I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 441 - 373: Expanding Connections, End of War (Part 3)

Chapter 441: Chapter 373: Expanding Connections, End of War (Part 3)

“Hmm, it’s time to go back.”

Qin Tian nodded.

The purpose of coming to the Demon Suppression Abyss has been achieved, and now it’s time to leave.

After months of fierce battles, everyone in the team is physically and mentally exhausted. Especially the demonic qi environment within the Demon Suppression Abyss, which subtly erodes both the body and mind, making people more irritable and angry. This is particularly evident in the Barbarian Warriors.

“Great! We can finally leave this ghostly place!”

The Poisonous Widow was so excited that her fingertips trembled, nearly bringing her to tears.

Only God knows the kind of torment the purgatory-like environment of the Demon Suppression Abyss is for a woman obsessed with beauty.

Not to mention bathing in hot water, even clear water for wiping oneself had to be sparingly used. Every day was filled with sandstorms and bloodstains, and her carefully maintained hair had long become matted, the tips tinged with a dry yellow.

She glanced down at her skirt, stained and dirty, and recalled the radiant image she had in the mirror before the battle, making her more eager to retreat — a few more months here, and she feared she’d become a mud-covered primitive.

“You’ve indeed had a tough time lately. When we return, I’ll give you a three-month vacation. You can enjoy yourself to the fullest,” Qin Tian said with a smile.

“Thank you, boss!”

The Poisonous Widow’s eyes lit up. To be honest, ever since she joined the boss, she hadn’t really had a break. Her life had been even tougher than it was with the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves.

Previously, she was not exactly a combat elite and relied solely on poison to intimidate others. But now, after honing her skills in over a hundred battles, her combat strength had skyrocketed.

This should be something to be happy about, but the process was truly too arduous.

Now, she just wants to hurry back, get a good few nights of sleep, indulge in a month of beauty treatments, and then take her high salary from the boss — and shop till she drops.

Upon learning that the troops were about to retreat from the Demon Suppression Abyss, the Chijin Battlegroup’s camp erupted.

Deafening cheers overturned the makeshift tents; members dropped their weapons, embraced each other, and even the usually reserved veterans had tears in their eyes.

Some dug out clean clothes buried at the bottom of their packs, eagerly changing into them; others took out cherished family photos, gently caressing the smiling faces with their rough fingers; there were even a few mischievous new recruits who mimicked the Barbarian Race’s war dance, hopping on the scorching ground, drawing kind-hearted laughter.

“We can finally leave this ghostly place!” A tall and thin scout kicked a nearby stone with force, sending shards flying as he grinned, baring his white teeth, “The first thing I’m doing when I get back is sleep for three days and three nights!”

“I’m going to the barbecue place under my building, order ten pounds of beast ribs, and two barrels of ale!”

Excited words surged like a tide, mixing with the clashing of weapons and the thudding of boots, forming a noisy and fervent song.

The pent-up fatigue, fear, and longing of the past few months all transformed into wild joy at this moment, gushing out from everyone’s throats, smiles, and glistening eyes.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the camp, watching the lively scene before him, with a slight upward curve on his lips.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, his voice tinged with amusement, “Keep up your spirits! Before we head back, check your gear. We’re going home in style, and nobody gets left behind!”

“Yes!”

Thousands of voices replied in unison, shaking the molten-lava steam above them.

Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the demonic qi, painting a golden edge on everyone’s shoulder and illuminating the hope in their eyes for the future.

The wind and sand of the Demon Suppression Abyss remained fierce, but at this moment, even the wind seemed to carry the scent of home.