My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 831 On A Roll

****** [Lyrate's PoV]

As soon as Billion gave the command, I sprang into motion and reached one of the teleportation hubs without a moment's delay.

Hub number thirty-seven remained somewhat intact, its ring of portals still buzzing softly amid the devastation that had ravaged the city. The unconscious captives that Silver and Knight had collected were strewn about nearby. I had transported them for questioning later, but right now, my priority was finishing the true objective. These pathetic, grimy wretches could wait.

I reached out my hand.

Thick, shadowy roots burst from the marble ground, twisting around the bodies and arms of the betrayers. The vines clamped down softly yet firmly, securing them with organic bonds that would sap their vitality at the slightest resistance. I abandoned them there, sparing no further look. They meant nothing to me unless Billion demanded more information.

The initial portal flickered to life.

I entered it.

The shift was quick, depositing me on a vast transportation world.

This world served no particular species. It functioned purely for commerce, barter, and transit. Vast platforms climbed toward the heavens, stacked in levels where vessels parked in neat lines. Traders and wanderers hurried through stations, their outfits and forms differing dramatically. Power lines snaked under clear pathways, while elevated paths glowed with managed warp channels above.

Far too chaotic and crowded for my taste. I tsked in irritation and hovered a few inches over the grimy ground, my crimson gown billowing as if caught in a personal breeze. My blade lay strapped across my back. My scarlet locks cascaded unbound down my shoulders, and my eyes scanned the landing areas deliberately.

I needed a vessel.

Not some clumsy freighter or obsolete passenger liner, but a craft suited for swift, steady journeying through sectors, befitting someone of my stature.

I stretched out my senses.

Up on the third elevated level, I spotted my target. A streamlined Feran craft, slim and braced with warp anchors along its frame. It would do perfectly.

I soared upward, ignoring the prohibition on flight sign entirely. Upon landing, three Ferans were examining the exterior. They spun around as my silhouette loomed over them.

One scowled. "This is a restricted dock—"

I cut him off before he could continue.

A slender root shot from the deck plating under his boots and thrust up, smashing him against the side with impact strong enough to shatter his protective shell. The next dashed for a panel, likely aiming to sound an alert, but a sharp tendril of red essence slashed through his throat.

The last one pulled out a gun.

I materialized before him. My sword stayed in its scabbard, but a limb-shaped extension sprouted from my hand and stabbed into his chest, hoisting him airborne. I dropped him without ceremony, watching him crumple.

Guards showed up fast.

They resembled bugs in form, clad in armor and wielding power spears. Competent, orderly, and utterly pointless.

"Stand down," one commanded.

I offered a subtle grin.

Vines exploded from the deck, ensnaring their lower bodies and trunks before they managed another stride. A few tried slashing loose, but the growths solidified at once, infused with generative principles in their makeup. With a snap of my fingers, a surge of force pinned them flat against the plating.

"I am borrowing this," I stated coolly.

They had no way to protest. I boarded the Feran craft and locked the entry. The controls lit up under my touch as I linked with the dashboard. Plotting the path to Argus proved straightforward.

The thrusters roared to life, and the ship rose from its spot without permission. Alerts blared as I climbed higher.

I ignored their cautions completely. As patrol craft launched from the depths and swung to block me, creating a scattered barrier in the high paths, I kept the speed steady without hesitation. Reaching toward the dashboard, I channeled a fine ribbon of scarlet power from the exterior. It formed tight beams that lanced ahead in exact paths, carving through the oncoming ships effortlessly. One by one, their ranks shattered in the air, frames split as if by unseen edges. The halved wrecks tumbled off course, spewing fumes and flashes while I pressed on unchanged, abandoning only rubble in my path.

Reaching Argus happened rapidly. As the world appeared, I noted the purple glow wrapping it. A barrier erected since his conquest of this realm. Billion's essence infused it, etched like an indelible mark on existence.

I steered the craft closer.

The barrier stirred, probing. Briefly, its focus grazed me. Then it yielded effortlessly, acknowledging the tie that connected me to him.

A soft smirk touched my mouth. Billion possessed immense power. In all my recollections, no figure matched his might. The vessel plunged into the air, heading down to the main city where his newly raised edifice towered as a bold proclamation. It lacked stealth. It shunned protection. It stood as an emblem.

I suspended the ship overhead.

Down below, commotion exploded right away. Alarms wailed. Fiends dashed through the streets in haste. A handful of Grandmasters ascended, their auras blazing as they braced for danger.

From the heart of the building, a blast of blaze rocketed skyward.

Primus.

He shot out in a blaze trail, his mantle streaming like a shooting star's wake. He stopped midair under my craft, looking up.

I exited the vessel and drifted down.

Once he recognized me fully, a wide grin lit his features.

"Lyrate," he said, true affection in his tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Billion sent me. We need to talk," I answered steadily.

His face grew keen instantly. Without more words, we dropped into the base together. The inner corridors featured infernal sentries who parted as we went by.

In the core room, I faced him.

"There is an organization called Hollow Star," I stated calmly, holding his stare. "The planet Abor was their primary base of operations. We have taken control of it."

I paused shortly before going on.

"However, seventy-two additional bases remain scattered across our galaxy. All of them are connected through Abor. Through its portal network, every one of those locations can be accessed directly."

Primus's look intensified as he grasped the meaning.

"Billion intends to strike all of them simultaneously," I continued. "A single coordinated purge, leaving no time for retreat or consolidation."

I narrowed my gaze a touch.

"But as you are aware, we do not yet have sufficient numbers to execute such an operation alone."

Primus crossed his arms, paying close heed.

"You and your forces are required for that."

His eyes sparkled with intrigue.

"A full sweep," he whispered.

"Yes," I confirmed. "No chance for retreat. No time for regrouping."