My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 891 Another One

What came next was no longer any kind of fight.

It became a total slaughter.

The surviving Eternal troops, facing a crumbling rift and shattered leadership, stood no chance of regrouping. Lyrate plunged back into the chaos immediately, unleashing her full might without holding back. She tore through their formations like a raging tempest, slicing them down with the ease of chopping through weeds.

My summons showed no signs of easing up. In fact, their ferocity only ramped up.

Every one battled with fresh vigor, their blows landing with devastating force unlike before. No restraint, no probing, no second thoughts. Each assault aimed to finish the enemy legion off swiftly, wiping out every last trace.

The battlefield cleared out rapidly.

Just a few hours later, everything ended.

The void, once brimming with foes and turmoil, fell eerily quiet. Only the Naga warriors, my summons, and my allies lingered, hovering amid the ruins of the recent carnage.

Several system alerts popped up before my eyes. I scanned them quickly, then froze.

My merit points had skyrocketed.

107 million.

An eyebrow arched in astonishment.

I'd figured both Grade 3 rifts needed clearing to hit the hundred million threshold, yet this one alone sufficed.

"That was… faster than expected," I muttered.

Slowly, the group started converging on my position.

My summons reached me first, then Steve and North arrived, with the Naga troops trailing behind, Xeron and Azalea leading them. They halted nearby, eyes locked on me.

I surveyed them briefly.

Then gave a nod.

"Well done," I said. "All of you. That went better than expected."

Xeron stayed silent. Azalea too.

They simply stood there.

Staring at me.

I furrowed my brow a bit.

"What?" I asked.

Xeron blinked, shaking off a daze, and released a deep breath.

"That…" he said, eyeing the vacant spot where the rift once yawned. "That was not what I expected to witness today."

Azalea kept mute, but her gaze echoed the same shock.

"You people…" Xeron went on, shaking his head faintly. "You just erased a Grade 3 rift like it was nothing."

A light laugh escaped me.

"Not nothing," I said. "But yeah… it went well."

He breathed out again, then stood taller, regaining his poise.

"We will gather our forces from here," he said. "And then move directly to the second rift."

I nodded.

"That makes sense. It's better to hit them fast before they reinforce the other rift."

He regarded me once more.

"And… thank you," he added. "What you did here, it changed things for us."

Azalea advanced a step.

"Thank you Lord Billion," she said. "I never thought that even today you will again end up helping me. First you saved my life and then the lives of millions of Nagas. I am not sure how I will ever repay you."

I shrugged.

"We're not done yet," I replied. "One more rift."

Xeron offered a subtle grin.

"Right," he said. "One more."

Behind me, my summons pulsed with eagerness, ready to charge again.

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Reaching the next Grade 3 rift happened swiftly.

Xeron's vessel sliced through the void at maximum velocity, ferrying us over sectors that once loomed huge but now felt trivial. Lingering fatigue from the prior clash and straining my boundaries still tugged at me, though full recovery had set in.

Upon arrival, the scene unfolded.

This rift differed greatly.

Unlike the prior wide gash propped by enormous spikes, this tear ran slimmer yet plunged far deeper, resembling a bore into existence rather than a rip. Orbiting it were huge rings in stacked arrays, not rigid frames but whirling bands of shadowy crystal shards, circling at varied paces.

Those rings served no mere ornament.

They pulsed with energy.

Every shard inside churned endlessly, warping and freeing space in cycles, spawning areas of erratic slowness or bursts of speed.

The Eternal army had adjusted accordingly.

Rather than fanning wide, they navigated the spinning strata, blinking across warped zones, lunging and pulling back. Phantoms darted via twisted timings, monstrosities burst from squeezed voids, while the Iron and Flame legions anchored the heart, dominating all.

The Naga defenders barely contained them.

Just holding on.

"This one is worse," Xeron murmured next to me.

I held my response. My focus had locked elsewhere. Lyrate hovered close, her silver radiance steady yet fierce, staring straight at the rift.

She pivoted a touch and met my eyes.

"Master," she said, voice laced with that familiar quiet assurance, "would you like to see who is more powerful?"

I held her stare. No trace of hubris. Pure certainty shone through.

A faint smile tugged at my lips.

"Alright," I said. "Let's see."

That sufficed as her cue. Instantly, we both launched ahead.

Our forms rocketed forth, slashing past the melee, bypassing all obstacles. Our auras blazed brighter, silver sheen cloaking us as we ascended, aligning right before the rift.

The field stirred. Both factions sensed it, but we pressed on. I inhaled deeply, channeling all into one spot.

"Absolute Destruction."

Silver energy coalesced in my fist once more, densifying massively as I spun and thrust it out. It blasted free like a shooting star, shredding space with howling warps, shredding the void in its path.

Simultaneously, Lyrate acted.

She didn't condense her strength like mine.

She unleashed it wide.

"World Root: Sovereign Bloom."

Her palms spread, and myriad scarlet roots exploded from the void encircling the rift. They stabbed into the spinning rings, the shards, the framework stabilizing the breach.

Then they flowered.

Enormous blossoms detonated over the whole setup, dwarfing previous ones, petals unfurling to engulf all in reach. The rings fragmented right away, their orbits crumbling as roots gnawed from inside.

My strike slammed the rift's heart simultaneously. The silver meteor pulverized its depths, widening it from core outward.

Then Lyrate's influence dominated.

Roots delved further, infiltrating the rift proper, flowering repeatedly, compelling the gash to implode beneath her dominion.

The System reacted.

Runes flared up at once, encircling the failing rift.

And in mere seconds, it vanished.