My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 887 Control Over Saint Authority

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Previously on My Talent's Name Is Generator...
Billion Ironhart confronted Sek, the forty-seventh general of the Legion of Iron and Flame, across the void above the battlefield, demanding he withdraw or face defeat. Sek refused and deployed his 'Roaring Tide' domain, manifesting a black crystalline river that dispersed into particles enveloping the entire warzone, reforming into beasts, weapons, and humanoids that assaulted the Naga forces. As the constructs encircled Billion, he invoked [Right to Anchor], freezing the crystalline substance motionless across the field despite Sek's resistance.

Once I sealed his domain, the battlefield transformed dramatically. My summons seized that brief window without hesitation.

They surged forward at once, slamming into the legion with fresh vigor, exploiting the abrupt freeze of the constructs that had been hemming them in from every direction.

Yet Lyrate altered the tide the most. It was as though she had anticipated this precise instant.

The enormous tree she summoned before remained firmly planted deep in the battlefield, its dominance already claiming a vast swath of the void. Lyrate hovered above it, her stance unwavering as she raised her hand and murmured softly.

"Eternal Bloom."

Space above the tree split open.

A colossal flower emerged, its petals unfurling gradually with five massive ones spreading wide. It started with a gentle yellow hue, radiating softly amid the surrounding turmoil. At its heart, a golden orb throbbed steadily.

Suddenly, the orb unleashed a wave.

This wave expanded silently across the battlefield, gliding through all obstacles in its way.

Upon contact with the Eternals, their forms began shrinking. Streams of life force were yanked from them, visibly flowing upward as green luminous threads. These threads ascended, pulled toward the flower overhead, fusing into the central golden orb.

The phenomenon propagated swiftly.

Everywhere the wave swept, the draining repeated. Legion soldiers grew feeble, their auras fading as vitality was siphoned off to nourish the bloom.

The flower intensified its radiance in response.

Its golden core flared brighter.

Gradually, one petal started shifting.

The yellow hue morphed.

Into red.

As though the absorbed life was tainting it, evolving it into a far deadlier entity.

Sek stayed composed, showing no shock. His eyes fixed steadily on me, treating my move as anticipated rather than a surprise.

Then he acted.

The immobilized constructs didn't shatter free right away. Rather, their composing particles transformed differently. They avoided shifting from their fixed spots. Instead, they fused together.

The change began faintly.

The thousands of humanoid shapes encircling me folded inward. One merged into the next, compressing their structures without defying the anchor. This wasn't spatial motion.

It was a state alteration.

My gaze sharpened.

"Clever…"

I intensified my intent. I bolstered it, delving the fixation deeper into their essence. The fusion decelerated, encountering resistance, yet persisted somewhat.

Sek had exploited a loophole. The surrounding battlefield reshaped. The myriad frozen figures consolidated into bigger entities. He traded numbers for dominance, packing everything into sturdier forms.

Pressure mounted on my Right, building steadily like an opposing force probing my hold's boundaries.

Then the hold shattered utterly.

The fixation gave way, and leftover particles erupted forth.

Three shapes materialized. The first ascended as a towering humanoid colossus, its bulk forged from dense black crystal, warping space with its sheer mass.

The second extended into a massive blade, its serrated edge quivering yet lethally keen to slice through all opposition.

The third coiled into an even greater peril.

A vortex.

It spun lazily at first, accelerating rapidly, its suction intensifying per turn. Vast enough to engulf Silver entirely, it warped space inward relentlessly.

A silver sheen then enveloped them.

Sek invoked his Saint authority. The constructs honed instantly, their potency surging upward.

I breathed out steadily and relinquished my grip on the Right.

If escalation was his game, I'd match it. I reviewed Runic Ascent's details.

[Node 1 Activation]:

All stats increased by 5%.

Activation cost: negligible Essence drain and physical strain.

[Node 2 Activation]:

All stats increased by 10%.

Activation cost: moderate Essence consumption and mild muscle strain.

Can be sustained for several minutes before strain accumulates.

[Node 3 Activation]:

All stats increased by 20%.

Activation cost: extreme Essence consumption and severe physical strain.

Activation time limited to minutes before risking injury and Essence backlash.

Silver light bathed me anew as I reignited my Saint body. Behind, the tablet pulsed, chains quaking while Essence roiled fiercely in my generator core.

Energy thickened the space around me. I lifted my hand, crafting my counters.

Natural essence howled from the void, converging on me and blending with the violet essence pouring from within.

A giant.

A weapon.

A vortex.

They manifested, echoing his yet radiating a distinct aura.

We gestured simultaneously, hurling our constructs into collision.

They smashed together.

The clash rocked the battlefield.

Giants clashed foremost, fists colliding with void-shaking might. Blades screeched violently next, vying for supremacy. Vortexes met last, their suctions clashing, shredding space in their battle.

For an instant, our constructs balanced in deadlock, energies grinding furiously, rippling shockwaves afar. But equilibrium crumbled fast. Sek's began advancing, not via brute power or speed, but superior subtlety and menace.

His mastery excelled.

The gap emerged swiftly. His laws bound tighter, purer, executed with precision. Black crystal forms endured blows unyielding, reshaping dynamically with unmatched efficiency my own couldn't match.

Weakness hit my side first.

My giant reeled under relentless assault, fissures racing over its frame. The sword chipped next, retreating as integrity eroded against Sek's flawless command. The vortex faltered last, spin unraveling, suction fading to collapse.

Breakdown ensued, pressure rendering sustain futile.

"Alright, off you go," I stated evenly, deciding the shift.

I triggered [Fractured Unity].

The separation I'd upheld between natural and violet Essence dissolved. Forces collided unbound.

My constructs ignited instantly.

Straining forms blazed silver as Essences fused explosively. Instability overwhelmed, shattering containment.

They detonated savagely, rending the gap between us, hurling energy waves that ravaged all nearby.

BOOM!!