I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 513 - 417: Physique Evolution, Subspace Dimension Physique

Chapter 513: Chapter 417: Physique Evolution, Subspace Dimension Physique

Consciousness slowly surfaced from the depths of the sea, Qin Tian vaguely heard the roar of guns and cannons and the low growls, the chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, the piercing light made him instinctively squint, and after a moment of adjustment, the scene before him finally came into view.

Karsas’s black soul robe flapped in the dark wind of Subspace, the scythe in his hand like a deadly weapon of the Death God, each swing brought forth soul flames of a ghostly blue, slicing the incoming dimensional creatures into nullity.

These creatures had bizarre forms, some were flowing energy bodies, others were shadows covered with bone spikes, like sharks that smelled blood, they surged continuously towards here, yet all were firmly held at bay by Karsas.

Beside Karsas, a completely crimson cannon floated in mid-air, with remnants of scorching heat around its barrel, occasionally spewing tiny sparks from its muzzle—it was the Heaven-Burning Purgatory.

Seeing Qin Tian awake, a layer of red light surfaced on the cannon, and Blaze’s slightly relaxed voice came through: “You’re finally awake, a moment later and I’d have used the muzzle to warm your butt.”

Qin Tian then returned to his senses, instinctively looking down into his embrace—Dongfang Mingyue was still with her eyes closed, breathing steadily, though her complexion was a bit pale, clearly still unconscious.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed something off: he had returned to his normal state, but since he had torn his clothes earlier when transformed into the Shadow Bear, at the moment his body was bare.

“Ahem…”

Qin Tian’s face flushed red with embarrassment; he hurriedly took out a set of black gear from his Yang Space storage, quickly putting it on.

While dressing, he noticed the changes in himself—an unprecedented power surged through his limbs and bones, akin to a faint glow on the surface of his skin, and he could distinctly feel the explosive power within his muscles and bones by merely raising his hand.

“This is the effect of [The Immortal].”

Qin Tian understood.

Previously, during the spatial storm, he had repeatedly edged near death only to be pulled back by the Immortal Sacred Body, the passive effect of [The Immortal] repeatedly triggered, and now both his defense and attack power had increased by at least 20%.

It must be noted that with his current foundation, even a 1% increase in attack and defense wasn’t easy, so a 20% boost was truly terrifying; it also indirectly evidenced the perilousness of the recent crisis—as if walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff, one misstep would result in oblivion.

Qin Tian bowed his head, gazing at the single-stone necklace on his chest, gently stroking the cool stone surface with his fingertips.

Even when his consciousness was about to succumb, he vaguely sensed it was the single-stone awakening at the last moment, releasing energy that blocked most of the storm damage, allowing the Immortal Sacred Body to catch a breath.

Yet now, the single-stone returned to its usual silence, appearing as an ordinary stone with no reaction; who knows when it might awaken next.

He withdrew his gaze, introspecting himself—the spiritual energy within him was only about ten percent remaining, with a faint sting from residual Subspace energy in the meridians, clearly a sequel from the previous intense battle and near-death state.

However, that was no challenge for him; with a thought, a porcelain bottle flew out from Spirit Space, landing steadily in his palm. He uncorked the bottle, poured out two glowing white “Spirit Gathering Pills,” and swallowed them in one go.

The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, pure spiritual energy instantly spread within him, slowly flowing through the meridians like spring rain nourishing dry land, and the sensation of spiritual energy recovery slightly relaxed his tense nerves.

At this moment, Qin Tian raised his eyes to the battlefield.

The dimensional creatures besieging Karsas and the Heaven-Burning Purgatory varied in form: some were translucent energy bodies, surrounded by ghostly green arcs, moving like spirits; others had bodies covered with bone spikes, their limbs thick as columns, roaring and brandishing sharp claws; and some resembled drifting shadows, continually splitting into small avatars, attempting to breach defenses through gaps.

He was knowledgeable about Subspace creatures: the dimensional creatures before him were the most basic indigenous dwellers of Subspace, mostly weak, equivalent to Tier One or Tier Two Spiritualists, but among them were also strong ones, even dimensional kings comparable to Tier Eight or Tier Nine, possessing the terrifying power to tear through spaces.

Yet, the most dangerous in Subspace were not these dimensional creatures, but the legendary four Evil Gods, and the Chaos demons under their command—the Xieshen Association within the Empire was a fanatic organization that worshipped these Evil Gods.

The birth of Chaos demons was more special, they formed as entities from the intense negative emotions of intelligent life condensed in Subspace, born with independent consciousness and susceptible to infection by the Evil God’s power, becoming its minions.

The strength of every Chaos demon would not be lower than Tier Six, and within Subspace, they could exert battle force far surpassing normal, extremely troublesome.

Among the dimensional creatures besieging right then, there were three with strength reaching Tier Six—they transformed into the battlefield’s core, constantly commanding the low-tier dimensional creatures to charge, cooperating seamlessly.

Karsas and Blaze’s powers were noticeably suppressed within Subspace.

While Karsas swung his soul scythe, the soul flames’ potency decreased by thirty percent compared to usual.

Though the Heaven-Burning Purgatory could attack autonomously, without human direction, its power significantly declined.

The two could only barely hold the defense line, unable to actively counterattack, and as time passed, more and more dimensional creatures were drawn in, the encirclement gradually tightened.

“Fortunately, I’ve woken up.” A cold gleam flashed across Qin Tian’s eyes; one hand hugging Dongfang Mingyue in his arms, he raised the other hand and beckoned towards the Heaven-Burning Purgatory.