My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 888 Absolute Destruction

Destruction swept swiftly across the battlefield.

All lingering space bubbles containing fragments of the Eternal army crumbled beneath the blast's might, their delicate frames powerless against the shockwaves. One by one, they imploded inward, pulverizing everything trapped inside as the warped spatial pockets collapsed into oblivion.

Sek's constructs, though, didn't vanish entirely.

The three enormous shapes that had battled mine lingered, albeit greatly shrunken. Their former immense aura now appeared markedly feeble. Directing my senses toward them, I perceived the damage's full scope. Almost forty percent of the dark crystalline material lay destroyed, slashing the size of his domain sharply. The once-rampaging torrent now seemed tightly restrained.

My attention turned to Sek. His face had altered. Composed poise remained, yet underneath lurked the blow from recent events. He had registered that harm.

I refused to grant him recovery time.

"Node 3, activate," I whispered.

My heart pounded fiercely as the three runes on my spine blazed to life. Power coursed through me, boosting every stat simultaneously by twenty percent. The shift hit fast and fierce, my frame tensing as strength integrated fully.

Right away, I triggered Apex Body.

Next came Essence Redistribution.

I funneled twenty percent of my Dexterity into Strength.

The transformation struck instantly.

My muscles tightened, becoming thicker and weightier, while blood raced faster through my veins. The silver radiance enveloping me brightened almost twofold, power focusing sharply inside.

Without pause, I advanced.

I planted my foot solidly, knees bending as I torqued my torso. Fist balled tight, silver light compressed, streaming from toes up via core, shoulder, and arm.

All power funneled into my right fist. It blazed with stellar brilliance, as if clutching a star fragment.

Then I unleashed.

"Absolute Destruction."

As my fist thrust ahead, pent-up energy erupted, hurtling as a compact silver light orb. It ripped space apart, dense and compact, trailing warped space like a comet the size of a fist.

The ensuing shockwave erupted savagely right away.

It blasted over the battlefield instantly, scattering troops, shredding fragile space while the assault pressed on.

The silver blast traversed the field in one breath.

Trailing it, space split in a razor-thin gash, emitting an unearthly shriek—not of any beast. Sharp and prolonged, like the void tearing open, a piercing wail resounded across the field as the strike bored ahead.

All gazes locked onto it.

Sek responded.

For the first clash showing haste, he snapped his hand up, remnants of his domain rallying. The diminished black river surged, coalescing with all remaining force. Crystal flow densified, weaving into a thick barrier encasing him in a multi-layered dark dome.

The dome hardened precisely when the strike hit.

Collision detonated at once.

BOOM!

The silver mass crashed with colossal power; momentarily, the barrier endured. Then cracks spiderwebbed its surface. Black crystal layers fractured under strain, force penetrating relentlessly.

The noise escalated.

That piercing spatial wail ripped around them as the attack bored on, unyielding, unstoppable.

The dome failed.

It burst apart, dark shards flying into emptiness as silver pierced remnants and slammed Sek squarely.

The blast was restrained yet ruinous.

As glow dimmed, he endured.

But broken.

His right side below the neck had vanished, utterly erased. Prior silver aura gone, only his central core sputtered faintly.

Dark blood oozed from his ruins, drifting lazily into the abyss.

He ignored me.

His surviving form withdrew toward the rift. Space parted behind, and he plunged through without delay, aura waning beyond the edge.

Instantly, he vanished.

I blinked in true shock.

"What the… did he just run away?" I muttered to myself.

Senses flared outward, scouring battlefield nooks, delving into the rift for any sign.

Nothing.

He had fled utterly.

I breathed out gradually, relaxing as I shut off Node 3. Power ebbed, replaced by profound fatigue. Essence nearly depleted, reactivating Saint body soon impossible.

That final blow consumed all.

Behind, my domain wavered unsteadily before dissolving completely.

The battlefield, frozen by that clash, roared alive again. Now our allies charged fiercer: Naga troops and summons exploited our surge.

I summoned a throne behind, sinking into it, prioritizing restoration. Dawn core energies trickled into my generator core, gradually refilling spent reserves.

"That was… devastating," Xeron remarked, materializing nearby, eyes on the rift.

"Yeah," I answered, eyeing the scarred space from my hit. "That was my strongest attack."

That zone's void quivered, slow to heal. Silver distortion scarred visibly.

I reclined, pondering.

Had I hit Saint rank already… that blow would have finished him.

"Do you think he'll come back?" I asked.

Xeron shook head firmly.

"That one? No chance," he said. "The damage he took was severe. It will take him years to recover from that. But…"

He hesitated momentarily.

"Another Saint could arrive."

I squinted faintly.

"In my current condition, that would be difficult to handle," I said.

"True," Xeron replied. "But the chances are low. They won't send another one so quickly unless they consider this rift critical."

I glanced at the battlefield.

Then the rift.

And waited.