My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 836 Progress

The outpost floated silently in the emptiness of space, secured to a broad expanse of shadowy stone that was originally a simple asteroid until Hollow Star etched its facilities into it. Rising at the heart was the recognizable obsidian spire that signified almost every one of their outposts, an extended pointed edifice thrusting upward like a lance directed at the cosmos. Encircling it were multiple shorter structures brimming with machinery, living spaces, and warehouses, all linked by slender steel bridges that gripped the asteroid's rough exterior.

Within the spire, operations flowed with the reliable cadence of standard procedures.

Arrays of control panels bordered the rounded command center close to the peak, each operated by overseers from diverse species who oversaw the transmission lines linking this outpost to the entire grid. Information flows shimmered over transparent monitors as pulses raced through the mechanisms permitting Hollow Star to synchronize its activities spanning various star regions.

In the middle of the space loomed the Eternal tasked with supervising the outpost.

The transmission display stayed empty.

Once more.

His digits drummed the panel leisurely.

"Why isn't Abor replying?" he inquired without looking back.

One overseer, a Feran from a fox clan, hastily bowed his head.

"We're trying to reestablish the link."

"We've been trying for twenty minutes," the Eternal responded icily. "The efforts seem futile."

The Feran gulped but persisted in his tasks, his talons darting swiftly over the controls.

Another overseer, a bug-like expert positioned close by, ventured a cautious remark.

"There could be static in the transmission sequence. The grid is vast, and interruptions can happen."

The Eternal at last swiveled his gaze.

"Interruptions don't strike multiple lines at once."

Silence enveloped the chamber.

A few of the overseers traded anxious looks while they kept manipulating the panels. Sequentially, they strove to initiate contact with Abor anew, yet the lines stayed mute.

The Eternal's tolerance was evidently waning.

"I called for additional task directives," he stated deliberately. "Those orders ought to have reached us already."

The Feran overseer bobbed his head fretfully. "Yes, they should have."

"But none have arrived."

"No."

The Eternal gazed at the panel for a few moments before pivoting away.

"This outpost serves to uphold ties with Abor," he declared evenly. "Should that bond sever, I'll just inspect the matter myself."

The overseers glanced up in astonishment.

The Eternal moved from the panel and headed to the chamber's doorway. As he advanced, a Phantom stationed by the entrance stood tall, its ethereal shape overshadowing the overseers.

"You," the Eternal commanded, gesturing at it.

The Phantom inclined its warped form.

"Oversee this outpost in my absence. Should contact resume, alert me at once."

The entity dipped its head without sound.

With no more words, the Eternal departed the command center and started navigating the spire's inner passages, observing the activities on each level and the tasks unfolding there.

A short while after, he stepped out beyond the spire.

The Eternal proceeded steadily to the gateway dais situated not far from the spire. The ring-shaped device emitted a soft glow from its ongoing functions, prepared to ferry individuals back to Abor as required.

He had crossed half the dais when the gateway abruptly ignited.

The radiance burst outward fiercely, flooding the circle with a vivid rush of power.

The Eternal halted.

No visitors were anticipated.

The gateway blazed as a colossal form emerged from it.

Ragnar burst forth like a plummeting peak.

The hulking fighter touched down with a thud on the dais, the surface fracturing faintly beneath his bulk as his immense build rose upright. His flesh bore a subtle luster of toughened sinew, and a gigantic mace hung casually over one shoulder as though featherlight.

Behind him, the gateway kept shining.

Scores of troops started emerging, then hundreds upon hundreds as the varied force surged onto the rock.

Demons.

Ferans.

Insectoids.

The Eternal's gaze sharpened.

"What does this signify?" he challenged.

Ragnar flashed a wide smile.

"Well now," he boomed, his tone resounding over the rock. "This doesn't seem like a reception crew."

Additional troops fanned out in his wake as the gateway at last faded.

The Eternal examined the towering fighter before him.

"Member of the Order Of Absolute," he uttered frostily.

Ragnar planted the mace on the ground with a resounding boom.

"Yes," he answered brightly. "And we're here to handle some destruction work."

Dozens of Phantoms surged from the adjacent buildings the instant the alert mechanisms triggered.

Ragnar's smile broadened.

"Ah good," he remarked. "I feared this might drag on dully."

No more words passed as the Eternal ordered, "Attack."

The initial Phantom darted before Ragnar.

Ragnar swung the mace leisurely.

The armament struck the Phantom's plated form during its rush, the collision blasting its frame into shards that flew over the dais like broken rock and swirling lethal fog.

He chuckled.

"Oh, that hit just right."

Further Phantoms streamed from the close structures as the troops trailing Ragnar pressed on to clash with the guards. The rock exploded into combat as power discharges and blade clashes reverberated through the outpost.

The Eternal advanced amid the turmoil, lethal fog starting to swirl about his figure.

"You'll rue this invasion," he warned.

Ragnar wheeled to face him with evident joy.

"Nope. Not gonna happen."

His frame swelled abruptly.

Sinews bulked up, skeleton elongating as Ragnar permitted his stature to expand. His elevation doubled, then swelled further until he loomed like a colossal titan over the fray. Thirty feet tall.

The mace gripped in his hands appeared even vaster now.

"You seem sturdy," Ragnar commented gleefully. "Time to put it to the test."

The Eternal fired a ray of lethal fog at him.

Ragnar ignored the strike and brought the mace crashing down. The blow pulverized the ray and the resulting blast ripped over the dais, flinging close guards from their stance.

Ragnar bellowed in mirth.

"That's the spirit!"

He barreled ahead with alarming velocity for his scale, the mace hurtling toward the Eternal. The Eternal dissolved into fog in a flash, rematerializing a few paces distant as the strike pulverized the dais under Ragnar's blow.

Yet Ragnar had already spun around.

His Laws coursed through his form as silvery energy amassed near his extremities.

"Let's see how you hold up!"

He rushed once more.

The Eternal unleashed yet another assault, but Ragnar plowed straight through it, the mace pounding into the Eternal's flank with devastating might. The strike flung the entity over the dais and into the side of a neighboring building.

Ragnar pursued without pause.

The structure crumbled as he barreled through it and lashed out with the mace anew.

The Eternal tried to reconstitute from fog, but Ragnar seized the partial shape with one enormous grip.

"Got you."

The mace lifted.

Then descended.

BOOM!

Then once more.

BOOM!

Then again.

BOOM!

The Eternal's form burst apart from the force, disintegrating into dispersed wisps of fading fog.

Ragnar peered at the debris and lifted his shoulders.

"Huh," he grumbled. "That one shattered quicker than I figured."

All around, the conflict raged on. The monstrosities had at last stirred, abandoning the hollow where they'd clustered and stampeding over the rock in a chaotic tide of warped limbs and talons. Ragnar's sight scanned the field and swiftly fixed on the Phantoms foremost.

He sneered.