My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 777 Onto The Base

As soon as we passed through the portal, I sent out a spatial ripple on the move, concealing everyone from the approaching threat without pause.

The scene on the other side sharpened into view.

We hovered over a lifeless world. It remained intact, free from any cataclysmic ruin. It simply felt... drained.

The planet's exterior showed a muted grayish-brown hue, marked by old craters and long devoid of any air cover. No vapor formations. No watery expanses. No crustal shifts. Merely a barren orb wandering the emptiness, turning lazily, overlooked by celestial bodies and the passage of ages.

Yet it hadn't been overlooked entirely.

The world's exterior bore signs of intentional alteration.

An enormous depression had been hollowed out straight into the outer layer, like some gigantic force had pushed down and removed the terrain. This sunken area stretched for hundreds of kilometers, its borders sleek and oddly exact, arranged in circular steps that sloped down to the middle. Every tier stood fortified and leveled, creating broad ledges for buildings and arrays to stand firm without needing underground bracing.

The pull of gravity in this spot felt artificial. It held steady only over the depression, adjusted precisely to anchor objects while the surrounding globe stayed still and undisturbed.

In the basin's core, the outpost emerged.

A massive spire thrust up from the basin's bottom, rooted there like a sovereign's seat. Its base fanned out horizontally instead of delving deep, blending perfectly with the sculpted rock below. The edifice soared far beyond the basin's rim, level after level of sharp-edged design piled in careful balance.

Deathmist swirled lazily nearby, clustering and scattering like it drew breath. Subtle rune markings snaked across the spire's exterior, carved right into the substance, shimmering faintly then dimming and resurfacing in other spots. It resembled the spire from the asteroid outpost I'd encountered, only on a grander scale.

"This base is bigger," I murmured softly.

Vastly larger than the asteroid outpost I'd wiped out earlier.

Beneath our position, across the sculpted ground and hanging ledges, swarmed abominations by the millions. They shifted in structured streams instead of pandemonium, their twisted forms plodding on designated routes, gathering, scattering, reshaping.

Just like at the prior outpost, phantoms lingered among them too. Grandmasters and Transcendents navigated the crowd, their essences simple to identify. I tallied the Transcendent presences with ease as my senses scanned the entire depression.

Dozens.

Then one aura set itself distinctly apart.

An upper Transcendent, located midway up the spire.

Steve exhaled steadily. "Does it look like their headquarters by any chance?"

"No," I answered. "This is just a normal base."

I stretched my awareness to encompass the full outpost.

The bottom areas served administrative roles.

Four enormous portal entrances linked straight to the spire, set around its foundation.

One matched the gateway we'd just exited.

The remaining three connected to distant places.

Beyond the admin levels, the layout shifted.

The higher sections functioned as drill grounds. Echoes of law energies hung in the air all around. Here, phantoms honed their teamwork and practiced.

This setup wasn't fleeting.

This formed enduring facilities.

Knight's tail whipped sharply, its end blade snaring a dim gleam from the runes slithering along the spire.

"So," he stated evenly, "do we start dealing with the problem now?"

"Yeah," I responded. "Go ahead. North, Steve, you can begin. Clear out the abominations, level up, and clean the place."

They sprang into action without delay. Right when I dropped the spatial veil, they shot skyward, their existences now exposed in the vast expanse over the depression. Their powers burst free unchecked, slicing the heavy air of the outpost as they plunged toward the teeming crowds underneath.

Steve struck the ground ahead.

Bolts of electricity ripped from the heavens in wild streaks, coiling over his frame as he plummeted spear-like. Darkness seeped from under his soles, weaving into his descent, honing his outline. As soon as his feet landed amid the abominations, his blade whipped into action. Every slash bore an electric charge, thunderbolts surging along the metal's rim before exploding within the targets. Dark tendrils trailed the wounds moments after, completing the havoc begun by blade and power. Forms tore open, crumpled, or froze stiff before bursting to pieces, the space nearby howling as electricity leaped from foe to foe.

North landed shortly after, more subdued yet equally deadly.

She didn't slam into the throng; she merged seamlessly. Paired swords gleamed in brief, precise sweeps, her form darting in flickers too swift to follow. Gusts wrapped her thighs and arms, not raging but steady force, boosting each stride, turn, and blow. One sword sliced, the second exploited the gap, her drive unrelenting. Abominations toppled clueless to their doom, necks slashed, essences cracked, appendages hacked neatly before the breeze itself ripped them asunder. The earth underfoot etched with crossing trails, each tracing a route she'd long left behind.

Viewed from overhead, the swarm fractured.

Thunder and darkness gouged an expanding path of ruin near Steve, as North's maneuvers spawned barren patches where survival proved impossible. Phantoms howled commands, attempting to rally the horde, yet the tide of combat had veered irretrievably out of grasp.

The slaughter drew a swift retort.

From the outpost's depths, the spire stirred. Sheets of inactive runes ignited one after another, their light growing fierce as warning systems rippled up the build. Deathmist rushed over the spire's skin, abandoning its languid pulse for abrupt, frantic surges, akin to a pulse racing in alarm.

Grandmasters advanced initially.

They plunged in synchronized rushes, phantoms armored in thicker taint, their shapes firmer, more purposeful.

Edged formations took shape in their grips, twisted arms that vibrated with ruinous principles as they slashed across the field, slicing routes through the abominations to close on Steve and North. Then the air grew tense.

One overwhelming essence emerged from the spire's elevated levels, weighty enough to make even the emptiness over the depression sag. The upper Transcendent advanced, Its stare raked the chaos below once before fixing on the pair.