My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 823 Annihilation

The annihilation of the three Eternals completely altered the battlefield's dynamics. Those who had been floating in assured array just seconds earlier now displayed obvious astonishment, their poise breaking as they scrambled for an escape from the dire situation. I refused to give them any chance to regroup.

Chronostep activated once more.

The atmosphere near me grew dense as time yielded to my command. All motions decelerated for others while I remained unaffected. I advanced through that modified tempo toward the surviving figures who had ascended into the air.

The insectoid came first in my path. Its appendages were starting to adjust for yet another sonic disruption, yet in the decelerated zone, its actions looked foolish. I thrust my fist into its torso, savoring deliberately the sensation of penetration into its form.

The blow shattered its armored structure internally, causing its frame to explode in a savage eruption of broken exoskeleton and dark ichor before its assault's noise could even emerge.

I pressed on without delay. In the next stride, I faced the Aqua woman. Though I lacked extended dealings with her kind, her beauty was undeniable. Regrettably, she had aligned with Hollow Star.

She was in the midst of crafting a vortex of pressurized liquid around her body, but the pattern halted midway in the sluggish current. My hand struck her midsection, unleashing a focused pulse of rejection. Her form wavered like liquid at the impact site and then dispersed like vapor carried by the breeze.

Two additional Upper Transcendents were charging ahead, striving to bolster the crumbling array. I positioned myself amid them, one fist slamming into the chin of the initial one, the other plunging into the torso of the following. Each strike delivered precise eruptions of inner power. Their forms blasted away in diverging paths.

Time returned to its standard pace.

The reverberations of ruin hit simultaneously.

Over the fractured domain barrier, the upper transcendents vanished like bursting fireworks, sparking utter chaos among the observers down below.

The veiled Naga woman, Igza, surged toward me, her sword materializing in her grip in an instant. Her speed surpassed the rest by far. Fury blazed in her gaze as she propelled the blade ahead in a precise, unwavering stab.

I grinned and evaded with ease, then swung my leg up in a swift curve. My heel met her visage.

The power surged through her cranium unhindered. Her head detonated in a gush of splintered bone and scattering law shards.

'Paths do cross,' I murmured softly as her corpse plummeted downward.

Finally, just the elderly Naga was left.

He chose not to run.

He positioned himself a few meters distant, weapon lifted, his scales clenching along his mandible while his stare tracked my motions.

As I fully oriented toward him, he lunged his sword out.

From the point, a slender spatial extension raced at me, a pinpoint, spear-like edge. It traveled at high speed.

I lifted my hand. The spatial spike hit my palm and then fragmented.

'Too weak Mr. Old looking Naga.'

His gaze expanded in surprise.

I clicked my fingers.

The area encircling him quivered and then immobilized. This wasn't a rough halt. It involved stacked pressure across various positional axes, restraining both his physique and the ambient zone. He sought to resist right away, his grasp of space flowing out as he aimed to disrupt my constraint.

Yet his understanding and Essence mastery fell far short of mine.

The immobilization persisted solidly.

'You are talented,' I stated evenly while drawing near him via the sky. 'But you miscalculated the difference.'

His sinews tensed. Veins throbbed under his scaled hide as he exerted himself to escape. The blade shook in his hold but failed to progress even slightly.

I halted right before him.

Terror shone plainly in his eyes by now. It was fully revealed. He grasped the inevitable result.

'I said I needed one of you alive,' I reminded him softly.

I rested my palm atop his crown.

The Abyss Core stirred to life.

On this occasion, I refrained from restraint.

Symbols started ripping from his form in thick torrents, more polished than the pieces I'd extracted from the Feran. His expertise stood out: profound insight into spatial control, advanced overlay methods, and further elements.

They streamed into the dawn core.

He let out a wail as his laws got peeled off, though the cry was dampened inside the spatial bind. His presence waned swiftly as his command crumbled stratum by stratum.

Inside my Dawn Core, the rush of advanced spatial insight coalesced into a targeted wave and fused with the peak symbolizing Spatial Mastery.

The peak shook and then rose gradually in stature until finally the alert sounded.

[Level 3 -> Level 4]

The feeling wasn't dramatic, but deep.

His opposition weakened as the absorption persisted, and I ceased merely when his tier had fallen to the lower 200s.

Upon withdrawing my hand, his frame drooped inside the rigid zone, hardly aware. I dissolved the spatial bind.

He crumpled to his knees, his sword falling from his fingers.

Down below, the trio I'd seized before observed in dismay. I glanced at the Feran.

'I have no use for you anymore,' I declared, and swept my hand across the void. A spatial edge emerged along the sweep's path and sliced onward. It cut straight through the three, lopping off their heads in one fluid stroke. Their forms tumbled where they were, devoid of life prior to hitting the surface.

For a short instant, nothing but remote cries and the faint drone of malfunctioning mechanisms echoed through the metropolis.

Then activity stirred.

My awareness stretched out, scanning the urban expanse anew. I observed residents and Hollow Star agents together initiating a desperate flight. Some dashed aimlessly across the wide squares, whereas others proceeded with disciplined unity toward raised docks on the district's periphery. Those docks contained shuttle vehicles—streamlined ships already igniting, dimensional grids assembling under them as Essence amassed in heavy densities.

The pulses were clear. Extensive spatial engagement. Organized withdrawal.

They aimed to flee. Irritation flashed across my features. I merely breathed out and let the realm's Essence respond to me again.

A colossal undulation erupted from where I stood.

It expanded in all directions akin to a pressure pulse in fluid, unseen by bare sight yet immense in might. The verdant Essence filling the city reacted, growing turbulent at my directive. It slammed into the powering shuttles right as their warp drives tried to fix on remote points.

The result was instant.