I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

But he did not want to watch Dongfang Mingyue die, protecting Dongfang Mingyue was his duty, more importantly, in the time they spent together, some things happened between them, making him long regard the other as a recognized friend, even developing a touch of emotion he himself had not noticed.

”Cough...” Qin Tian coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his bear body trembling slightly, yet still desperately shielding Dongfang Mingyue in his embrace.

Blood flowed down his body, dyeing Dongfang Mingyue’s clothes red, also coloring her cheeks.

Dongfang Mingyue sensed the gradually chilling bear body in her embrace, felt the increasingly violent Energy around her, perhaps foreseeing the end, her heart suddenly became peaceful.

She reached out her hand, gently hugged Qin Tian’s body, laid her face on his broad chest, closed her eyes, her voice soft yet clear: ”Qin Tian, thank you.”

No fear, no complaints, just a simple thank you, as if bidding farewell, as if recounting the warmth amidst this despair.

Qin Tian could clearly feel the collapse of his body—the cracks in the bones continued to spread, the remaining flesh swayed in the storm like a dying candle, even his consciousness began to blur.

He bowed his head to look at the closed-eyed Dongfang Mingyue in his embrace, his heart full of powerlessness.

Faced with this world-ending Subspace storm, his Overlord Body, Demon Pattern armor, even the ten revivals of the Immortal Sacred Body, appeared so insignificant.

”I’m sorry...” he opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

He had fought with all his might, yet still couldn’t protect her.

The darkness in front of him grew thicker, Dongfang Mingyue’s last gentle words echoed as a fading echo.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely sink, when even his fingers were about to release, a warm sensation suddenly came from his chest.

It was the obsidian necklace worn around his neck.

Since the battle in the Demon Suppression Abyss, the stone sealing the spatial channel had been dormant.