gradually surfaced in the sunlight, he looked at the disheveled Yan Song on the ground, a cold curve appeared on his lips: “Military Department? Yan Family?”
He squatted down slowly, his gaze leveling with Yan Song, his voice full of unapologetic sarcasm: “Everyone saw that the one who killed you is the Silver-winged Demon. What’s that got to do with me, Qin Tian?”
“You…”
Yan Song jerked his head up, his chest heaving violently, feeling as though a lump was stuck in his throat.
He realized—during the Silver-winged Demon’s assault and his abduction, everything happened under everyone’s watch; at this moment, Qin Tian should even still be in the ruined camp.
Even if his body is discovered, the vendetta would only be pinned on the demon, who would suspect the Qin Tian who was sitting right next to him then?
A cold sweat instantly drenched his back, his prior arrogance and venom frozen by a wave of icy fear.
He looked into Qin Tian’s eyes, seeing the unmistakable intent to kill devoid of warmth, and suddenly realized—the other had never planned to let him return alive, and had no regard for the Yan Family from the start.
“Qin… Qin Tian,” Yan Song’s voice suddenly softened, he even tried to pull a flattering smile, appearing especially distorted due to the blood on his face, “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have used you, nor should I have opposed you.”
He struggled to rise, knees barely bending halfway before Qin Tian stomped his back down, slamming him heavily into the ground.
Mud invaded his mouth and nose, humiliation surged over him like a tide, yet he dared not utter a sound.
“Mercy, please!” Yan Song’s voice carried a sobbing tone, showing not the slightest arrogance of the Golden Clan’s genius, “I’m willing to give you Heaven-Burning Purgatory, it’s one of the Ten Great Guns, no less than your Dark Moon. Moreover, I’m willing to offer you the position of commander of the Chijin Battlegroup, just let me go, I promise to never pursue this matter again.”
He pleaded incoherently, fingers clawing at the dirt, his nails filled with dead grass. The fear of death coiled around his heart like a poisonous serpent, all those identities, bloodline, and power he once pridefully held, became laughable props in the face of life and death.
Qin Tian looked down at his trembling back, the body beneath him still twitching from fear.
He slowly withdrew his foot, nudging Yan Song’s cheek: “Now you know how to be afraid?”
Yan Song quickly flipped himself over, kneeling on the ground, knocking his forehead against the rocks repeatedly, until blood seeped through, “I’m scared! I’m truly scared! Qin Tian, have mercy, consider me a dog, just spare me this once!”
