My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 839 Guests Without Invitation

"Establish the connection," I commanded, motioning at the tower. "And seize the base."

The chief demon advanced right away and bowed his head a bit.

"Understood, General."

He started giving directives to the troops following him as a few squads headed to the tower to lock down the controls and set up the link that Primus had directed them to enable.

Now that the base was firmly in our grasp, the mission pressed on.

Not delaying a second longer, I strode back to the portal ring and triggered it. A brilliant glow enveloped me, transporting me once more to Abor.

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Emerging from the portal on this occasion, the view had transformed.

Gone was the bustling activity that had crowded the teleportation center before; in its place, a massive round structure loomed close by. Crafted swiftly by Primus's rune experts, the edifice featured a sleek dome that ascended from the earth, resembling a dedicated hub for coordinating the campaign.

A handful of guards were posted at the exterior.

They snapped to attention upon spotting me and parted the doorway as I drew near.

Within the dome, the interior opened into a vast area brimming with suspended holograms.

Displays floated mid-air across the hall, every one revealing the site of a former Hollow Star outpost. Icons danced over the holograms as data flows refreshed instantaneously.

Every one of the seventy-one outposts showed up, aside from the one I'd freshly taken. And each now bore the identical sight.

A dark banner bearing the Order of Absolute's insignia. The spires previously owned by Hollow Star now flew our mark.

Links had been forged throughout the grid, enabling all seized outposts to send updates straight to Abor. Primus had completely overhauled the prior network.

Commanders and assault leaders were positioned throughout the space.

Primus along with various demon commanders examined the hovering holograms, as my summoned allies lingered close.

Aurora positioned herself next to North, the pair observing the displays in silence.

Upon my arrival in the hall, multiple gazes swung my way.

My eyes went to Ash initially.

"Excellent job, Ash," I remarked, offering a faint grin. "I figured you'd claim second spot."

Ash offered a brief incline of his head, his face remaining composed as always.

"I targeted the top rank," he answered in his typical even voice, "but apparently I misjudged my capabilities."

A light laugh escaped me.

"No worries. Future opportunities await."

"I placed third," Ragnar announced from nearby, raising his club a touch with a smirk.

"Indeed you did," I responded, nodding. "Solid effort."

Both Aurora and Lyrate had ended up fourth, and right then, they appeared to be intentionally avoiding each other's glances. A subtle, playful grin played on Aurora's lips, whereas Lyrate gave a minor eye roll, evidently unhappy with the outcome.

I directed my focus once again to the levitating displays encircling the hall.

"All seventy-two outposts locked down," I declared.

Primus gave an affirmative nod from next to a hologram.

"The grid holds steady," he stated. "Inter-outpost links are fully ours now. That outpost you just took ought to show up on the display soon."

I clapped Primus on the shoulder.

"Outstanding job, Primus."

He dipped his head modestly, yet a subtle shimmer of pride in his gaze revealed his gratitude for the praise.

"The rune specialists did admirably," he said. "Portal reinforcements wrapped up quicker than anticipated. As soon as the leftover outposts complete syncing their comms setups, the whole grid will function as one unified entity."

Prior to my next words, General Kharzun came ahead.

His face bore a grave look.

"I'm certain word has reached you about the stirrings."

Silence fell over the chamber at once.

I faced Kharzun.

"Affirmative," I replied. "Location?"

Kharzun lifted a taloned digit and indicated a hovering hologram.

The display altered promptly, expanding the regional chart.

"Three outposts sit perilously near the core Naga planetary group," he explained. "They've long kept watch over happenings there."

The hologram magnified deeper. One spot throbbed in crimson glow.

"Outpost thirty-four."

Multiple indicators popped up on the screen, tracing approach paths.

Kharzun went on.

"Scouts indicate Naga armadas are deploying. They're heading straight for that outpost."

Whispers rippled around the space.

Aurora crossed her arms deliberately while eyeing the hologram.

"They've surely picked up on the shift in command," she observed steadily. "Hollow Star held those outposts for ages. The instant the signals altered, the Nagas would catch it."

Ragnar huffed.

"Perfect," he declared with a broad smile. "I was beginning to worry this campaign felt overly straightforward."

Primus moved nearer to the screen.

"Ship count?" he inquired.

Kharzun motioned at the approaching indicators.

"Just two."

Ash murmured softly from my rear.

"They'll probably think Hollow Star's grip slipped on that outpost, yet they might not grasp the full grid's collapse."

"Except if a contact in that area tied to Abor already learned of Abor's downfall," I noted, thinking back to the moon observatories we'd razed.

For an instant, I stared at the spotlighted hologram. The Naga ranked among the Blue Spiral Galaxy's elite species, and their response to this turn remained uncertain to me. Yet honestly, it held little weight for my plans.

Controlling the Hollow Star outposts granted me a versatile grid ready for any use. Seizing them wasn't the issue—defending them was.

My current group lacked the scale to oversee every single one.

Demons could lend support temporarily, though they weren't genuinely my troops. Primus earned my faith, but that didn't extend blindly to all demons in his ranks. Eventually, I'd need to tackle this issue head-on, lest the grid we'd claimed turn exposed to renegade bands or power-grabbing elements from rival species.

This demanded thoughtful planning.

At last, I averted my eyes from the hologram and scanned the chamber.

"Very well," I stated evenly. "With their approach, we shall greet them properly."

My gaze flicked back momentarily to the marked outpost.

"Their demeanor will shape the outcome. If they act civilly, fine. If not…" I gave a casual shrug. "Teaching them manners poses no issue."