My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 837 Movements

A silver wave abruptly emanated from his frame, slicing through the battlefield to impact the eleven phantoms clashing with his troops. The instant the wave contacted them, their forms were fiercely hauled toward him, as though an unseen power had gripped them tight.

Ragnar smirked.

Helplessly soaring through the sky, they were drawn right into his grasp.

He swung the club.

The initial phantom shattered like broken glass.

The next one exploded moments after.

Ragnar started smashing them one by one with savage accuracy, every hit striking like a sledgehammer. The noises reverberated over the asteroid as his club lifted and dropped in rapid rhythm.

Eleven strikes.

Eleven destructions.

Crimson vapor burst from his body while the phantom remnants dissolved into floating deathmist. The vapor didn't hang around for long. It was drawn to Ragnar and consumed as the power got absorbed into his core.

Next, he focused on the horrors charging over the battlefield.

His legs flexed a bit.

The surface under his boots fractured as his huge frame rocketed skyward, propelling him high above the horde of beasts racing below. For a short instant, he lingered overhead, his shade extending over the deformed cluster of figures amassing underneath.

He adjusted his hold on the club, gripping it with both hands.

The weapon lifted over his head.

"Giant Smash."

The club started shimmering with a soft silver glow while the surrounding space warped around the falling blow.

Then Ragnar slammed it down.

The collision blasted across the asteroid.

A tremendous blast surged from the strike point, the power ripping through the advancing abominations like a ferocious gale. The terrain broke apart as the monsters got pulverized under the immense pressure of the attack.

Once the shockwave died down, the horde had vanished.

Just a huge pit lingered in their place, its floor marked with splattered blood and bits of bone strewn over the cracked stone.

As the final abominations tumbled into the pit he'd formed, Ragnar dropped his club and scanned the asteroid.

The tower remained upright, even if a few adjacent buildings had crumbled from the fight. The warriors who'd arrived with him were already sweeping the leftover structures, purging the insides and locking down the outpost precisely as ordered.

Ragnar propped the club on his shoulder and headed for the portal platform.

The top demon officer hurried over and halted a short distance away.

"General," the demon stated.

Ragnar gestured at the tower.

"Claim the outpost," he commanded. "Lock down the tower and set up the communication link just like Primus directed. Station your troops here."

"Yes, General."

Ragnar skipped any more verification. He mounted the portal platform and triggered the ring. The entrance blazed and engulfed him in a flash.

Seconds later, he emerged back on Abor.

The teleportation center had grown even more hectic. Fighters shifted between the rings while officials monitored the mission's advancement. Ragnar's enormous thirty-foot stature instantly caught eyes as he exited the portal, his imposing figure throwing a lengthy shadow over the square.

One of the demons tasked with logging the assault results glanced up from his tablet.

He swallowed hard.

"G-General," the demon stuttered, snapping to attention.

Ragnar set the club on the floor and peered down at him.

"Progress update?" he inquired.

The demon hastily reviewed the notes on the tablet.

"Sir, you're holding third place in sealing the outposts."

Ragnar arched a brow.

"Is that so?"

The demon bobbed his head anxiously.

"Sir Billion leads. He's sealed thirteen outposts already."

Ragnar let out a low laugh.

"Fits the pattern."

"The runner-up is—"

Ragnar held up a hand.

"Skip the second place details."

The demon halted abruptly.

Ragnar hoisted the club back to his shoulder and faced the following portal ring.

Then he disappeared.

Two minutes ticked by.

The demon lingered there, jittery as he updated notes on his tablet, when a nearby portal ignited.

A silhouette emerged.

Silver.

He touched down softly on the stone, tucking his wings as he surveyed the center.

The demon stiffened right away.

"Sir, your position is—"

Silver lifted a hand.

"Don't bother."

He rolled his shoulders a touch.

"Not my concern."

Before the demon could reply, Silver had pivoted to another portal.

He entered the ring and faded away.

The center fell silent once more.

Ten seconds passed before another portal hummed.

Lyrate glided from the entrance, her red gown swaying softly as she floated ahead. Her red gaze scanned the square before fixing on the demon close by.

The demon dropped his eyes to the tablet swiftly.

Then paused.

He stayed quiet.

Lyrate halted in the air and furrowed her brow faintly.

"Why are you frozen there like a statue?" she snapped. "What's my ranking?"

The demon bolted upright.

"Ma'am, you're fourth."

Her gaze sharpened.

"Who's ahead?"

The demon gulped.

"Sir Ragnar."

For a split second, Lyrate remained wordless. Then she spun toward the closest portal ring. Space twisted around her as she vanished, heading to the next outpost.

The demon dabbed sweat from his brow. Briefly, he thought of retreating from the portal area to breathe, but another ring sparked behind him before he budged. The portal shimmered and a shape appeared.

The individual was fully draped in the black robes of the Order of Absolute. The cloth hid him completely from crown to toe, and his features stayed shrouded under the hood's darkness. Just the subtle shape of his stance hinted at the serene poise of the figure present.

The demon snapped to attention.

"Sir Ash."

Ash offered a slight nod while advancing.

"Ranking?" he questioned.

"Second," the demon shot back fast.

Ash paused quietly.

"What's the difference?"

"Three outposts," the demon responded.

Ash dipped his head once. Without more talk, his form winked out, space bending as he approached another portal.

The demon swallowed. The instant Ash departed, yet another portal lit up behind him.

I emerged from it.

The demon saluted with such speed it seemed agonizing.

"Sir Billion."

"Hey, Dable," I replied offhand as I neared him. "How's everything? Hope they're not overwhelming you."

"N-no sir," he answered promptly.

I leaned in and grabbed the tablet from his grasp, eyeing the entries.

"Oh," I remarked with a light chuckle. "Check that out. Ash is in second."

Dable nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes sir, Ash is incredibly quick."

"He ought to be," I agreed with a nod. "He's powerful and his sealing techniques work great for purging buildings."

I returned the tablet to him.

"Fine," I stated with a faint grin. "I'll pick up my pace a notch. Gotta keep a solid lead over the rest."

Dable bobbed his head keenly.

"Yes sir."

I faced the upcoming portal ring. Before entering, I stopped and glanced back.

"Dable, any updates from beyond?" I queried.

He nodded at once.

"Yes, General Kharzun noted some activity," Dable said, his voice growing grave.

I smiled and pivoted. Shortly after, space warped around me and I advanced, vanishing into the entrance as I headed to the following outpost.