My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 831 On A Roll

****** [Lyrate's PoV]

As soon as Billion issued the command, I sprang into motion and reached one of the teleportation hubs, wasting no moment.

Hub number thirty-seven remained somewhat whole, its ring of portals buzzing softly even after the turmoil that ravaged the city. The knocked-out captives Silver and Knight had rounded up sprawled nearby. I had dragged them to this place for questioning, but at present, my focus lay on fulfilling the true objective. Those tiny, grubby vermin could be handled afterward.

I reached out my hand.

Thick, shadowy roots burst from the marble ground, twisting around the betrayers' arms and bodies. The tendrils squeezed softly yet firmly, securing them in organic bonds that would sap their vitality at the slightest resistance. I abandoned them there without another look. They held no value to me unless Billion demanded more details.

The initial portal flickered.

I entered it.

The shift lasted only seconds, and I stepped out onto a vast transfer world.

This world served no particular species. It functioned for commerce, dealings, and transit. Platforms ascended toward the heavens, stacked in levels where vessels anchored in neat lines. Traders and wanderers hurried through stations, their outfits and forms differing greatly. Power lines pulsed under clear paths, while upper routes gleamed with managed space passages.

Far too much clamor and crowds for my taste. I tsked and hovered a few inches over the grimy ground, my crimson gown billowing as if caught in a breeze meant just for me. My blade lay strapped to my back. My scarlet locks cascaded loosely down my shoulders, and my eyes scanned the landing areas deliberately.

I needed a vessel.

Not some rough freighter or obsolete passenger craft, but a swift and steady one for crossing sectors, fitting for someone of my stature.

I spread my senses.

Atop the third elevated level, I spotted my choice. A streamlined Feran craft, slim-framed, bolstered by space anchors on its frame. It would do.

I ascended rapidly, ignoring the no-flight prohibition sign. Upon landing, three Ferans were examining the craft's outer shell. They spun around as my silhouette loomed over them.

One scowled. "This is a restricted dock—"

I cut him off before he could end.

A slender root shot from the alloy under his boots and thrust up, smashing him against the hull hard enough to shatter his protective gear. The next dashed toward a panel, likely to sound an alert, but a sharp crimson edge slashed through his throat.

The last pulled out a gun.

I materialized before him. My sword stayed in its scabbard, but a twig-shaped form grew from my hand and stabbed into his chest, hoisting him airborne. I dropped him carelessly, watching him crumple.

Guards showed up fast.

They resembled bug-like beings, clad in armor and wielding power spears. Quick, orderly, and completely pointless.

"Stand down," one commanded.

I offered a slight grin.

Roots exploded from the deck, encircling their limbs and trunks before they advanced a single pace. A few tried to hack loose, but the roots toughened right away, strengthened by the law of creation infused in their form. I snapped my fingers, and a surge of force slammed them down, pressing their visages against the steel floor.

"I am borrowing this," I stated coolly.

Not one could protest. I boarded the Feran craft and locked the door. Control interfaces lit up under my touch as I linked with the dashboard. Plotting the path to Argus proved simple.

The thrusters roared to life, and the craft rose from the deck sans permission. Multiple alerts chased me upward.

I ignored their cautions entirely. As escort vessels climbed from the lower tiers and positioned to block me, creating a scattered barrier in the high paths, I kept the craft's speed unwavering. Rather, I stretched my arm above the dashboard and let a slim ribbon of scarlet power pour from the exterior. The power shaped into fine bolts that streaked ahead in exact paths, carving neatly through the oncoming ships. One by one, their ranks shattered during pursuit, frames split as if by unseen cutters. The split vessels whirled off in ruined sections, spewing fumes and flashes as I pressed on unchanged, abandoning only floating debris behind.

Reaching Argus happened in a flash. As the world appeared, I noted the purple glow cloaking it. A barrier raised since he claimed this place. Billion's essence infused it like a mark etched into existence.

I steered the craft closer.

The barrier responded, probing. Briefly, its focus grazed me. Then it opened effortlessly, identifying the tie connecting me to him.

A soft curve touched my mouth. Billion possessed great power. No recollection in my mind revealed a figure mightier than him. The craft pierced the air layer, dropping toward the main city where his fresh edifice towered as a bold proclamation. It lacked restraint. It offered no shelter. It stood as an emblem.

I stopped the craft overhead.

Down below, commotion exploded at once. Alarms blared. Fiends scurried through the streets in haste. A handful of Grandmasters ascended, their auras blazing as they readied for possible danger.

From the core building, a blast of blaze erupted skyward.

Primus.

He shot out in a trail of flames, his robe streaming like a shooting star's wake. He paused mid-air under my craft, gazing up.

I exited the vessel and drifted down.

Upon spotting me distinctly, a wide grin lit his features.

"Lyrate," he said, true affection in his tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Billion sent me. We need to talk," I answered steadily.

His face hardened immediately. Without more hesitation, we dropped together into the base. The inner corridors featured fiend sentries who parted as we went by.

Within the main room, I faced him.

"There is an organization called Hollow Star," I stated calmly, locking eyes with him. "The planet Abor was their primary base of operations. We have taken control of it."

I paused shortly before going on.

"However, seventy-two additional bases remain scattered across our galaxy. All of them are connected through Abor. Through its portal network, every one of those locations can be accessed directly."

Primus's face intensified as he grasped the meanings.

"Billion intends to strike all of them simultaneously," I added. "A single coordinated purge, leaving no time for retreat or consolidation."

I narrowed my gaze a touch.

"But as you are aware, we do not yet have sufficient numbers to execute such an operation alone."

Primus crossed his arms, paying close heed.

"You and your forces are required for that."

His gaze sparkled with curiosity.

"A full sweep," he whispered.

"Yes," I said. "No chance for retreat. No time for regrouping."