My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 823 Annihilation

The obliteration of the three Eternals utterly transformed the battlefield's dynamics. Those who had floated in assured array just seconds before now displayed evident dismay, their poise crumbling as they scrambled for an escape from the dire situation. I refused to grant them any chance to regroup.

Chronostep activated once more.

The atmosphere near me grew dense while time yielded to my control. Actions decelerated for all others but not for me. I advanced through that modified current, heading to the leftover figures that had ascended into the air.

The insectoid fell first under my approach. Its appendages were starting to adjust for yet another sonic disruption, yet in the decelerated zone, its actions seemed foolish. I thrust my fist ahead into its torso, leisurely savoring the sensation of penetration into the form.

The collision shattered its armored structure internally, causing the form to disintegrate in a savage explosion of broken casing and shadowy liquid prior to the emergence of its assault's noise.

I kept moving without delay. In the next stride, I positioned myself before the Aqua female. Though I lacked extended encounters with her kind, she possessed striking beauty. Regrettably, she aligned herself with Hollow Star.

She was in the midst of crafting a helix of compressed water encircling her, but the pattern halted midway in the sluggish flow. My hand met her midsection, unleashing a focused pulse of rejection. Her figure undulated like liquid at the impact site before dispersing into vapor carried by the breeze.

Two additional Upper Transcendents were charging ahead, striving to bolster the failing array. I inserted myself amid them, one fist slamming the chin of the initial one, the other plunging into the torso of the following. Each strike delivered measured eruptions of inner power. Their forms exploded in diverging paths.

Time returned to its standard pace.

The reverberations of ruin hit simultaneously.

Over the fractured domain barrier, the upper transcendents vanished like bursts of fireworks, sparking utter chaos among the observers on the ground below.

The veiled Naga female, Igza, advanced on me, her sword materializing in her grip right away. Her speed surpassed that of the rest by far. Her gaze flamed with intense rage as she propelled the blade in a precise, unwavering stab.

I grinned and evaded with ease, then swung my foot up in a swift curve. My heel struck her visage.

The power surged through her cranium unhindered. Her head burst open in a gush of splintered bone and scattering law shards.

'Paths do cross,' I murmured softly while her corpse fell downward.

Finally, just the elderly Naga was left.

He chose not to run.

A few meters distant, he positioned himself with sword lifted, his scales clenching along his mandible as his sight tracked my motions.

As I faced him completely, he lunged his sword ahead.

From the edge, a slender spatial extension raced at me, a pinpoint, spear-like edge. It traveled at high speed.

I lifted my hand. The spatial spike hit my palm and then shattered.

'Too feeble, Mr. Old-looking Naga.'

His gaze expanded in surprise.

I clicked my fingers.

The area encircling him quivered before solidifying. This wasn't a rough stasis. It involved stacked pressure across various positional markers, confining both his physique and the nearby environment. He sought to resist at once, his grasp of space expanding as he aimed to disrupt my constraint.

Yet his understanding and Essence handling paled compared to mine.

The stasis remained solid.

'You possess talent,' I stated evenly while nearing him via the sky. 'However, you erred in gauging the gap.'

His sinews tensed. Blood vessels throbbed under his plated hide as he channeled force to escape. The blade shook in his hold yet failed to progress even slightly.

I halted right before him.

Terror shone clearly in his eyes at this point. It stood bare now. He grasped the inevitable result.

'I mentioned requiring one of you surviving,' I recalled to him softly.

I rested my hand atop his cranium.

The Abyss Core stirred to life.

On this occasion, I refrained from restraint.

Symbols started ripping from his frame in thick flows, much purer than the pieces extracted from the Feran. His expertise shone through: profound insight into spatial handling, advanced stacking methods, and further elements.

They streamed into the dawn core.

He shrieked while his laws got peeled off, though the cry stayed subdued inside the spatial stasis. His presence waned swiftly as his command unraveled in successive strata.

In my Dawn Core, the rush of pure spatial insight coalesced into a targeted wave and integrated with the peak signifying Spatial Mastery.

The peak shook and then grew taller incrementally until at last the alert sounded.

[Level 3 -> Level 4]

The feeling wasn't sudden, yet it ran deep.

His opposition weakened further as the absorption persisted, and I ceased merely when his tier fell to the lower 200s.

Upon withdrawing my palm, his form drooped inside the rigid zone, scarcely aware. I undid the spatial bind.

He fell onto his knees, his weapon sliding from his fingers.

Beneath, the trio I had seized previously observed in stunned silence. I regarded the Feran.

'I hold no further purpose for you,' I declared, and swept my hand across the void. A spatial edge emerged tracing my gesture and sliced onward. It cut straight through the three, lopping off their heads in one fluid stroke. Their remains toppled in place, devoid of life prior to striking the earth.

For an instant, only far-off cries resounded alongside the faint drone of impaired mechanisms breaking down throughout the metropolis.

Afterward, the motion commenced.

My awareness stretched out, scanning the city anew. I observed residents and Hollow Star agents alike initiating a desperate flight. Some dashed aimlessly across wide squares, whereas others proceeded with trained unity to raised docks on the sector's periphery. Those docks contained transit ships—streamlined ships already igniting, spatial grids assembling under them as Essence amassed in heavy clusters.

The vibrations were undeniable. Extensive spatial engagement. Organized withdrawal.

They sought to flee. Irritation flashed across my features. I merely breathed out and let the world's Essence respond to me again.

A vast undulation erupted from where I stood.

It expanded in all directions akin to a pressure pulse in liquid, unseen by plain sight but immense in might. The verdant Essence filling the city reacted, growing turbulent at my directive. It slammed against the starting ships right when their spatial drives tried to fix on remote points.

The result struck instantly.