My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 826 A Hidden Base

Outside the obvious city areas, containment zones came into view. Enormous areas filled with monstrous horrors were organized in secured pens, nightmarish shapes sewn together and grown like farm animals. Spectral beings oversaw the activities, gliding through the toxic fog with effortless expertise.

These creatures weren't mere wild beasts. They served as stockpiled troops.

I pushed my senses even deeper.

Renegades from our realm mingled with them, managing joint efforts. Some managed supplies, while others directed movement routes. Their energies blended both vital force and hints of poisonous mist, their allegiances split yet purposefully tied to Hollow Star.

Next, the gateways appeared.

Countless numbers of them.

Certain ones were placed close to the cultivation sites, tucked under fortified barriers. Additional ones lurked within the urban centers. Every gateway throbbed softly, connected to far-off locations outside this world.

Direct views of their endpoints eluded me from this spot, yet I required no proof to infer their purpose. The deeper my scrutiny went, the more my fury chilled.

The planetary heart thrummed under my command, ready for the following order.

Having seized the world heart, my awareness expanded beyond mere vision or hearing. It transformed into a vast network, threaded into the planet's own arteries. I detected flows of vital force coursing via earth, seas, woodlands, and heavens. I perceived the subtle rhythms of existence in remote settlements and the frigid spots harboring remnants of toxic fog in secret vaults.

Via this bond, I called forth the vital force.

The reaction came swiftly.

A profound, vibrating rumble echoed across the globe. It seemed the planet had awakened from an imposed slumber. The vital force ingrained in its framework answered my call. From meadows and peaks, from waters and bustling metropolitan zones, from groves and planted lands, emerald flows started to ascend.

It didn't seep gently. It erupted.

Vital force rose from the ground in numerous rivulets, slim initially before swelling quickly. From each settlement, each sector, each concealed outpost I'd glimpsed via the heart, power ascended into the heavens in tangible pillars. The seas even gleamed as emerald radiance streams detached and climbed through the air layers.

The spectacle stretched immeasurably wide.

Viewed from space, the world resembled a being breathing out glowing vapor from every inch of its skin.

The rivulets kept climbing, uniting far overhead. I directed them skyward, assembling them into gigantic patterns that blanketed the firmament like dense, vital clouds. The whole sphere got shrouded under tiers of whirling emerald flows, the air masses roiling beneath the burden of amassed might.

The cloud masses moved at my direction. They gathered over the spots I'd targeted, cultivation sites buried under tough coverings, factories producing monstrosities, key urban areas where spectral entities strode freely alongside defectors from our realm.

Over every objective, the vital force grew denser.

The clouds squeezed and spun, whirling tighter as enormous shapes emerged. Titanic hands crafted from packed emerald radiance, their exteriors laced with purple streaks. These weren't mere visions. They were solid forms of focused world vital force, held firm by my authority.

Surrounding each dropping hand, I wove dimensional waves.

Fierce twists encircled them like spinning bands, purple flashes ripping the atmosphere. Such waves guaranteed the blows wouldn't just smash buildings but shred the space itself in the aimed regions.

Upon my release, they plunged.

Over the globe, myriad gigantic hands dropped simultaneously.

They hit the cultivation sites initially.

BOOM!

The collision leveled the areas in one moment. The packed vital force burst on touch, unleashing blasts that radiated in widening rings. Monstrosities got ripped to pieces before awareness struck, their warped bodies mangled by the nearby dimensional twists. Spectral beings inside those places got ensnared in the waves and torn asunder, their forms disintegrating while space cracked nearby.

Blasts erupted over landmasses.

The following assault targeted the key settlements I'd noted.

Hands pounded into core areas where spectral entities and allies had operated freely. Spires collapsed. Roads fractured. The dimensional waves around the strikes cut through guards and facilities equally, making sure no secret toxic mist hub or concealed room survived.

The heavens over the world lit up over and over as every hit sparked huge bursts. Emerald radiance swallowed whole districts before dissolving into growing haze of wreckage and particles.

The noise roared on a global level.

Still, I kept accuracy.

Settlements showing only defectors without direct spectral involvement stayed spared for the moment. The dimensional gateways inside buildings stayed whole too. I'd intentionally guarded them from the falling hands. Their transfer rings shimmered dimly under shielding veils of dimensional deflection.

As the last hand landed, the clouds overhead started to dissipate. The sphere quaked and the vital force began to calm.

Cultivation sites vanished. Main spectral-dominated urban centers obliterated. The linked systems upholding Hollow Star here got demolished in one sweep.

Via the heart, I sensed the equilibrium change. The heavy toxic mist aura faded sharply.

I breathed out gradually and shifted focus to the six-sided world heart, now completely filled with purple glow. Its spin held firm, no longer nourished by toxic mist but synced wholly with my vital force. Through it, I linked anew with the planet's exterior and bent space.

In the following moment, I appeared again before the bowed elderly Naga.

The surrounding settlement stayed whole. I'd preserved it on purpose.

With a casual gesture, three red rings flared at my side. From them emerged Silver, Knight, and Lyrate.

Silver reacted quickest. “Whoa. Now where is this?” he asked, unfurling his wings. With one mighty beat, he rocketed up and floated high over the settlement in seconds, his eyes scanning the distance.

I skipped detailing it all.

“Lyrate,” I stated, voice calm yet resolute, “I need details from this elder. All about Hollow Star, its workings, and ways to access each of their outposts in this galaxy.”

Her gaze moved to the Naga, and she gave a single nod without hesitation.

“Knight,” I went on, “check through the settlements. I want complete info on this sphere. Locate anything valuable.”

I halted shortly, then added with an unchanged stern look, “Eliminate if required.”

Knight offered no words in reply. He dipped his head once and faded from view, already in motion.

Lyrate advanced and grabbed the Naga by the neckline. He resisted feebly, but after his ordeals, fighting back meant nothing. Moments later, they both vanished.

I raised my eyes to Silver, who wheeled overhead with careful skill.

“Silver,” I summoned.