My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 659: Exploding Rage

Rising slowly toward the heavens, Primus let the dawn’s first light glint off his crimson armor. Six figures in cloaks ascended behind him, their disguises unable to mask the murderous intent radiating from them—an aura so potent it made every demon present break into a cold sweat.

The valley fell into a heavy silence as Primus halted at the center of the sky, positioning himself directly across from Herald. His presence intensified, becoming sharper and more oppressive than I had ever witnessed before.

When he finally spoke, his voice resonated through the valley like the steady beat of a war drum.

"Father-in-law..."

The demonic host froze in place.

"...how is my wife doing?"

Audible gasps swept through the assembled armies. Even from my hidden vantage point in space, I noticed Herald’s pupils contract. His jaw tightened momentarily before he wrestled his features back into a mask of indifference.

Primus pressed on without hesitation.

"I hope she is doing well in Dragos," he remarked, his tone bordering on cheerful. "And that she is enjoying her new life."

The reaction was instantaneous.

Confused whispers broke out among the Bloodreavers. Orobas snapped his head around. Dorian nearly lost his grip on his sword. Even the siblings of Primus looked on in total shock, their eyes wide and their auras flickering with disbelief.

"Primus," Dorian barked, "what are you talking about?!"

Throwing his head back, Primus unleashed a loud, manic, and furious laugh that echoed throughout the valley.

"Oh, you didn’t know?" he yelled. "Let me enlighten you!"

The laughter vanished, replaced by words dripping with icy malice.

"The mastermind behind everything—the phantom attack, the assassination plots, the hidden conspiracies..." He raised his arm, pointing his finger directly at Herald. "...is my beloved wife, Lana Del Rey. And the entire Del Rey family."

Shock crashed over the Ronics like a tidal wave, causing even their disciplined lines to waver. Platius stepped forward, his fists white-knuckled.

Herald’s composure finally shattered.

"STOP YOUR NONSENSE!" he thundered. His aura detonated outward, blue flames slicing through the air. "You dare slander my daughter?! Your family murdered her; do not drag her name through your delusions!"

Primus leaned forward slightly, his grin widening.

"Oh, Herald... Herald..." he whispered. "I have seen the truth. Felt it."

Then his voice exploded once more, sharp and frantic.

"Don’t pretend innocence! Lana betrayed me. She sold Armus to outsiders. She orchestrated my death. And she used your entire family as her puppets."

Herald’s face contorted. "You filthy—"

But Primus interrupted him with a piercing giggle, his eyes burning with a mix of insanity and rage.

"Of course I’ll come at you," he hissed. "At you and your entire family."

The cloaked figures behind him shifted, their killing intent surging like a gathering storm.

"I will burn you all to the ground," Primus vowed, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "There will be no room left for the Del Reys in Armus."

His aura erupted—violent and wild, it shook the very atmosphere. The valley groaned, and even the cracked earth below seemed to shrink back in fear.

Then he struck.

A crimson shockwave blasted out as Primus blurred forward, tearing through space like a sentient meteor.

A heartbeat later, he was right in front of Herald.

"AHHHHH!" Primus’ roar shook the valley as he threw a punch with every ounce of his being—rage, betrayal, and hatred distilled into pure power.

A massive fist of roaring red flame burst from his arm, searing the sky as it hurtled toward Herald.

Herald’s eyes widened, but he suppressed his shock and roared back, launching a counter-punch. Blue flames crackled, ripping through the air as a giant fist of fire surged forward to intercept Primus’ attack.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The collision exploded like a dying star. A shockwave rippled outward, leveling the nearby terrain and sending debris flying into the sky.

Bloodreavers roared their approval.

The Del Rey demons staggered back, completely stunned.

Herald himself was hurled several steps back through the air, his aura flickering erratically.

Primus did not relent.

He charged forward again, flames coiling around his arm in a spiral.

"So this is all the confidence you have left, Herald?!" he shouted, his voice as sharp as a blade. "Relying on your daughter’s lies until the very end?!"

Snarling, Herald was forced to raise both arms, desperately manifesting layers of blue barriers.

"That bitch is dead!" he spat. "Do not use her to mask your delusions! You’re a disgrace—"

Primus twisted his foot, the space around him cracking, and reappeared above his foe.

Herald’s eyes went wide. Primus drove his heel downward.

"DISGRACE—THIS!"

BOOOOOM!!!

Herald was slammed into the earth like a falling mountain, the force of the impact sending rocks and dust exploding in every direction. A crater formed instantly, large enough to engulf ten houses.

The Bloodreaver warriors broke into thunderous cheers.

"PRIMUS!!"

"BLOODREAVERS!!!"

"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL!!"

Their roar rolled across the battlefield, making even the Ronics tremble.

Herald coughed up blood, struggling to stand, but Primus dove down again, flames spinning around his arm like a drill.

"You still don’t understand," Primus growled. "Today is the end of the Del Reys."

Herald forced his broken body to stand, his face twisted by a mixture of fury and shame.

"This war will bury YOU!" Primus spat.

Primus’ eyes glowed a deep crimson. The valley vibrated.

A deafening roar erupted from the Bloodreaver ranks. The warriors, already shaking with anticipation, finally broke.

"BLOODREAVERS!!!"

"CRUSH THE TRAITORS!!!"

"FOR ARMUS!!!"

Red auras flared across their entire army like a wild, spreading fire.

High above, Orobas rose slowly into the sky, the ritual markings on his withered frame glowing with a deep, pulsing red. His presence descended upon the battlefield like a mountain, weighing down on every chest.

When he spoke, his voice rumbled through the valley like ancient thunder.

"Stain the earth red," Orobas commanded, his burning eyes locked onto the Del Rey camp.

"With the blood of the Del Reys. They are traitors to our race."

The effect was immediate.

A hundred Bloodreaver grandmasters charged forward simultaneously, creating sonic booms as they moved. Their killing intent flooded the valley like a tidal wave, thick enough to make even veteran soldiers shake.

Behind them, tens of thousands of Bloodreaver troops roared and rushed forward, the force of their charge making the earth tremble.

The Del Rey army wavered as the impact of that killing intent slammed into their ranks.

On the western flank, the Ronics exchanged grim glances.

They had lost an ancestor. They required no further motivation.

Platius ascended into the sky and pointed his spear downward.

"RONICS—ADVANCE!"

A violet ripple moved across their army. Grandmasters shot forward, faster than arrows, their auras crashing outward like violet lightning. The rest of the Ronic host howled and charged in their wake, their anger boiling over into pure rage.

Three armies thundered toward one another. Red and violet began to swallow the blue. War had finally been ignited.

And high above it all, I hovered out of sight, watching the chaos I had engineered unfold exactly as I had planned.