I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 458 - 384: Displaying Strength and Joining

Chapter 458: Chapter 384: Displaying Strength and Joining

“How about now? Do you believe it?” Terreda looked at Mu Ya, his gaze sweeping over the new Barbarians behind him.

Looking around, there were hundreds of unfamiliar faces, several times the number of their first batch of Barbarians.

His heart couldn’t help but heat up. If he could convince all these compatriots, the strength of the Barbarian battalion would increase several folds, giving them more confidence to reclaim their homeland and drive out intruders in the future.

Mu Ya’s gaze fluctuated intensely, his fingertips gripping the handle of the stone axe tightly — his resistance to humans was engraved in his bones, but his desire to “become stronger” was ignited by the towering pillar of Qi and blood moments ago.

The deep-seated hatred of his clansmen’s blood sea pressed heavily on his heart. He knew better than anyone that without strength, all talk of revenge was empty. Before him lay an opportunity to strengthen the entire tribe, and he couldn’t bring himself to push it away.

“By working for that human, will they really set us free and let us return to our homeland?” Mu Ya’s voice carried a slight tremble that was hard to detect, his last concern.

“Of course! I swear by the bloodline of the Barbarian race!” Terreda’s tone was firm, filled with trust in Qin Tian.

During this time following the boss, he had seen clearly that if the boss intended to deceive them, why pour so many resources into them?

Wouldn’t it be much easier just to treat us as cannon fodder?

Mu Ya remained silent for a moment, then asked, “What about the other clansmen? Will those elderly and children who aren’t skilled in combat be treated well too?”

“Just look at the clansmen behind me, and you’ll know!” Terreda stepped aside, revealing the elderly, women, and children among the tribesmen, who were surrounded and talking — they were dressed in clean and thick cotton robes, with faces showing peaceful smiles, no longer displaying the past fear when they were in the slave camp.

“They’re all women, elders, and children, but the boss dresses them in beautiful clothes, gives them warm houses, and provides endless meat and grains every day. The boss never mistreats anyone just because they’re weak, and your clansmen will be treated the same when they arrive.”

At this point, Terreda suddenly raised his voice, shouting to the Barbarian warriors behind him, “Brothers, show off our gear and let the brothers from the Winter Tribe have a look!”

“Alright!”

The Barbarian warriors responded in unison, each opening their black iron cases — in an instant, the cold, hard metallic gleam was blinding: the black heavy armor was engraved with demonic patterns, gleaming sharply under the sun; the alloy shields had red energy buffer crystals embedded in the center, and there were shiny great axes, spears, and sabers, every weapon edge bore the coldness of slaying living beings.

These equipments were custom-made by Qin Tian at a high cost, later regularly nurtured by the power of [Divine Weapon Emperor] at the Demon Suppression Abyss, Ironwood Star, and on the return journey.

Though not as high-level as Shadowstrike or Black Frost, in the eyes of the Barbarians, these were treasures that only the chiefs of large tribes could possess.

As soon as the weapons were unveiled, a strong aura of bloodthirsty energy surged forth — the aura of slaying countless living beings and experiencing real combat.

The new Barbarians instantly opened their eyes wide, breathing heavily, their eyes filled with shock and unconcealed eagerness — such impressive equipment, and everyone had several pieces?

This human is too generous!

“How about it, our weapons aren’t bad, right?” Terreda’s voice carried a sense of boasting, along with temptation, “As long as you join, everyone will get the same equipment in the future!”

This sentence completely broke down the last barrier in Mu Ya’s heart.

He gritted his teeth as if resolving something, looking up at Terreda, “I want to see how powerful the potion you mentioned is. If it really can make me stronger, I’ll lead the Winter Tribe people to follow that human!”

If it weren’t for Terreda and the other “own people” testifying in person, even if the humans offered heavenly conditions, he would never have compromised — but the Qi and blood emanating from Terreda and the others, the serenity on their faces, and the shocking equipment just now made it impossible for him to remain stubborn.

These people now seemed not to be abused, not lacking food and drink, but essentially they were still “detained”, without freedom, and no future.

For revenge, for the clan to truly rise, he could only take a gamble, trusting these fellow tribesmen in front of him.

Seeing this, Terreda immediately turned to Feng Mochuan — he knew that only Feng Mochuan, in charge of logistics, was in possession of such precious potions.

Feng Mochuan walked out of his private flying device with a smile, holding a crystal potion bottle in hand, “I anticipated this, so I was prepared.”

In the bottle, the fiery red potion resembled congealed lava, glistening fiercely under the sun, seemingly radiating the rampant energy contained within.

Terreda took the potion and handed it to Mu Ya, his tone becoming serious, “This is it. After consuming it, your body will be greatly enhanced; Qi and blood, strength will all soar. But I must make it clear to you, while consuming it, you’ll endure unimaginable pain — the stronger your strength, the more intense the pain. If you can’t withstand it, you’ll die.”

Mu Ya took the potion bottle, feeling the faint heat from the bottle against his fingertips, he looked up and asked, “When you took the potion, did anyone not make it through?”

Terreda shook his head, a look of pride on his face, “None of our first batch of brothers was cowards, we all got through!”

“Then the warriors of our Winter Tribe will absolutely not be inferior!” Mu Ya clenched the potion bottle tightly, his voice filled with a do-or-die determination, his eyes glinting with the desire to become stronger — he wanted to rise again, bringing his clansmen with this newfound power.

Bang—

The cork was pulled out with force by Mu Ya, and the aroma of the potion carrying a burning sensation spread instantly.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he tilted his head and gulped down the fiery red potion — the spicy liquid slid down his throat like swallowing a ball of scorching magma, burning down his esophagus, igniting even his internal organs.

“Ugh—ah!”

In just three seconds, the intense pain erupted violently.

Mu Ya dropped to his knees abruptly, pressing his hands firmly against his chest, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The potion rampaged through his body as if countless small knives were tearing at his tendons and crushing his flesh, even the bone marrow seemed to be boiling. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, each tremor aggravating sharp pain, the veins on his forehead bulging prominently like winding green snakes crawling across his cheeks, even the blood vessels on his neck pulsated violently, seemingly about to burst through his skin at any moment.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his face, leaving small wet spots as they fell to the ground, and in just a moment, he was drenched in sweat, his consciousness gradually blurring amidst the agony, vivid scenes of his clansmen’s tragic deaths flashed before his eyes — burning tribes, cries of loved ones, the vicious smiles of invaders… these scenes pierced into his mind like needles, abruptly solidifying his nearly dissipating will.

“I… can’t die…”

Mu Ya bit down hard until his teeth crushed, blood flavor spreading in his mouth, he roared with all his strength, his voice hoarse like a torn gong, “I want to get stronger… to kill those invaders… to bring my people home…”

This hatred and obsession became his sole support against the pain.

He bit hard on his lip, enduring the pain tearing him apart repeatedly, the surrounding Barbarian warriors held their breath, eyes fixed on Mu Ya, with worry, tension, and unconcealable anticipation.

No one knew how long it took, but when Mu Ya was about to be devoured by pain, the rampaging potion in his body finally began to settle.

The burning pain gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable warmth spreading through his limbs and bones.

“Hmm…”

Mu Ya let out a low moan, slowly lifting his head, the pain in his eyes had vanished, replaced by clarity and shock — he could clearly feel a vast power awakening within him, each breath could mobilize more Qi and blood, the explosive power contained in his muscles was at least several times stronger than before!

He suddenly stood up, instinctively activating the Qi and blood within him — boom!

A thick pillar of Qi and blood shot skyward, accompanied by a violent aura, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, even the distant trees were bent by this aura.

“This… this is…”

The new Barbarians widened their eyes, breathing became rapid, their eyes filled with a hard-to-suppress longing — they had seen the excruciating pain earlier, but the power Mu Ya exhibited now made them unbearably eager.

Mu Ya clenched his fist, feeling the surging power inside him, his face showing the joy of narrowly escaping disaster. He turned to look at Terreda, taking a deep breath, his tone firm:

“You weren’t lying to me, I — will join.”