My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 881 Legion Of Iron and Flame

I held my position without advancing right away.

Instead, my senses stretched outward.

They swept from my core, crossing the chaotic battlefield, slipping beyond our allies, weaving through scattered space debris, and plunging into the rift's depths. All actions, fluctuations, and entities snapped into clarity in my mind.

My attention locked onto the foes first.

The Eternal legion. This marked my initial clash with their full ranks. Previously, I'd only battled lone Eternal commanders or their phantoms and abominations.

They clustered nearer to the dark crystalline spikes, arrayed in a formation unlike any I'd witnessed. Not the wild frenzy of abominations or the flickering instability of phantoms. These were disciplined. Methodical.

"Xeron," I uttered, gaze unwavering ahead, "which legion is that?"

His eyes traced my line of sight.

"That," he answered, "is the Legion of Iron and Flame."

I squinted faintly.

"The legion behind the crafting of phantoms and abominations," he went on. "They serve as the smiths and engineers for the Eternals. Their legion structure baffles us completely, but seven major ones exist. The Legion of Iron and Flame ranks among the eldest… and the mightiest."

I peered more intently.

Eternals shared uniform builds—tall humanoid frames, unyielding, with those familiar black gemstone eyes. Yet their forms weren't the highlight.

The links were.

Slim tendrils of deathmist stretched from each, binding them to numerous constructs nearby. Controlled phantoms and abominations.

"Every Eternal commands several puppets, potentially phantoms or abominations. Elite variants," Xeron explained further. "Combat flows through these proxies. You're never up against a single foe. It's perpetually one versus hordes."

My gaze shifted to where the legion clashed with Nagas.

A suspended space bubble hovered amid the lines, hosting an ongoing skirmish inside.

Naga warriors had breached the fragment, only to face a surge of constructs. Phantoms charged ahead, swift and unpredictable, compelling the Nagas to defend. Larger abominations trailed, smashing into ranks and shattering cohesion.

Yet the true danger lurked rearward.

The Eternal.

It hovered at the bubble's brink, statue-still, eyes locked on the fray while deathmist threads emanated from it. Phantom dashes, abomination blows—all stemmed from that singular origin.

Felled phantoms got swiftly replaced. Fallen abominations rose anew.

Naga fighters battled fiercely, slicing through assaults relentlessly, yet retreated steadily, attention splintered, unable to close on the puppeteer.

The legion's Eternal tactics echoed my own style. They wielded summons in battle.

I observed as one Eternal raised its palm, a shadowy ring materializing before it, throbbing with dense deathmist. Something stirred from its depths.

An abomination.

Unlike prior encounters.

This beast emerged with serpentine slowness, its colossal body twisting into shape. Vast beyond typical abominations, its hide rippled as if struggling for containment. Fully manifested, it surged without pause, slicing through void toward Naga lines.

The impact hit instantly.

Its motion held purpose… not blind fury.

Deliberate cunning drove its path, sharp instincts shaping attacks and maneuvers. It adapted on the fly, responding to chaos rather than barreling ahead.

No mere abomination here. A precision instrument under sway.

I observed in silence.

"Does this rift hold just this one legion?"

"Yes," Xeron confirmed. "The Legion of Iron and Flame claims the whole rift."

I nodded deliberately.

Then he gestured lightly, directing deeper into the rift.

"See that."

My senses pursued.

Three silhouettes detached from the masses.

Eternal commanders.

Their aura dwarfed the rest. Even at a glance, their power registered. I gauged it precisely.

"Level 499…" I whispered.

Xeron eyed me silently.

"Is that their peak deployment?" I queried.

"No," he said. "A Saint could breach the rift anytime."

I met his stare.

"And then?"

A subtle grin crossed his lips.

"You spotted the silver serpent outside Kaalseris on arrival, correct?"

I affirmed with a nod.

"Our guardian," he stated. "We summon it here too. It counters any at that tier."

Logical enough.

"However," he warned, voice grave, "if the Matriarch lingers absent too long… even that might falter."

"What if Saints strike both your grade 3 rifts simultaneously?" Steve inquired.

Xeron chuckled dryly, devoid of mirth.

"Naga supremacy in the Blue Spiral ends," he declared. "Utter annihilation."

Silence hung briefly.

"Can't you call for aid?" I pressed. "From other galaxies… or Naga kin in the Prime Galaxy?"

"Pleading's easy, Lord Billion," Xeron responded. "Response is the issue."

He scanned the battlefield before elaborating.

"World Lords form a race's pinnacle strength, vital in lesser galaxies like ours. They rarely stir. Vacating a post invites invasion. Eternals lurk eternally. A Saint's shift risks counterstrikes on their domain."

I nodded.

Solid reasoning.

"Fine," I declared. "Time to start."

Xeron studied me briefly, then a feral grin lit his features.

Before us, his shape transformed.

Wrinkle-lined age dissolved into youthful vigor. Stance tallied, aura intensified, white locks cascaded as power unfurled.

"Naturally," he boomed. "Witness a World Lord's might."

His gaze honed razor-sharp.

"Act, and they'll detect you instantly," he cautioned. "Prepare—they'll dispatch a counter."

" banking on it," I shot back.

"In combat," he pressed, "spare our side from your wrath."

I dipped my head.

"No concerns there."

I faced my summons.

"Commanders and any reinforcements are mine," I announced. "Legion falls to you."

Ragnar advanced, smirking broadly.

"Count on us," he vowed. "We'll leave scraps at best."

I acknowledged, then eyed Azalea.

"You fighting too?"

"Yes," she affirmed. "Prepared."

"Excellent," I said. "Stick by Steve and North."

They moved up, eyes fixed on the fray ahead.

I ascended gradually skyward, form rising as my stare returned to the rift and the trio of Eternal commanders poised there.