After capturing the Blood Demon, Rosen turned his head, his gaze landing on Qin Tian several kilometers away.

Feeling Rosen's gaze, Qin Tian immediately flew over, arriving before six powerful individuals from the Military Department, and saluted with a standard military gesture.

"Colonel Qin Tian of the Seventh Bureau, reporting to all commanders."

"Colonel Qin Tian."

Rosen revealed a smile on his face, "Yan Qing mentioned you to me many times. You deserve credit for the successful completion of this operation."

He looked at the distant ships of the Star Pirate Group, his tone full of emotion: "The Hundred Hunt Star Thieves have been wreaking havoc in the Azure Wood Star Realm for over twenty years, repeatedly raiding cruise ships and caravans, their crimes innumerable. The Judgement Court has sent out dozens of special task teams to investigate and track them down over the years, but they have always come up empty-handed."

Hodler put away his chains, nodding in agreement: "This group of Star Thieves not only has formidable power but is also exceedingly cautious and cunning in their actions. The ships never land on the ground, and every person entering the ship's interior undergoes strict scrutiny to prevent any leaks of their location."

At this point, the Tier Seven expert revealed a look of appreciation:

"Colonel Qin Tian infiltrated the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves alone, not only escaping unscathed but also creating an excellent opportunity for us to ambush them. Such courage and strength are truly impressive."

"You flatter me. Without the support of the Military Department, it would have been difficult for me to accomplish this task." Qin Tian slightly bowed, his tone sincere.

Upon hearing this, Rosen's eyes showed even more admiration. He patted Qin Tian's shoulder and laughed heartily: "Good! Not arrogant nor impatient, a true talent!"

Then, he turned to the other powerhouses, "Look, this is the kind of talent our Military Department needs!"

The others nodded in agreement:

"To achieve so much at such a young age while maintaining humility is indeed rare."

Afterward, Rosen's tone became solemn: "Qin Tian, regarding the Blood Demon Cult intelligence, if verified, the Military Department will surely reward you."

He paused, adding meaningfully: "Moreover, after the Blood Demon interrogation, I believe the Dongfang Clan will also have something to express."

Everyone present nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Everyone knew that with the Dongfang Clan's methods and abilities, not to mention the Blood Demon being just a Tier Seven Spiritualist, even a Tier Eight powerhouse couldn't keep secrets under their interrogation.

The Dongfang Clan had suffered a loss of face in the recent genius battles and was desperate to find clues about the Blood Demon Cult. Once they follow the Blood Demon line to locate the Blood Demon Cult headquarters, Qin Tian, as the primary provider of the intelligence, will surely receive generous rewards from the Dongfang Clan—not something ordinary military merits can compare to.

Qin Tian's expression remained calm as he saluted once more with a standard military gesture: "Yes, thank you, sir, for your guidance."

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, neither excessively expectant, nor did he feign aloofness.

Rosen nodded in satisfaction, increasingly admiring Qin Tian's performance. This young man was not only outstanding in ability but also mature and steady in conduct, indeed a rare talent.

Unfortunately, if Qin Tian wasn't part of the Seventh Bureau, Rosen would truly want to bring this young officer under his command.

…

When Rosen and the others stepped inside the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves' ship, a heavy stench of blood assaulted them, and one horrifying scene after another gradually unfolded before their eyes.

In the Bloody Arena, mottled blood had seeped into every crevice of the metal flooring, in the area where slave gladiators were held, cages littered with broken shackles and bones, and the walls displayed a variety of cruel instruments of torture, many still stained with fresh flesh and blood.

The execution room was even more terrifying, with a variety of precise yet brutal instruments neatly arranged. The walls were adorned with "souvenirs"—victims' fingers, ears, and even entire human skins. A massive furnace continued running inside, with several half-melted corpses floating within.

In the deepest part of the execution room, a dozen prisoners, barely clinging to life, had just been rescued by the warriors. They were covered with horrific wounds; some had their nails removed, some had their eyes gouged out, and the most tragic had all limbs amputated, discarded like rag dolls.

"These beasts..." Yan Jin's fists clenched tightly, flames rising uncontrollably around him.

Bai Ye's hand unconsciously rested on his sword hilt, his always stoic expression now frighteningly grim: "These Star Thieves... dying is too cheap for them."

Rosen's face was equally grim. He crouched down, carefully inspecting the survivors' wounds, his voice low and suppressed: "Medical team! Immediately transport the wounded to the warship! Quickly!"

Hodler's chains moved uneasily in the air, reflecting the master's inner fury: "Over twenty years... who knows how many innocents met their end here."

Xue Qingshan stood silently to the side, his gaze sweeping over the "trophy" photographs hanging on the walls—each photo representing a life brutally murdered.

They were seasoned soldiers accustomed to the realities of life and death, but the cruel and bloody torture and killing before them truly shattered the boundaries of humanity, inciting exceptional anger and discomfort.

"Commander, gather the wounded together. I can heal them."

At this moment, Qin Tian suddenly spoke up.

"You possess such abilities?"

Rosen's tone carried surprise and amazement.

Qin Tian was undoubtedly a master of stealth, but he did not expect that Qin Tian also possessed healing abilities.

"Yes, it is also one of my bloodline abilities." Qin Tian nodded.

"Good!"

Rosen did not ask further and immediately ordered the soldiers to gather the wounded together.

Soon, in the central hall of the spaceship, hundreds of disabled, injured people wearing slave collars gathered. Looking at the surrounding fully-armed warriors, they felt no fear or terror, only numbness and confusion.

Many of them had already survived in this living hell for years, long accustomed to despair, and in their empty eyes, they had even lost the yearning for freedom.

Qin Tian stood in the center of the hall, looking at these survivors who had been tortured beyond recognition.

A little girl who had lost both legs curled up in her mother's arms, but her mother's eyes were just two bloody holes; a middle-aged man had both arms broken at the shoulders, with the insignia of the Star Thieves burned into his chest; several young people had slave collars on their necks that had grown into their flesh, forming hideous scars.

"Please make way." Qin Tian said softly to the surrounding soldiers.

He slowly walked to the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hands.

In an instant, a vibrant green light burst from his body, spreading like ripples, enveloping the entire hall.

"Hymn of Life."

With Qin Tian's deep voice, a miracle occurred—

The blind mother suddenly trembled, raising her hand to touch her empty eye sockets. Newborn eyes were regrowing at a speed visible to the naked eye, with crystalline tears sliding down the newly forming corners of her eyes. The little girl in her arms emitted soft whimpers, and her stumps began to writhe, with bones and muscles growing and extending like plants.

"Ah! My... my hand!" The man with the severed arm exclaimed, watching his newborn arm, with its coarse fingers opening and closing as if to confirm that this wasn't an illusion.

The hall was filled with sobbing, exclamations, and words of gratitude; those numb eyes regained brilliance, and deathly faces once again glowed with vitality.

Rosen and others watched this scene in amazement. If they hadn't known Qin Tian's identity, they might think he was a Holy Blood descendant from the Dongfang Clan.

The green light lasted for about a few minutes before gradually dissipating.

When the light completely faded, there were no more injured people in the hall. Everyone stood up, touching their new limbs, looking at each other incredulously.

"My eyes... I can see again!"

"These hands... these hands really grew back!"

"Oh God, this isn't a dream..."

The mother, who was the first to regain her sight, trembled as her hands gently caressed her daughter's newly grown legs. The little girl timidly stood up, took a tentative step, then threw herself into her mother's arms, both crying and embracing.

The mother raised her tearful eyes. Upon seeing the visage of their savior, she pulled her daughter down and deeply kneeled to Qin Tian.

"Benefactor... benefactor..." She choked, unable to form complete sentences, only bowing repeatedly. The sound of her forehead hitting the ground was especially clear in the hall.

Soon after, like a toppled domino, waves of sobbing and words of gratitude echoed in the hall.

A middle-aged man staggered forward, wanting to touch Qin Tian but dared not, finally just bowing three times heavily: "Sir, I've been in this hell for two years, never thought I could get out alive, let alone... stand up again..."

Behind him, a young man trembled as he touched his newly grown left arm, his tears mixed with snot covering his face: "My... my arm grew back... Mom, can you see from heaven..."

In a corner, several rescued experimental subjects huddled together, with the mutated parts of their bodies restored to normal. One of them suddenly burst into loud sobs: "We finally... finally look like people again..."

Qin Tian quickly stepped forward to help that mother: "Please stand up, everyone, this is what I should do."

His voice was not loud, but it quieted everyone down. The mother insisted on not getting up, only holding her daughter tightly, as tears soaked her clothes: "Sir, my daughter is only eight... They were about to send her to that place... It's you who gave her a second life..."

The burly man with regenerated arms, eyes red, said: "From now on, my life is yours!"

"No," Qin Tian shook his head, helping up an elderly man with white hair, "your lives are your own. Now, you are free."

This sentence seemed to open some sort of floodgate, unleashing a torrent of long-repressed emotions. Some laughed up at the sky, some cried with their head in hands, and some knelt on the ground, kissing the earth, as if to confirm that this was not a dream.

Rosen looked on at all this and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The Seventh Bureau really found a treasure."

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