My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 714: Closer To The Core

The hierarchy of the Eternal forces mirrored the demon army, though a fundamental distinction separated the two.

On the side of the demons, Saleos held absolute authority at the peak. Under his command were the left and right commanders, followed by thirteen demon captains, with the remaining legions organized into disciplined units beneath them.

In contrast, the Eternal side operated with a far more ruthless simplicity.

They lacked the complex command layers of their rivals. Positioned directly beneath the Eternal were only nine Transcendent Generals, each exceeding level 350. To them, everything else was nothing more than disposable fodder. Limitless swarms of mindless abominations were hurled into the fray with total indifference.

Those nine Transcendent Generals served as the true foundations of the Eternal’s military might. Should they be permitted to act without restraint, they possessed the power to shatter morale, dismantle formations, and transform this offensive into a one-sided slaughter.

That was precisely why I deployed my summons.

Their objective in this raid wasn't to annihilate the entire enemy host. Instead, they were tasked with pinning down those nine leaders. By keeping them occupied, they ensured the demon forces could advance without interference.

The demons required momentum. They needed to experience a victory that resonated deep within their souls.

My summons were to act as immovable anchors of resistance on the field—beacons proving to every demon following Ragnar that they were not merely charging toward their doom this time.

"Go," I commanded.

They responded in unison.

Ragnar was the first to strike.

His massive club descended with the weight of a falling world. The laws of gravity coiled around the weapon, intensifying the impact in a split second. Thousands of abominations beneath the strike were instantly flattened, their physical forms reduced to nothing but gore scattered across the void. His savage, guttural roar followed, vibrating with such intensity that the surrounding space began to shake.

With a thunderous boom, he blurred forward, traversing an impossible gap in a mere heartbeat.

He materialized directly before the lead Transcendent General. The armored phantom barely had a moment to react before Ragnar’s fist lunged forward, aimed squarely at its helmeted face with devastating power.

"Hahhahaha!"

The phantom erupted in a crazed, manic laugh, meeting the assault head-on by throwing its own fist forward without a shred of fear.

BOOM!!

The force of the collision sent ripples through the fabric of the void. Space itself warped at the point of contact as natural laws buckled under the pressure. Yet, Ragnar did not relent.

Before the phantom could regain its footing, Ragnar’s palm clamped onto its face. Treating the enemy like a makeshift weapon, he lunged forward again, dragging the screeching Transcendent along. An instant later, he slammed the phantom into a second general, causing both to collide in a spectacular eruption of force and lethal deathmist.

That was the answer Ragnar provided.

There was no hesitation and no holding back.

Only an unstoppable surge of power remained.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder drowned out every other noise in the void. A brilliant blue radiance washed over the charging demon army like a surging tide.

Every eye turned upward.

Aurora was suspended high above the field of battle, her hood and cloak fluttering violently as arcs of lightning danced around her. Three colossal spears, forged from pure, condensed lightning, hovered above her, crackling with volatile energy.

She swept her hand downward.

The spears streaked forward.

In a flash, they crossed the vast expanse of the battlefield to strike three Transcendent Generals. Protective shields flared and defensive laws shrieked into existence, but the resulting collision was ruinous.

Lightning exploded through the void, hurling the generals backward. Their bodies tore through the ranks of abominations like falling stars. Before they could recover, Aurora vanished and reappeared in the center of the chaos, trailing lightning as she pursued them without mercy.

That opening was all the demon captains required.

With five Transcendent Generals occupied by Ragnar and Aurora, the captains charged forward. Their domains manifested one after another, layering and strengthening each other as the demon forces crashed into the abomination lines with lethal precision.

What followed could no longer be called a battle.

It was a total massacre.

The center of the void battlefield collapsed.

The demon army surged ahead, pushing directly toward the inner sanctum of the Eternal forces.

The moment that invisible threshold was crossed, I sensed it.

A violent surge in deathmist fluctuations vibrated through the void.

My attention shifted toward the core layer. Enormous weapons stationed there began to pulse with light as deathmist poured into them, charging concentrated beams aimed at the advancing demons.

I could not permit that to happen.

I lifted my hand.

My duty in this charge was straightforward. I had to ensure the momentum remained unbroken, yet I couldn't be so aggressive that the Eternal felt forced to intervene too soon. Pushing too hard before our goal was met would only lead to catastrophe—reinforcements, direct interference, or worse, catching his personal gaze.

It was a precarious balance.

I forced myself to remain still, fighting the temptation to drain the deathmist saturating the battlefield. I was well aware of the consequences. If I consumed all the deathmist within this rift, the Star of Origin would fully awaken from its slumber.

The time was not yet right.

My senses expanded, locking onto the core layer. There, fixed in massive arrays, were 43,000 weapon platforms preparing their salvos. Each was gorged with deathmist, capable of snuffing out thousands of lives in a single burst.

Targeting so many objectives simultaneously strained even my Psynapse. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes as I sharpened my focus, prioritizing surgical precision over raw scale.

Enduring the strain, I triggered my skill.

"Sanctum of Judgement," I murmured.

The void remained silent. There was no blinding light, no roar, and no obvious sign that the skill had been used.

Instead, invisible fractures in space radiated from my hand, traveling faster than a thought. They glided through the chaos unnoticed, weaving through the abominations and past clashing domains to reach the heavy weapon systems guarding the core.

Then, the impact occurred.

The front of the core layer erupted in a rapid chain of explosions, sounding like a string of firecrackers. One platform after another shattered from the inside out, their structures disintegrating before the energy beams could even finish charging.