My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 885 Absolute Reinforcement

I surveyed the chaotic battlefield.

Time itself lagged for a brief instant. Warriors from both armies froze, their focus pulled toward the shattered spikes. Even the wandering war zones halted faintly, like the vacuum was responding to the shocking event.

I exhaled deeply and issued my command.

"What are you waiting for? Destroy the legion."

My words boomed over the battlefield, reverberating through the emptiness.

That ignited everything. The Naga army exploded into action.

Cheers erupted in a massive wave, and right away, the whole formation charged ahead once more. All doubt vanished. The stunned pause ended. Pure battle raged now.

My summons struck first.

Ragnar unleashed a thunderous bellow that rattled the surrounding void as he dropped his limits. His frame ballooned swiftly, sinews bulging, skeleton realigning, transforming him into a colossal ape dominating the area. Fists balled tight, he barreled into the fray, pulverizing phantoms and abominations without mercy.

Next to him, Silver morphed.

His form elongated and reshaped into avian glory, vast wings unfurling as he soared skyward. He overshadowed the hovering wreckage, and one mighty wing stroke sliced through enemy hordes, flinging them into the abyss.

The battlefield quaked once more.

A gigantic tree burst forth from thin air, its roots exploding outward in a frenzy, extending at breakneck speed. They ripped through the fabric of space, slamming into the Eternal legion, ensnaring, pulverizing, and shredding whatever they encountered.

Yet Ash truly turned the tide.

Suspended space orbs containing Eternal clusters across the field lit up. Intricate runes etched themselves onto their surfaces sequentially, weaving elaborate sealing arrays.

His handiwork.

The runes constricted. The orbs started shrinking.

Then imploded.

Vast swathes of the battlefield winked out as the interiors crushed utterly, devouring all contents within.

On a separate flank, Steve, North, and Azalea battled as one.

Azalea had transformed into her azure serpent shape, her enormous bulk plowing straight into the legion, ripping their ranks asunder. Steve flanked her, his blade slicing effortlessly through anything short of Upper Transcendent, his assaults swift and unyielding.

North engaged in her own style.

She clung near Knight.

Darkness pooled under their feet, and from those shades, they blinked in and out, eliminating vital foes. Controllers, leaders, aides—down they went one by one, caught off guard.

I observed the entire spectacle.

And it was plain to see. Their power levels climbed rapidly.

I monitored the rift intently. Nothing stirred. No alteration from the tear. No power rush from beyond. No Saint intervening to halt my rampage.

A faint grin crept onto my lips.

"Then let's push it further…"

I lifted my hand once more.

The overhead tablet quivered, chains snapping to life immediately. They ascended anew, thicker now, their mass bearing down on me as they stirred. That familiar ache coursed through me, yet I pressed on, igniting Node 1 again.

The chains lashed out.

They encircled yet another obsidian crystal spike, winding snugly until secured. The spike fought back fiercely, just as prior, repelled by rift-born pressure.

I yanked hard.

Node 1 blazed inside me, fueling a torrent of power.

The spike wrenched loose. This round, I kept it level before me.

Then I altered its nature.

Flames raced over it initially, blaze erupting along its face, converting the dark gem into a fiery inferno. Lightning chased after, jagged bolts surging wildly, fracturing its frame, infusing chaotic force.

The whole spike shuddered under my grip.

I whirled it via the chain and hurled it forth. The enormous form streaked like a meteor, shredding space en route to the rift. It breached the edge, half-submerging into the swirling hues.

Right as it nearly vanished, I balled my fist.

The chains obeyed.

And I triggered the blast.

BOOM!

The blast wasn't mere shockwave.

It was pure chaos.

The spike fragmented deep in the rift, unleashing fire, lightning, and its binding essence in one cataclysm. The rift convulsed wildly, borders crumbling and reshaping in frenzied surges.

For the first time, echoes came from beyond.

Screams.

Yells.

The turmoil rippled out fast. Surviving spikes hummed, the rift warping from the assault, fighting to hold steady.

Suddenly, the rift's interior split, sensing motion from the far side. A silhouette emerged gradually, drifting from the gash.

Another Eternal loomed near ten feet high. Like mine, its form shimmered silver.

But one key distinction.

At its core, a nucleus pulsed—an orb of packed Essence, radiating intense, unwavering brilliance.

A Saint.

Its stare locked onto me instantly. With its arrival, the battlefield transformed.

Every Eternal soldier, from Upper Transcendent down, ignited in glow. Subtle silver radiance permeated their beings, as if dormant power stirred awake. The shift started mild, but seconds later intensified, their auras honing sharp as the light held firm.

I squinted.

My senses flared wide, scanning the field anew, zeroing in on each Eternal foe.

And there it was. Their might swelled.

Boosted from outside, propelled upward. Actions grew precise, grips firmer, strikes synced better. Phantoms and abominations mirrored the surge.

The legion had received a massive upgrade.

"Wow…" I whispered. "Now that's what I call reinforcement."

I breathed out steadily.

Then I let the chains go.

The red bonds slackened, floating free from my command. Simultaneously, I shut down Node 1, allowing the power rush to ebb. Tension eased into smooth, balanced poise.

Brute power wasn't key now. This demanded a new approach.

The battlefield evolved.

And I sensed it. From here, victory wouldn't come from sheer dominance. It meant facing a deadlier threat.

I eyed the Saint once more. That luminous core in its frame.

Then I smirked softly.