My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 822 I Am Here

Fourteen beams of energy ripped towards us in flawless harmony, closing in from every angle with deadly accuracy. These weren't simple bursts of power; each one packed dense Essence designed for ultimate devastation upon impact.

I stayed rooted in my spot.

The green Essence amassed within the dome instantly obeyed my intent. What had swelled like rising waters now pulled tight, wrapping me in a slim, see-through film. It looked neither bulky nor formidable.

With the beams drawing near, I unleashed a ripple through time.

This wave expanded from my core in a precise burst, not broad enough to cover the whole arena, yet potent enough to warp the time flow right inside the dome. As the beams crossed into its zone, their fierce speed dropped, turning their aggressive rush into slow, nearly halted drifts.

During that prolonged moment, they resembled less deadly spears and more luminous strips frozen in air.

They hit the slim green barrier.

The collision failed to burst outwards.

Rather, the beams pushed into the layer and started to come apart. Their packed forms weakened beneath the dual strain of the barrier and the time slowdown. Similar to threads of cloth being tugged loose one by one, the beams lost their unity. Their glow faded steadily while getting soaked up and scattered into pointless scraps.

All fourteen strikes melted away into oblivion one after another.

The wave dissipated.

The barrier held firm.

The green Essence kept whirling about me, calm and compliant, as though the world below had picked its ally.

Hollow Star showed no pause.

A fresh barrage sparked to life.

The devices on mounts reloaded in a flash, their hearts glowing fiercer than earlier while yet another set of beams surged at the dome's heart. On this round, the onslaught wasn't solo.

The shapes drifting overhead acted as one.

The three Eternals reached out their palms and fired thick jets of deathmist, dense and squeezed tight, their rays gloomier and weightier than those from the machines. The aged Naga advanced a bit and flung his limb wide, sending forth a space distortion that twisted the atmosphere ahead, hurling a space edge. The bug-like being parted its jaws and let loose a pinpoint sonic assault that undulated forth.

Two additional tight Essence rays from distinct flying devices merged into the barrage, aiming right at me from the sky.

This formed a united wipeout.

I breathed out steadily.

A mere time wave wouldn't cut it now.

The green Essence twirling near me reacted while I wove space into its fabric. The slim barrier grew a touch larger. When the initial beams breached its reach, I blended space and devour right into the defense.

The machine rays hit first.

Rather than just decelerating, they got yanked inside like caught by invisible tides. Their centers grew unstable as devour ripped apart their bonds from the inside, slimming them down fast before they could brush against my form.

Next came the deathmist rays.

Those I kept from grazing the barrier straight on. I bent space before them, shifting their course slightly so they arced away, skimming the dome's interior wall rather than boring into me. Wherever deathmist clashed with the focused green Essence, it hissed and broke down.

The space surge from the Naga hit soon after.

I met it with mine.

A tight orb of merged space and time took shape before my hand, and I thrust it ahead. The rival warps smashed together in the middle ground. For the briefest tick, the space between stilled, shuddering hard as opposing space forms battled. His surge cracked open first, its borders fraying while my time adjustment threw it off.

The bug-being's sonic strike arrived right alongside.

Rather than block it head-on, I flipped the shield's charge. The approaching pulse curved back and looped around me, the waves tangling up until they nullified in wild static.

The last pair of Essence rays dropped from overhead.

The green coil beside me shot up in a tall curve, clashing with them directly. The rays stabbed into the bulk for a second before vanishing, their power spread out safely through the broader current into the nearby zone.

Once the full attack wrapped up, the dome's inner air gleamed with lingering twists.

I stood unmoved in my position.

Over the dome, the aged Naga's face changed from cool scheming to outright shock as the dual strike missed making any dent.

I tipped my head a fraction.

"It's my chance," I murmured softly, fanning my palm open.

The green Essence beyond the dome, which had swirled in tame patterns, snapped to my order. What seemed serene now squeezed fiercely, pulling in to form fourteen solid, spinning lances.

Suddenly, the lances blinked out. They skipped straight paths.

They jumped through space.

The very next beat, every lance popped up right before the mounted devices that had targeted me.

BOOM!

The blasts hit right away and wrecked everything. Steel warped and ripped under the blasting outpour of world Essence. The devices blew to bits in flares of green radiance, and nearby builds crumbled from the blast's force. The aged Naga's gaze intensified.

I raised my palm skyward.

The Essence still pouring through the zone answered once more. It bunched up above the dome, shaping into a huge hand of packed green power that loomed threateningly above. The hand's build was stacked and solid, each digit clear, the whole chunk throbbing with pent-up might.

Then down it came.

The aged Naga moved at once. His blade was gripped tight as he slashed in one sharp sweep. A dark space edge burst from the cut, slashing ahead. The ray sliced into the falling hand, ripping a straight gash down its middle.

For a split second, the hand parted.

Yet the Essence refused to scatter.

It streamed.

The cut sections turned fluid and surged back as one, the dense lump reshaping like the slice never happened. The green power reunited, curling in to fix its form, and the hand pressed on downward without slowing.

It slammed the gray dome with smashing power.

Fissures spread like webs over the deathmist wall in growing webs. The frame creaked beneath the planetary Essence's crush. The barrier flashed wildly as its stacked layers tried to hold steady, but its base was already weakened.

The fissures grew deeper.

With one last push, the dome broke apart fully.

The gray wall burst into bits of fading deathmist and disappeared, clearing the path straight to the hovering group.

I grinned as the dome's broken pieces melted into the breeze, then my form rose off the earth. I ascended gradually at the start, green Essence twisting under my soles, until I floated level with the gathered chiefs' eyes.

"You see," I stated calmly, "I only need one of you alive for a civilized conversation. And I have decided it will be you, old man."

My stare locked on the elder Naga.

Then I blinked away.

Time warped about me as I triggered Chronostep. The surroundings dragged into extended slowness. Noises muted. Actions stretched out. The three Eternals nearest the aged Naga started pivoting to my old spot, their responses keen yet way too sluggish in the squeezed rhythm.

All three sat in the upper 470s. To them, I'd vanished. To me, they waded through molasses.

My right knuckles drove ahead.

It smashed into the first Eternal's cranium. No epic fight ensued. The power punched through smooth. His head burst open.

My left hand kept going, slapping the second Eternal's torso. I wove devour into the hit spot. The instant my hand met him, his chest caved in, his frame coming undone from core to edges.

The third Eternal finished his spin just as I flung both palms apart and slammed them down in one firm strike. My hands hit both temples. The blow squashed his head flat between, the ripple shredding his body through.

Time snapped back to normal speed.

Their broken chunks fell as dim wisps of deathmist.

A string of System alerts flickered in my view briefly while my levels climbed.