I Picked Up Talents in the Interstellar Battlefield

"Is this your plan?"
Breiz’s voice echoed in Qin Tian’s mind, carrying a hint of imperceptible awe. "I have to admit, you actually pulled it off."
Qin Tian smiled faintly. "Good luck. The demons’ tempers were even worse than I imagined."
If it had been two Spiritual Energy Users of the seventh-rank, it would have been impossible for them to fight to such a mutually destructive stalemate without first clarifying the cause and effect.
But demons are inherently brutal; once they step onto the battlefield, their reason is swiftly devoured by rage, leaving only an unyielding obsession to fight to the death.
Luck? This could hardly be called luck.
Breiz understood clearly that this plan of ‘driving wolves to devour tigers’ seemed simple, but in reality, it concealed many elements that ordinary people would find impossible to complete.
For example, Qin Tian used a feint to steal the monolith, then transformed into the likeness of the Black Flame Lord, precisely mimicking his aura, making the Lava Demon King firmly believe that the thief was the other party; another example was how he preserved his life during the Lava Demon King’s pursuit, always maintaining a not-too-far, not-too-close distance, leading the opponent step by step towards Flame Mountain—
Throughout the entire process, Qin Tian maximized his spatial abilities, disguise techniques, and his predictions of demonic behavior.
Breiz truly couldn’t think of anyone else besides Qin Tian who could have orchestrated such a scheme.
Qin Tian looked down, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.
His plan not only caused the two seventh-rank Demon Kings to fight each other, both falling into a state of severe injury, but also, with their help, destroyed a Demon Source.
With the Flame Mountain Demon Source destroyed, the Demon Caves within several thousand miles would not receive fresh blood, and coupled with the demons’ habit of mutual slaughter, it was foreseeable that the number of demons in the area would rapidly decrease, and the pressure faced by the three major battle groups, and indeed all battle groups stationed in the Infernal Demon Sea, would drop to its lowest.
"What do you plan to do next?" Breiz asked.
"Of course, I’ll finish them off!"
Qin Tian’s tone was calm, yet carried the assurance of victory. The two seventh-rank Demon Kings were already severely wounded; this was his best opportunity.
"With your sniper rifle?"
"No, I need your strength."
Even if a seventh-rank Demon King was severely injured, it was still a seventh-rank. To ensure nothing went wrong, Qin Tian decided to use the Burning Heaven Purgatory to deliver a fatal blow to both of them.
This time, Breiz didn't say anything like, "You're too weak." Against two severely injured seventh-rank Demon Kings, as long as Qin Tian could successfully activate its power, it would be enough.
Whoosh! Qin Tian left his original position, flashing to a black obsidian peak dozens of kilometers away, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Flame Mountain ruins. Activating the Burning Heaven Purgatory too close would alert the enemy, a detail he wouldn't overlook.
He raised his hand and pressed the bracelet on his wrist. With a slight movement of spiritual energy at his fingertips, the bracelet instantly emitted a soft metallic friction sound, beginning to deform and extend.

In just a few breaths, the bracelet, which had originally fit snugly on his wrist, had transformed into a half-human-tall red hand cannon. The cannon’s body was entwined with flowing flame patterns, like solidified magma slowly pulsing.
Qin Tian gripped the cannon with both hands, took a deep breath, and continuously poured the spiritual energy from his body into it.
“Whoosh—”
The hand cannon emitted a low hum, and its muzzle quickly glowed with a scorching red light. The surrounding air was scorched and distorted, and even the obsidian beneath his feet began to heat up, emitting a faint smell of charring.
The rapid consumption of spiritual energy made Qin Tian’s face slightly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle’s, fixed on the cannon’s energy reading.
When the flame patterns on the cannon’s body fully lit up, like living fire snakes, Qin Tian knew that the Burning Heaven Purgatory was fully charged and ready.
At this moment, in the ruins of Flame Mountain, the two great Demon Kings, who were struggling to breathe, simultaneously shuddered.
What kind of aura was that?
The Black Flame Lord flapped his broken wing, barely managing to lift his head, a hint of terror flashing in his dark pupils. The destructive aura coming from dozens of kilometers away carried a tyrannical power that could incinerate all things.
The Lava Demon King also tensed its body abruptly, its sole remaining eye fixed on the direction from which the aura emanated, a threatening growl rumbling in its throat.
It could feel that this power was enough to utterly destroy its severely wounded self.
Despite the blaring alarm bells in their hearts, the two Demon Kings still did not forget to be wary of each other—the recent deadly battle had filled them with bone-deep enmity, and even when facing an unknown threat, they refused to relax their guard against each other. This deep-seated suspicion became their most fatal flaw at this moment.
Just then, Qin Tian’s figure flashed into existence above Flame Mountain.
He hovered in mid-air, gripping the red hand cannon tightly with both hands. The red light from the muzzle had intensified to the extreme, like a small sun on the verge of exploding.
The moment the two great Demon Kings looked up, their gazes met the scorching muzzle and those icy eyes.
This is bad!
The two great Demon Kings’ bodies trembled violently. They suddenly realized that they might have fallen for a human’s trick.
But it was already too late.
Qin Tian’s lips curled into a cold arc, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
“Boom—!!!”
A red beam of light, over a hundred meters in diameter, erupted from the muzzle, like a sword of retribution descending from the heavens, carrying the might of incinerating the sky and destroying the earth, violently smashing down towards the two great Demon Kings below.
Wherever the beam passed, space was scorched into ripples, and the air was directly ignited, transforming into a fiery tunnel that pierced through the heavens and earth.
The Black Flame Lord and the Lava Demon King’s expressions changed drastically. Only now did they realize that both of them had been tricked.
They wanted to flee, but due to their severe injuries, their speed was far from what it once was. They could only watch helplessly as the destructive beam of light continuously grew larger in their vision. “Roar—!!!”
Their desperate roars were swallowed by the beam of light.
The moment the beam struck, the entire Flame Mountain ruins erupted in a violent Explosion. The ground, as if struck by a giant hammer, instantly cracked open into a bottomless pit, seemingly leading directly to the Earth’s core. Boiling magma erupted from the fissures, forming a towering pillar of fire that dyed half the sky crimson.
A terrifying shockwave, centered on the Explosion point, swept out in all directions. The already dilapidated mountain range completely collapsed under the secondary destruction, rubble and flames intertwined into a chaotic mess, everything within several kilometers was leveled, and even the air was permeated with the smell of molten metal.
As for the two great Demon Kings, not even their bones remained.
Qin Tian, having activated his spatial ability to retreat to a safe distance the moment the beam was fired, gazed at the apocalyptic scene below and slowly released his grip on the cannon.
The red hand cannon transformed into a stream of light and retracted back into his bracelet. His face was as pale as paper, and he stumbled before regaining his balance. The spiritual energy within him was almost completely depleted, but a slow smile spread across his lips.
The two great seventh-rank Demon Kings were blasted to smithereens, hundreds of thousands of demons on Flame Mountain died, and the Demon Source was destroyed. It could be said that, by his own efforts, he had reduced the threat of the Infernal Demon Sea by at least thirty percent.
As for himself, besides acquiring a monolith, he also gained several purple talents.
The Lava Demon King’s talents overlapped with those of the sixth-rank Lava Demon he had previously hunted, but one talent was unique, named 【Heart of Earth】.
【Name】 Heart of Earth (Purple)
【Type】 Passive Talent 【Description】 When you stand on the ground, your strength increases by 30%. During combat, restore 5% of lost health every 10 seconds. When out of combat, restore 1% of maximum health every 10 seconds.
This was a remarkably powerful talent. One must know that he lived on the surface for the vast majority of the time, meaning his strength was almost permanently increased by 30%. Furthermore, the recovery provided by 【Heart of Earth】 was also astonishing, especially when out of combat.
Restoring 1% of maximum health every 10 seconds meant that no matter how severe his injuries were, he could recover to full health in at most a dozen minutes.
This was equivalent to a talent version of the Berserker’s Armor.
The Black Flame Lord’s two talents were both related to fire. He directly fused them with the Devouring Soul Flame, and to his pleasant surprise, these two talents perfectly matched the attributes ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ of the Devouring Soul Flame. Not only did they grant the Devouring Soul Flame the ability to devour souls and replenish his own mental energy, but they also added a new minor skill—Black Flame Erosion Armor.
Black Flame Erosion Armor: When Black Flames adhere to an enemy, they continuously weaken its defense (armor, magic resistance).
This minor skill had no numerical representation, but its effect was not to be underestimated.
Originally, the Devouring Soul Flame already possessed the effect of devouring souls and burning bones, making it difficult for ordinary means to extinguish the flames while simultaneously burning the enemy's soul. Now, with the addition of Black Flame Erosion Armor, which weakens their defensive power, the might of the Devouring Soul Flame had ascended another great step.
"Perfect conclusion."
The smile on Qin Tian’s lips grew clearer. He raised his hand and opened a Gate of Void. Inside, streams of light flickered. He turned and stepped in, his figure instantly vanishing from his original spot, leaving only spatial ripples slowly dissipating.
Not long after he left, on the flattened ruins of Flame Mountain, the air suddenly rippled with four subtle undulations.
Four Black-Robed Men quietly appeared, the edges of their black robes embroidered with dark red demonic patterns, faintly visible in the setting sun. They all wore ferocious steel masks that covered their entire faces, not even revealing their eyes.
Strangely, these four stood there without emitting the slightest aura—neither demonic energy nor spiritual energy fluctuations—as if they had merged with the surrounding ruins, like four silent ghosts.
One of them slowly raised his hand, fingers splayed. Instantly, an invisible perception spread out like a tide, meticulously sweeping over every inch of scorched earth, every crack, and even penetrating the bottomless pit, seemingly searching for something extremely important.
Time passed minute by minute. Only the sound of wind whimpered over the ruins, stirring up black ash that danced in the air.
After a long while, the leading Black-Robed Man slowly retracted his hand. The other three made no extra movements. Their figures, as if drops of ink merging into darkness, silently vanished from their original spot, as if they had never appeared.
Another gust of wind blew, stirring up the gravel and dust on the ground, completely dispersing the lingering demonic energy.
Only the dryness of volcanic ash and the desolation of the fractured earth remained in the air, as if the earth-shattering battle, along with the four mysterious figures, had been but a fleeting dream.