My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 835 First Assault

As soon as I passed through the portal, the chilling void of space welcomed me once more.

The outpost rested upon a drifting asteroid, similar to the previous ones our forces had uncovered. At its heart stood a soaring dark spire, encircled by numerous sharp-edged edifices huddled nearby.

Behind me, the gateway kept shimmering while the troops from the assault team emerged one by one.

Five hundred fighters gathered swiftly on the asteroid's uneven terrain. Armored demons positioned themselves next to Feran tiger soldiers and the towering bug-like warriors, their shell armor reflecting dimly from the outpost's illumination. Just their presence alone thickened the atmosphere with overwhelming might.

The instant the final trooper crossed the portal, the alerts triggered.

Piercing electronic wails reverberated over the asteroid as crimson alert beacons ignited on the spire and nearby facilities. Base defense cannons swiveled in our direction, and massive entrances of various buildings flew open as shadowy forms dashed out.

The foremost demon leader advanced to my side. His plating was more shadowed than his comrades' and bore the emblems of the Demon Monarch's legions.

"General," he uttered, dipping his head a bit in my direction, "what are your commands?"

I didn't glance his way at all.

"Hold position."

With that, I gradually ascended into the sky.

My form elevated from the surface and floated up over the outpost, halting at a height where the whole asteroid sprawled below my view. Down there, the specters were already spilling from the structures. Scores turned into hordes in mere moments as their twisted shapes surged over the terrain toward us. Deathmist enveloped their frames like shadowy blazes, and a few had started building up their strikes.

I observed them with composure.

There was no reason to unleash my domain in full.

Rather, I merely let a sliver of it stir to life.

The second that subtle call emanated from me, the entire asteroid quaked.

An unseen force surged outward over the drifting mass, sweeping past the spire, the adjacent constructions, and all creatures on the site. The area around us grew denser, as though existence itself now opposed any motion.

A subtle vision of the primordial slab materialized over the asteroid outpost, and that sufficed.

I uttered one word.

"Freeze."

The result struck instantly.

Every specter on the asteroid halted in their tracks.

Some were caught mid-stride, talons lifted as they charged ahead. Others were shaping assaults or parting their jaws to bellow commands. The very moment my directive hit them, every action ground to a full stop.

Their forms rigidified like sculptures hewn from obsidian.

The monstrosities on the asteroid froze in their howls, and the betrayers ceased their flight.

At my back, the troops I'd led stayed untouched, though even they sensed the weight of the event. A few adjusted their stances while scanning the immobilized field of combat.

The whole outpost fell into utter quiet.

I gazed down at the still shapes scattered over the asteroid.

Then I issued another command.

"Erase."

The term escaped my lips softly, but its influence rippled through the outpost like a hushed surge.

The immobilized specters didn't burst or topple.

Rather, their structures started to break apart.

From their crowns and torsos onward, their shapes dissolved into delicate ashen powder that floated down through the atmosphere before vanishing entirely. One by one, the rigid forms broke down in place until the asteroid bore no signs of life, with specters, monstrosities, and turncoats all eradicated. I extended my palm, and a whirlpool formed before me, drawing in every trace of deathmist from the site.

In moments, no remnants of them lingered.

The sirens still droned softly across the outpost, but the guardians who had set them off were no more.

I descended steadily back to the surface.

Upon landing on the rugged ground once again, I saw that the warriors behind me hadn't budged. The chief demon leader remained rooted where I'd positioned him, yet his bearing now showed evident strain.

Terror and astonishment.

The identical response appeared among the Ferans and bug fighters trailing him. Not one had anticipated the conflict concluding prior to its start.

I regarded the demon leader.

"Assume control of the outpost," I stated evenly. "Station your troops here to lock down the zone."

He snapped to attention at once.

"Understood, General."

"Should any assailants approach," I went on, "notify them that this outpost is now under the Order of Absolute's domain."

I cast a quick look at the spire.

"And deploy the communication device from Primus."

The demon agreed with zeal.

"Consider it handled."

I pivoted and headed for the portal glowing faintly just beyond our ranks. The fighters parted rapidly to make way as I neared.

Right before entering, I halted.

My head angled a touch as my sight shifted to the dark spire protruding from the asteroid.

I sensed the delicate weave threading the edifice. It was faint yet unmistakable, a shield that blocked the System from acting inside this spot.

I had zero plans to shatter the nucleus sustaining it. Preserving it whole would aid in holding the outpost free from external meddling.

After a brief pause, I averted my eyes from the spire and entered the portal.

The glow engulfed my silhouette right away, and soon after, I returned to Abor.

The transit center buzzed with motion, troops shuttling via gateways as officers oversaw the expanding campaign. The second I exited the ring, a Feran from the tiger clan nearby bolted upright.

"Am I the first one back?" I inquired.

He affirmed at once. "Affirmative, sir. You are indeed the first."

"Excellent," I replied with a faint grin. "Remove the one I just returned from the roster. It's secured."

The Feran bobbed his head swiftly and faced the broad tablet in his grasp, jotting notes with rapid marks.

Beyond him, another squad of five hundred combatants was already lined up, blending demons, Ferans, and bug warriors in orderly hush, ready for their deployment.

I eyed them briefly.

"Move out."

The gateway blazed anew, and in the following blink, we vanished, heading to the subsequent outpost.

The offensive surged through the galaxy at unyielding pace. As I shifted between sites, my allies followed suit. My conjured allies—Steve, North, General Kharzun, Commander Saleos—and the remaining transcendents who'd joined them dispersed via the portal web. Every unit hit an outpost, purged it, stationed guards to hold it, then advanced to the following mark.

Stronghold after stronghold of Hollow Star crumbled.

The plan was straightforward, yet its implementation proved ruinous. Ere the foes grasped the chaos, their concealed grid was already unraveling segment by segment. Our legions flowed like an unstoppable current via the portal links, supplanting their hold with our own.

When the initial assault phase concluded, the galaxy was already transforming.