My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 837 Movements

From his form, a silver wave abruptly expanded, slicing through the battlefield to impact the eleven illusions clashing with his troops. The instant the wave connected with them, their figures were roughly hauled in his direction, as though an unseen power had gripped them tightly.

Ragnar smirked.

Powerless in the sky, they were drawn straight into his range.

He swung the club.

The initial illusion exploded like broken crystal.

The next one shattered right after.

With savage accuracy, Ragnar started smashing them sequentially, every hit crashing down like a sledgehammer. Echoes of the impacts resounded over the asteroid while his club lifted and dropped in rapid rhythm.

Eleven swings.

Eleven kills.

From Ragnar's body, crimson vapor burst out as the illusion remnants dissolved into floating deathmist. The vapor didn't hang around for long. It was drawn to Ragnar and consumed, with the power getting sucked into him.

Next, he focused on the monsters charging over the battlefield.

His knees flexed a bit.

The surface under his feet splintered as his huge frame rocketed skyward, soaring above the horde of beasts surging underneath. For a short instant, he lingered high overhead, his silhouette extending over the deformed cluster of forms assembling below.

He adjusted his hold on the club, gripping it with both hands.

The weapon lifted over his head.

"Giant Smash."

A soft silver glow enveloped the club as the very fabric of space warped around the falling blow.

Then Ragnar slammed it down.

The collision blasted throughout the asteroid.

A tremendous blast surged from the strike point, the power ripping through the advancing monsters like a ferocious tempest. The terrain broke apart as the beasts were pulverized under the immense pressure of the attack.

Once the shockwave subsided, the horde had vanished.

Just a huge pit lingered in their former spot, its floor marked with splattered blood and bits of bone strewn over the fractured stone.

As the final monsters tumbled into the pit he'd formed, Ragnar brought his club down and scanned the asteroid.

The tower endured, even if a few adjacent buildings lay in ruins from the conflict. The warriors who'd accompanied him were now sweeping through the leftover structures, purging the insides and locking down the outpost exactly as ordered.

Ragnar propped the club on his shoulder and headed for the portal platform.

The top demon officer hurried over and halted a short distance back.

"General," the demon stated.

Ragnar gestured at the tower.

"Take over the base," he commanded. "Secure the tower and set up the communication channel just like Primus directed. Leave your soldiers here."

"Yes, General."

Ragnar skipped any more verification. He mounted the portal platform and triggered the ring. The portal ignited and engulfed him right away.

In the next instant, he emerged back on Abor.

The teleportation center buzzed with even more activity than earlier. Troops shuttled among the rings while overseers monitored the mission's advancement. Ragnar's enormous thirty-foot stature instantly caught eyes as he exited the portal, his colossal frame throwing a lengthy shade over the square.

One of the demons tasked with logging the attack outcomes glanced up from his tablet.

He swallowed hard.

"G-General," the demon stuttered, hastily standing tall.

Ragnar set the club on the floor and peered down at him.

"How's the progress?" he inquired.

The demon swiftly reviewed the notes on the tablet.

"Sir, you hold third place in sealing the bases right now."

Ragnar arched a brow.

"Oh?"

The demon bobbed his head anxiously.

"Sir Billion leads with thirteen bases sealed already."

Ragnar let out a low laugh.

"Sounds about right."

"The second is—"

Ragnar held up a hand.

"No need to tell me who is second."

The demon halted abruptly.

Ragnar hoisted the club back onto his shoulder and faced the following portal ring.

Then he disappeared.

Two minutes elapsed.

The demon remained rooted, jitterily noting changes on his tablet, when a nearby portal blazed open.

A shape emerged from it.

Silver.

He touched down softly on the rocky ground, tucking his wings as he surveyed the center.

The demon stood straight without delay.

"Sir, your ranking is—"

Silver lifted a hand.

"No need."

He rolled his shoulders a touch.

"I'm not interested."

Before the demon could reply, Silver had pivoted toward another portal.

He entered the ring and faded away.

The center fell silent once more.

Ten seconds passed before yet another portal sparked.

Lyrate glided from the entrance, her red gown billowing softly as she floated ahead. Her crimson gaze scanned the square before fixing on the demon close by.

The demon glanced rapidly at his tablet.

Then he paused.

He remained quiet.

Lyrate halted in the air and furrowed her brow faintly.

"What are you standing there for like a statue?" she snapped. "What is my rank?"

The demon snapped to attention.

"Ma'am, your rank is fourth."

Her eyes tightened.

"Who is above me?"

The demon gulped.

"Sir Ragnar."

For a fleeting second, Lyrate stayed mute. Then she spun toward the closest portal ring. The air twisted around her as she vanished, heading to the next outpost.

The demon dabbed sweat from his brow. Briefly, he thought of leaving the portal area to steady himself, but prior to shifting, another ring ignited behind him. The portal shimmered, and a form appeared.

The individual was fully draped in the dark robes of the Order of Absolute. The cloth hid him entirely, from crown to toe, and his features stayed veiled under the hood's darkness. Just the subtle shape of his stance hinted at the serene poise of the one present.

The demon stood rigid at once.

"Sir Ash."

Ash offered a slight incline as he advanced.

"Rank?" he questioned.

"Second," the demon responded promptly.

Ash paused quietly for an instant.

"What is the gap?"

"Three bases," the demon stated.

Ash dipped his head once. In silence, his form dissolved, the space bending as he shifted to another portal.

The demon swallowed. Right after Ash departed, a further portal behind him burst alive.

I emerged from it.

The demon saluted with such speed it seemed almost agonizing.

"Sir Billion."

"Hey, Dable," I greeted offhandedly as I approached him. "How's it going? I hope they're not giving you too much trouble."

"N-no sir," he replied fast.

I extended and snatched the tablet from his grasp, eyeing the inscriptions.

"Oh," I remarked with a light laugh. "Would you look at that. Ash is second."

Dable nodded keenly.

"Yes sir, Ash is really fast."

"He should be," I answered with agreement. "He's strong and his sealing laws are very efficient for clearing structures."

I returned the tablet to him.

"Alright," I noted with a faint grin. "Let me increase my speed slightly. There needs to be a respectable gap between them and me."

Dable bobbed his head enthusiastically.

"Yes sir."

I faced the subsequent portal ring. Prior to entering, I halted and glanced back.

"Dable, any news from the outside world?" I queried.

He inclined his head right away.

"Yes, General Kharzun reported some movements," Dable mentioned, his voice growing grave.

I smiled broadly and pivoted. Seconds later, space warped about me and I advanced, vanishing into the portal as I headed to the next base.