My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 835 First Assault

As soon as I passed through the portal, the chilling void of space welcomed me once more.

Our base was situated on a drifting asteroid, similar to the ones we'd uncovered before. From its heart, a towering black spire ascended, encircled by numerous sharp-edged edifices clustered nearby.

Behind me, the portal kept shimmering as the strike force's troops emerged one by one.

Swiftly, five hundred fighters gathered on the asteroid's uneven terrain. Armored demons positioned themselves next to Feran tiger soldiers and the towering insectoid combatants, whose chitin shells softly reflected the base's illumination. Just their presence thickened the atmosphere with overwhelming might.

The instant the final soldier crossed the portal, the alarms blared to life.

Harsh metallic wails reverberated over the asteroid while crimson alert beacons ignited along the spire and adjacent facilities. Base-mounted defensive cannons swiveled in our direction, and sturdy doors of various buildings flew open as shadowy forms dashed out.

The foremost demon leader advanced to stand at my side. His plating was deeper black than the rest, etched with the emblems of the Demon Monarch's forces.

"General," he murmured, dipping his head a bit in my direction, "what are your commands?"

I didn't turn to face him.

"Hold position."

With that, I gradually ascended into the sky.

My form rose off the surface and floated high over the installation, halting at a vantage where the whole asteroid sprawled below. Down there, phantoms were already surging from the structures. Scores turned into hordes in mere heartbeats as their warped shapes charged over the terrain toward us. Deathmist enveloped them like shadowy fires, and a few had started to unleash their assaults.

I observed them with composure.

There was no call to deploy my full domain.

Rather, I merely let a sliver of it stir.

As soon as that subtle call emanated from me, the asteroid quaked violently.

A formless force surged outward over the hovering chunk of rock, sweeping past the spire, the nearby constructions, and all beings on the site. The area around us felt denser, as though the fabric of existence itself now opposed any motion.

A subtle vision of the ancient tablet materialized over the asteroid's outpost, and that sufficed.

I uttered one word.

"Freeze."

The result struck without delay.

Every phantom across the asteroid halted in their tracks.

Some were caught mid-stride, talons lifted in pursuit. Others were shaping strikes or parting their jaws to bellow directives. The very second my order hit them, all activity ended abruptly.

Their frames rigidified like ebony stone sculptures.

The monstrosities froze in their roars, and the betrayers halted in their flight.

At my back, the troops I'd led stayed untouched, though they too sensed the magnitude of the event. A few adjusted their stances while surveying the immobilized field of combat.

Silence enveloped the whole outpost.

I gazed down at the still forms scattered over the asteroid.

Then I issued another command.

"Erase."

Though spoken softly, the word rippled through the installation like a hushed tide.

The immobilized phantoms didn't burst or topple.

Rather, their structures started to break apart.

From crowns and torsos onward, their shapes dissolved into powdery gray particles that floated down before vanishing utterly. Figure by figure, the static ones crumbled in place until the asteroid stood barren of all life—phantoms, horrors, and turncoats eradicated alike. With a gesture, I summoned a whirlpool before me that drew in every trace of deathmist from the site.

In moments, no remnants of them lingered.

The sirens still droned softly across the outpost, yet the guardians who'd activated them had vanished.

I descended steadily to the terrain.

Upon landing once more on the cragged ground, I saw that the warriors behind me hadn't budged. The head demon leader remained rooted where I'd stationed him, but now strain marked his bearing.

Terror and astonishment.

This same response showed on the Ferans and insectoids arrayed further back. No one had foreseen the conflict concluding prior to its start.

I fixed my gaze on the demon leader.

"Assume control of the outpost," I stated evenly. "Station your forces here to lock down the zone."

He snapped to attention at once.

"Understood, General."

"Should any foes approach to assail it," I went on, "notify them that this outpost is now under the Order of Absolute's domain."

I cast a quick look at the spire.

"And install the communication device from Primus."

The demon agreed with keen vigor.

"Consider it handled."

I pivoted and headed for the portal, which continued to glow briefly away from our lines. The troops parted swiftly to make way as I neared.

Right before entering, I halted.

My head angled faintly while my sight shifted to the obsidian spire piercing the asteroid.

I sensed the delicate weave threading the edifice. Faint yet unmistakable, it formed a shield blocking the System's reach inside this spot.

I had zero desire to shatter its energizing nucleus. Preserving it whole would aid in holding the site free from external meddling.

After a pause, I averted my eyes from the spire and entered the portal.

The glow engulfed me in a flash, and soon I stood on Abor again.

The transit nexus buzzed with motion, troops shuttling via portals as officers oversaw the expanding campaign. As I emerged from the ring, a nearby Feran tiger tribesman drew himself up rigidly.

"Am I the initial return?" I inquired.

He affirmed promptly. "Affirmative, sir. You're the first one back."

"Excellent," I replied with a faint grin. "Remove the portal I just used from the roster. Mission accomplished."

The Feran bobbed his head fast and faced the hefty tablet in his grasp, scratching notes with rapid marks.

Beyond him, five hundred more fighters had formed up, blending demons, Ferans, and insectoids in poised quiet, ready for deployment.

I eyed them briefly.

"Advance."

The portal ignited anew, and we vanished in the blink, heading to the subsequent outpost.

The offensive raged through the galaxy at unyielding pace. As I leaped between sites, my comrades mirrored the effort. My summons—Steve, North, General Kharzun, Commander Saleos—and the additional transcendants who'd joined them all fanned out via the portal web. Every squad hit an outpost, purged it, posted guards to hold it, then pressed to the following mark.

Fallback bastions of Hollow Star toppled sequentially.

The plan was straightforward, yet its implementation wrought ruin. Ere the adversaries grasped the onslaught, their covert lattice was unraveling segment by segment. Our legions flowed like an inexorable flood via the gateways, supplanting them with our own.

When the opening surge of strikes concluded, transformation had already gripped the galaxy.