My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 661: Let It Bloom

My gaze shifted toward the most volatile sector of the conflict. The earth trembled beneath Primus’s mighty roar as he traded blows with Herald time and again. Volleys of crimson flames and azure soul-fire smashed together in the sky, detonating like celestial bodies colliding in a death throes. Both legions watched with bated breath, paralyzed by the anticipation of seeing which titan would be the first to fall.

Then, Primus launched his decisive strike.

With a deliberate rotation of his shoulders, he drew his blade back. The atmosphere surrounding the steel warped as intense heat coalesced into heavy, shimmering waves of molten air. The surge of power was palpable; every soul on the field felt the pressure.

Primus let out a thunderous shout.

"Blazing Wave!"

He brought the weapon down, channeling the full magnitude of his Essence and law comprehension into the swing.

A colossal, X-shaped eruption of searing fire shrieked across the terrain. It gouged a deep trench through the stone and sand as it tore forward, eventually slamming into Herald with a force that made the entire valley shudder. The Del Rey patriarch, clad in blue armor, attempted a desperate block, but his defenses were insufficient.

The inferno consumed him entirely.

A moment later, a harrowing scream pierced through the roaring flames.

As the fires dissipated, Herald plummeted from the heavens, hitting the dirt and tumbling violently. Crimson embers flickered across his mangled form. His right arm was gone, and his left leg had been severed; nothing remained but scorched, smoking stumps.

The Del Rey forces erupted in a chorus of terror.

"LORD HERALD—!"

Primus touched down gracefully, his sword still glowing with heat at the edges. His gaze was feral, consumed by hatred.

"It’s over," he growled, advancing toward the broken man. "You die here."

However, Herald was not yet defeated.

Though his features were contorted in agony, his trembling hand reached into his armor to retrieve a silver cube etched with intricate runes.

I narrowed my eyes at the sight.

Primus hesitated for a mere heartbeat, and in that window, Herald slammed the artifact into the earth.

The runes ignited.

BOOM.

A shimmering field manifested instantly, warping the fabric of space around Primus. Light fractured and the air bent, leaving Primus frozen mid-motion like an insect encased in amber.

A space-lock.

Herald let out a bloody laugh.

"You think... I came unprepared... for YOU?"

Primus fought against the constraint, but he was paralyzed; even his breath was stilled by the spatial anchor.

Hoisting himself up with his remaining limbs, Herald’s desperation spiraled into insanity.

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

As the Del Rey grandmasters lunged forward, I saw my opening. I didn't hesitate for a second.

’Now,’ I commanded through our mental link.

Six powerful auras surged in response. The cloaked figures who had been hovering silently in the sky finally descended, and the scales of the valley shifted entirely.

Steve acted first. A blue spark flickered, transforming into a streak of light that tore through the very fabric of reality.

Like a bolt of living lightning, Steve charged. He didn't slow down or falter; he was a mere azure line carving through the battlefield. The moment he reached Primus, he pressed his blade against the spatial cage.

Azure essence erupted with a roar.

SHRRAAACK!

The space-lock shattered like brittle glass, and Primus stumbled forward, liberated from his prison.

But Steve had already moved on.

Vanishing once more, he materialized above the Del Rey defensive barrier and delivered a downward strike.

BOOM.

The shield rippled violently...

Then it disintegrated.

Steve slammed into the enemy frontline like a falling star, launching bodies hundreds of meters into the air. Arcs of blue lightning danced across the Del Rey soldiers, paralyzing and incinerating their formations.

Panic swept through the Del Rey ranks like a plague, but they were given no chance to regroup.

The wind itself seemed to turn lethal. North was the next to vanish. One moment there was a void, and the next, she was in the heart of the enemy army. Her twin blades flashed in a blur. A crescent of shimmering wind radiated from her, and nine heads hit the ground simultaneously. The strikes were flawless and silent. Her face remained a mask of calm beneath her hood.

Then she struck again.

And again.

Soldiers fell like withered leaves in a gale.

The Del Rey elites shrieked in confusion, unable to even track her movements.

"Where—where is it—?"

"SOMETHING IS CUTTING US DOWN!"

"DEFEND—DEFEND—!"

But their defense was futile against a phantom. And yet...

The true terrors had not yet fully engaged.

Lyrate raised her hands from beneath her cloak. An ancient, suffocating pressure descended upon the valley, causing the battlefield to go still. Her voice rang out—melodic, feminine, and haunting, like the whisper of a forest deity in every soldier's ear.

"Forest’s Wrath."

The heavens grew dark.

The earth split open.

And then—

A massive tree burst forth from the soil in the center of the Del Rey army.

It climbed hundreds of meters toward the sky, its sprawling branches covered in leaves that burned with emerald fire. The force of its growth sent soldiers flying. Roots lashed out like predatory snakes, and the massacre began. Wood pierced through heavy armor, constricting bodies and crushing entire units, dragging screaming demons into the depths of the earth.

With every strike of a root, glowing flower-like particles drifted into the air. The petals radiated a soft light.

It looked beautiful and serene.

Then they detonated.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Eruptions of nature-energy decimated the Del Rey army, wiping them out in groups of dozens and hundreds. The entire battlefield was paralyzed by the sight. Even Orobas and Platius halted their combat, eyes wide with disbelief.

Even Herald, bleeding out on the dirt, looked up with pure horror etched into his ruined features.

"What... what is this...?"

The Bloodreaver soldiers roared in shock.

"That tree, what kind of power is that?!"

The Ronics were equally stunned.

Platius muttered in a trembling tone, "Those cloaked figures... they aren't demons. They are something else entirely."

Primus glanced back for a brief moment and smirked.

The battlefield was ours. The momentum had shifted completely, and the fate of the Del Rey family was sealed.

Amidst the carnage, a sharp mental whisper reached me.

Aurora: "You’re going overboard. At this rate, you’ll erase the entire valley."

Lyrate snapped back immediately, her voice dripping with offense. "Excuse me? Who are you to scold me? I’ve been here longer than you, lightning girl."

Aurora huffed, her voice crackling with blue sparks. "I’m simply pointing out that you’re slaughtering half the battlefield on your own."

"That’s the point," Lyrate replied with mock sweetness. "If you’re too slow to keep up, just say so."

"Oh, please. I could wipe out this army faster than your oversized weed."

"Try it, sparky."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Of course they would start bickering now.