My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 841 A Sudden Change

The pair of vessels decelerated steadily upon nearing the asteroid, their thrusters fading until the crafts halted entirely at a safe distance from the facility. Moments later, the swirling portal in their wake dissipated, revealing only the silent expanse of the cosmos extending infinitely in all directions.

Several moments passed without incident.

Suddenly, the exterior of the bigger vessel stirred.

A panel on its surface glided aside effortlessly, creating a broad platform that stretched out into the emptiness. A subtle barrier of force shimmered around the entrance.

Three individuals emerged at the forefront.

The leading one was a mature Naga gentleman. He held himself upright, exuding a calm and measured aura as he advanced to the ramp's brink and paused there. His visage was predominantly human-like, though clusters of shadowy scales adorned the sides of his neck and the edge of his chin. His gaze featured the distinct slit-shaped pupils typical of his kind.

The next form trailed him by a step.

This individual was evidently more advanced in years.

His frame bent forward a touch due to time's toll, yet the subtle energy field enveloping him revealed that any seeming weakness in his physique held no true significance. The plating on his body was deeper in hue and more robust than those of the rest, while his saurian eyes reflected the icy endurance of one who had endured numerous conflicts.

The final figure appeared last.

She was a Naga woman.

Graceful and towering, she glided with inherent poise to position herself next to the pair. Her scales gleamed paler, tracing intricate designs over her limbs and shoulders that offset the piercing luminescence in her reptilian eyes. From afar, her strength was plainly comparable to that of her companions.

All three qualified as Transcendents.

Following them, the troops started to file out.

Lines of Naga fighters, clad in heavy gear and brandishing arms, marched onto the platform sequentially, their dark, matching attire gleaming as they organized into orderly ranks. Altogether, close to three hundred Grandmasters gathered in support of the trio, establishing a formidable barrier of elite forces.

Concurrently, the duo of ships maneuvered a bit.

Armament arrays deployed from their exteriors, elongated barrels swiveling into position while acquisition scanners fixed squarely on the outpost beneath us.

Each firearm targeted the spire.

The intent was unmistakable.

They had come fully equipped.

The elder Naga advanced a fraction, his stooped posture easing somewhat as his stare fixed upon me.

Briefly, he examined the assembly levitating over the spire.

Afterward, his mouth twitched subtly.

"We learned that the banner of the Order of Absolute flutters above this outpost," he declared, his tone projecting clearly through the vacuum. "Thus, we decided to drop by."

His sight rested on me a beat longer.

"Yet who could have foreseen," he proceeded deliberately, "that we'd encounter the chief in person."

He dipped his head modestly.

"I am General Xeron."

The middle-aged Naga at his side came forward then.

"Commander Xebec."

The female Naga offered a slight grin yet remained silent, her keen saurian gaze scrutinizing each of us meticulously. In their rear, the three hundred warriors held utterly immobile, arms poised and primed.

My attention snapped straight to General Xeron.

I was certain I'd never crossed paths with the veteran Naga, but as I observed him, an peculiar echo of recognition tugged at my mind. It wasn't outright identification, yet an aspect of his demeanor struck a chord of odd closeness.

I kept that observation to myself.

We stayed suspended above the spire, and I addressed him steadily.

"Greetings to Base Thirty-Four of the Order of Absolute, General Xeron. I trust your journey proved uneventful."

The ancient Naga's mouth formed a subtle grin.

"Naturally," he answered fluidly. "Our vessels prioritize comfort."

"Indeed, it seems so," I replied with a brief incline of my head. "However, I take issue with those armaments directed at my facility."

With those words, I lifted my arm a touch.

The response came without delay.

The three Transcendents grew rigid.

The frameworks of the ships emitted deep groans as the alloys warped beneath an intangible force bearing down on them. Alert sirens ignited throughout their crafts, piercing alerts resounding in the emptiness as the ordnance tried to adjust.

The extended barrels pointed at the outpost quivered.

The crafts themselves started to crumple inward, their streamlined protective shells yielding faintly as though an unseen compression enveloped them and tightened.

The sirens intensified.

A number of the Naga Grandmasters fidgeted restlessly while the ships at their backs strained with creaks.

General Xeron observed the vessels for an instant before elevating his own hand marginally.

The compression ceased.

The crafts held their spots, although the armament arrays gradually deactivated as the lock-ons released.

The sirens quieted.

Xeron turned his eyes back to me.

"We merely sought discussion," he stated evenly. "What is the purpose of this action?"

I eased my arm down a fraction.

"I refuse to converse under threat of firepower."

Commander Xebec advanced now, his face hardening.

"Are you truly intent on this?" he inquired.

He motioned casually at the vessels trailing him.

"Those weapons are operational."

I held his stare steadily, unmoving.

"By all means," I responded coolly. "Demonstrate their function."

Xebec snorted derisively.

In the blink of an eye, his form disappeared from the platform and materialized right before me.

"Xebec, hold—" Xeron called out, but the moment had already passed.

Xebec's hand balled into a fist and thrust toward my torso with devastating power. Trailing the blow, an illusion of a colossal serpent's maw lunged ahead, its fangs parting as though to engulf me entirely.

And then that eerie feeling resurfaced. The remote intuition from before flooded my awareness once more. Briefly, it seemed I had detached from my physical self.

Time dragged to a crawl.

Xebec's punch crept ahead, millimeter by millimeter, through the atmosphere. The turbulent force in its wake elongated like a halted surge, the ghostly serpent's visage materializing gradually around the assault. Every element of the onslaught became visible: the strain in his sinews, the clench of his mandible, the eddying streams of might encircling his limb.

Even the troops in the distance looked frozen. Then another emotion welled up within me.

Rage.

A fierce, abrupt flare of it. Xebec had the audacity to attack me. His fist halted mere centimeters from my torso.

Not by his volition. An unseen barrier encircling me immobilized his frame. The apparition of the enormous serpent's head shattered at once, breaking apart into dissipating wisps of power.

The peculiar decelerated reality evaporated as swiftly as it had arisen.

Normalcy resumed. My arm lashed out. My digits clamped around Xebec's windpipe.

The instant I seized him, the Naga ranks behind erupted in activity, with arms lifted and energies coalescing for strikes.

Yet none advanced further.

I hoisted Xebec effortlessly from the ethereal ground beneath us, dangling him in the vacuum by his neck as he thrashed in my hold.

Suddenly, a silvery radiance erupted from my frame, enveloping me in a flash. Delicate silver motes floated skyward along my outline, resembling myriad glowworms ascending into the night.

I stared in astonishment at the abrupt transformation.

Xebec's eyes bulged in disbelief as the luminescence bathed us both.