My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 716: Destruction

The momentum of the charge was never halted by the impact.

Instead, it was utterly transformed.

Silver’s descent sliced through the Eternal formation like a sharp blade piercing through layers of heavy armor. As his massive frame slammed into the initial defensive tier, the battlefield ceased to be a vacant void and turned into a scene of brutal carnage. Broken platforms, shattered law-anchors, and ruined structures detonated outward as the first Eternal defense layer fractured under the sheer weight of his dive.

The very void itself screamed in agony.

The defensive layer split violently down the center, with jagged cracks spreading like frozen lightning across the reaches of space. Large portions of the platform snapped off and drifted away, taking Eternal constructs and twisted abominations with them. Protective shields flickered and died.

Then, the demon army flooded in.

They showed no hesitation and zero slowing. What had initially been a focused spear-tip turned into an unstoppable tide. Waves of demons leaped from Silver’s back, hitting the broken platforms, ruined bastions, and floating wreckage. Their auras flared as they regained their footing, weapons igniting and domains expanding as the combat transitioned from void skirmishes to savage, close-quarters warfare.

This was no longer a fight at a distance.

This was a full-scale invasion.

The Phantom-level Grandmasters stationed upon the first layer reacted without delay.

Emerging from their bunkers, their presence felt frigid and suffocating. Unlike the mindless abominations, these entities moved with calculated intent. Their physical forms shimmered between solid matter and deathmist, with laws tightly woven around their figures as they stepped forward to halt the demonic surge.

They established their defensive lines.

The initial wave of demons slammed into them head-on. Essence detonated. Laws collided. Large swaths of the broken layer were illuminated by violent impacts as gravity folded, flames scorched the void, and shadows consumed the light.

Ragnar was already in the thick of it, pulling his generals along with him.

He didn't slow down just because the terrain had changed. He was indifferent to the fact that the battlefield now possessed structure, boundaries, and physical limits. His silver aura blazed even more fiercely as his boots struck the shattered defense layer, each stride splintering the reinforced material beneath his feet.

A Phantom general lunged at him from the flank, its body blurring as it tried to strike through a fold in space.

Ragnar turned to meet it.

His club descended with savage precision, the law of force collapsing inward at the exact point of contact. The Phantom didn't even have time to finish phasing before being crushed into the fractured platform, its essence imploding under the weight of layered force. Ragnar didn't stop, pulling his weapon back for a follow-up swing that obliterated the Phantom so completely that its body disintegrated.

I was gaining levels rapidly from their kills, and that progression was cycling back into them, making them even more powerful as the combat intensified.

His boisterous laughter echoed across the war-torn field.

Above his position, Aurora was completing her objective.

Two of the three Transcendent Generals she was fighting were already losing ground. Their shields were splintered, their domains wobbled, and their reactions grew more sluggish with every pass. Aurora moved like sentient lightning, her form flashing from one strike to the next, never remaining stationary long enough to be pinned down.

One of the Generals attempted to flee the engagement.

Aurora refused to let him escape.

She manifested above him, a spear appearing in her hand with a thunderous crack. She plunged it down through his defenses and straight through his core, pinning him to the broken layer below. Lightning surged outward, shredding his form from the inside out.

The second General let out a roar and charged her out of pure desperation.

Aurora met his charge head-on.

Her lightning coiled around his arm, flooded his body, and detonated. His scream was cut short as his form dissolved into nothing but lingering law fragments and fading deathmist.

She didn't stop to admire her work.

She immediately turned her attention toward the third General.

Below, the demon captains were leading the charge.

They pushed forward aggressively, expanding their domains as abominations were slaughtered in massive numbers. The traitors in their ranks had no remaining options. There was no place to hide and no time for doubt. The sheer momentum of the army dragged them along, forcing them to fight even though their instincts were screaming at them to run.

And every fallen soul fed something hidden.

Knight moved through the chaos, unnoticed.

He flickered between shadows and explosions, moving through the gaps in perception where the chaos was thickest. Wherever a Phantom was slain or where the deathmist grew dense, he appeared. His shadows coiled around the dissipating energy, drawing it in, refining it, and compressing it.

A thick, controlled crimson mist began to form around him.

He was careful not to take too much at once.

He took just enough.

Every bit of absorption was precise and deliberate, filling his growing reserves without alerting the Eternal side. The battlefield was far too noisy and violent for anyone to notice the silent harvest taking place in the shadows.

He was growing stronger in secret because we required his strength for the upcoming phase.

Silver rose once more.

After depositing the demon army onto the broken defense layer, he flapped his colossal wings several times and ascended. The void shook as he climbed, with crimson mist trailing from his wings like a tide of fire.

He hovered for a brief moment.

Then, tucking his wings, he dove again.

He wasn't targeting the soldiers.

He was aiming for the very foundation.

His beak hit first, followed by the massive weight of his evolved body. The first defense layer buckled entirely under the force of the hit. The platform split even further, collapsing inward as giant sections broke away and drifted into the dark.

The breach was now wide open.

That was when the tower finally reacted.

A pulse radiated outward from the massive structure closest to the rift.

A presence emerged.

The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat as a heavy, oppressive aura swept across the shattered layer. Laws began to shift. Space grew tight. The deathmist surged with unnatural vigor, thickening near the tower as if being summoned toward it.

The abominations let out a collective roar.

Across the field, the demon forces felt the change as well.

And Saleos provided the answer.

His aura surged.

It didn't burst out like Ragnar’s or flash like Aurora’s. It flowed out steadily, heavy and disciplined, anchoring the battlefield under its massive weight. The law of fire grew intense around him, stabilizing the demon ranks, strengthening their domains, and neutralizing the suppression coming from the tower.

I stood back, observing the unfolding chaos.

This was precisely the scenario I had envisioned.

The battlefield was deafening and violent, yet it was not falling apart. The demons were holding their ground. The Eternal forces were being forced to react and commit their precious resources rather than dictating the flow of the war.

I landed softly on the debris of the first defense layer and immediately pushed my perception outward, scanning the path from this layer toward the second. Space bent to my will as I teleported once more, leaping over the ruined battlefield and the warring armies to arrive in the void separating the first and second layers.