My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 780 Lets Capture

Aside from the iced-over entrances, we obliterated every part of the outpost.

The central spire crumbled to nothing but powder. Nearby buildings were wiped clean. The emptied crater got buried beneath thick sheets of frost, not out of any real need, but just on a whim. The betrayers met swift ends, and on this occasion, I ensured the system gained zero benefits from their demise.

Afterward, I orbited the barren world completely, my senses scanning across every cracked peak and lifeless peaks, confirming that no useful item escaped notice.

At last, we headed back to the quartet of iced portal entrances.

With one finger lifted, the frost vanished in a flash, stripping off like it was never there at all.

"Time to advance," I declared. "To the following outpost. Now, we ensure we seize the specter carrying the details we require."

Knight eyed the entrance, his tail's edge twitching sharply. "What if it attempts to blow itself up?"

"I'll deal with it," I answered steadily.

Ash advanced next, his face intent. Binding symbols ignited near his palms while he neared the main portal. He fine-tuned the settings with expert ease, fixing them to the upcoming location. Extra binding formations wove into the gateway's edges, steadying it and securing a way back.

"That way we return to Feradros after finishing up," he explained, completing the last symbol.

The portal throbbed.

A burst of radiance exploded forth, engulfing the structure in a dazzling burst.

We plunged inside without delay.

We arrived at yet another outpost, though this round I skipped concealing our presence. No point in it.

This outpost stood upon a satellite.

The moment we landed, my awareness expanded rapidly, covering the terrain in one swift motion. The outpost's layout, the streams of tainted deathmist, the posted specters, and farther out, the enormous world circling which the satellite revolved, positioned so near its atmospheric layers showed plainly.

"Whoa," Steve whispered, peering at the sphere underneath. "That's... really near. Do you suppose that world's significant?"

"Possibly," I responded. "We'll investigate it afterward."

Our chat stayed relaxed, yet the outpost had already detected our arrival.

Specters halted in their tracks. Guards pivoted. Some gawked directly, their faceplates shining more intensely as they struggled to grasp how foes materialized without opposition or warnings.

"Very well," I stated evenly. "Team, let's begin."

I shot skyward in a blink, materializing over the main spire.

This outpost rose tall this go-around, one enormous pillar rooted into the satellite's ground. I stretched out my arm, and the uppermost level burst apart in a spray of rubble.

A shape rocketed out resembling a shooting star.

I seized it around the neck.

The Rank Three Hollow Star specter crashed against my grasp, its superior Transcendent energy bursting out on instinct prior to crumbling beneath my control.

"Prior to proceeding," I remarked casually, "allow me to claim this first."

I triggered the Star of Origin.

The deathmist within its frame responded at once, swirling wildly while getting torn out. In mere moments, the specter's human-like shape emptied, its luminous faceplate fading as the vapor got fully extracted. All that was left amounted to a vacant suit of armor.

Frost extended from my fingertips, encasing it in the sky.

I let go. The iced remnant hung suspended, still.

Next, I faced the spire again.

I struck the atmosphere lightly.

A quiet wave spread as purple symbols flowered into being. Basic symbols—corrode symbols. Their purpose stayed simple: sap Essence, shatter form, obliterate substance.

A single symbol turned into ten.

Ten turned into hundreds.

Hundreds turned into thousands.

They proliferated until the sky filled with them, a purple horde obscuring the spire below.

I gestured with my palm.

The symbols rushed ahead like a plague of insects.

They clung to the spire's exterior, digging inside. The framework started melting from the bottom up, components fraying while its Essence drained off. Tissue disappeared initially. Then skeleton. Even hardened metals held no advantage, eating away to oblivion.

Within instants, the bottom levels no longer existed.

The symbols kept going. They burrowed further, ripping into base strata, arriving at the heart buried under the spire.

That disappeared as well.

In less than a minute, the spire had vanished so utterly that it seemed it never stood.

I pivoted and overlooked the remaining combat zone.

Or more accurately, the play area.

Aurora directed Silver with composure, adjusting his form while they drilled strikes against a resisting specter.

Ragnar battled a different specter using just one digit, chuckling while intentionally restraining himself. "Here's a disadvantage for you," he announced brightly. "Wouldn't be sporting any other way."

Ash lingered separate from the turmoil, engaging in no combat. His focus locked onto the corrode symbols lingering in the sky, his sight following their makeup and breakdown trails.

My eyes moved to Steve and North, ripping apart the leftover monstrosities.

I lifted my arm once more.

The purple symbols burst out anew, yet this instance they stayed unified.

They converged.

Guided by my command, the symbols wove together in flight, connecting, stacking, forming. Strands of purple Essence merged into a solid shape, thickening rapidly. Wings spread out initially, huge and pointed. A pointed mouth came next, followed by a sleek frame built solely from eroding marks.

A colossal symbol-bird floated over the fray, its reach almost equaling Steve's innate shape.

Then it acted.

Through one mighty flap of its appendages, the creation plunged.

It crashed among the monster swarm akin to a plummeting comet, gliding through forms rather than smashing them. In its wake, tissue frayed apart. Tainted fluid vaporized. Frames tumbled to ash as the symbols consumed all they touched.

"Blast it!" Steve bellowed overhead, bolts of electricity sparking near him. "Those belonged to my gains!"

I laughed softly without glancing over.

My focus shifted back to the encased specter.

With a relaxed flick of my wrist, I directed the chilled form floating to Lyrate. The frost surrounding it thawed in transit, abandoning the empty plating bound merely by squeezed void.

"Lyrate," I instructed steadily, "you understand the intel I'm after. Proceed quickly."

She accepted the specter promptly, her look darting to me momentarily before fixing on it.

"I shall," she answered plainly.

Her voice held utter certainty.