My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 841 A Sudden Change

Gradually, the pair of ships decelerated upon nearing the asteroid, their engines fading until the vessels halted entirely at a distance from the base. Moments later, the vortex trailing them vanished, leaving behind the silent expanse of space that extended boundlessly in all directions.

For several moments, nothing stirred.

Suddenly, the exterior of the bigger ship stirred.

A panel on its hull slid aside effortlessly, creating a broad ramp that stretched out into the emptiness. A subtle energy field shimmered around the entrance.

The initial three figures advanced first.

Leading was a middle-aged male Naga. He stood tall and poised, his demeanor steady and purposeful as he moved to the ramp's edge and paused there. His face resembled a human's mostly, though dark scales dotted the sides of his neck and jaw. His eyes featured the distinct vertical slits typical of his kind.

The next figure trailed just behind him.

This individual seemed much older.

His frame bent a bit from years, yet the subtle aura enveloping him showed that any seeming weakness in his body hardly mattered. Darker, denser scales covered his skin compared to the rest, and his reptilian gaze reflected the icy endurance of one who had endured countless conflicts.

The final figure emerged at the end.

She was a female Naga.

Standing tall with refined poise, her steps flowed with innate elegance as she positioned herself next to the pair. Lighter scales adorned her arms and collarbone in intricate designs that offset the piercing reptilian shine in her eyes. From afar, her strength matched that of her companions evidently.

All three qualified as Transcendents.

Following them, the soldiers started to appear.

Lines of Naga warriors, clad in heavy armor and gripping weapons, marched onto the ramp successively, their dark, matching gear gleaming as they formed orderly ranks. Altogether, close to three hundred Grandmasters gathered in support of the three leaders, creating an impenetrable barrier of elite troops.

Meanwhile, the duo of ships maneuvered a touch.

Armament platforms deployed from their exteriors, elongated barrels swiveling into position while scanners fixed squarely on the structure beneath us.

All barrels targeted the tower.

The intent rang loud and clear.

They had come fully equipped.

The elder Naga edged ahead a fraction, his stooped posture aligning somewhat as he fixed his stare on me.

For an instant, he examined the cluster suspended over the tower.

Then his mouth twitched subtly.

"We heard that the flag of the Order of Absolute was flying over this base," he declared, his tone projecting clearly through the vacuum. "So we thought we would pay a visit."

His gaze held on me a beat longer.

"But who would have thought," he went on deliberately, "that we would meet the leader himself."

He dipped his head marginally.

"I am General Xeron."

The middle-aged Naga at his side advanced then.

"Commander Xebec."

The female Naga offered a slight grin yet stayed silent, her keen reptilian eyes scanning each of us meticulously. In their wake, the three hundred troops held utterly immobile, arms bearing arms poised for action.

My focus shifted straight to General Xeron.

I was certain I'd never encountered the aged Naga prior, but as I observed him, an odd twinge of recognition grazed my mind. It wasn't true familiarity, precisely, yet his aura evoked an eerie sense of knowing.

I kept that observation to myself.

We stayed suspended over the tower, and I addressed him evenly.

"Welcome to Base Thirty-Four of the Order of Absolute, General Xeron. I hope your travel was not difficult."

The veteran Naga's mouth formed a subtle grin.

"Of course not," he responded fluidly. "Our crafts are built for luxury."

"Yeah, it looks like that," I replied with a brief nod. "But you see, I don't like the fact that their weapons are pointing at my base."

With those words, I lifted my hand a bit.

The response came immediately.

The three Transcendents grew rigid.

The ships' exteriors creaked as unseen forces compressed the metal frameworks. Alert sirens blared across the crafts, piercing tones resounding in the emptiness while the armaments fought to adjust.

The extended barrels directed at the base quivered.

The vessels started crumpling inward, their streamlined armored shells warping as though gripped by an intangible crush.

The sirens intensified.

A few Naga Grandmasters fidgeted as the ships at their backs groaned from the force.

General Xeron observed the crafts for a short while before lifting his hand marginally.

The compression ceased.

The ships held their spots, although the armaments gradually shut off as the scanners released their locks.

The sirens quieted.

Xeron turned his attention back to me.

"We simply wished to talk," he stated serenely. "What exactly do you mean by this?"

I dropped my hand a touch.

"I never talk with guns pointed at me."

Commander Xebec advanced now, his face hardening.

"You really want to do this?" he questioned.

He motioned casually at the vessels in his rear.

"Those guns can fire."

I locked eyes with him without budging.

"Sure," I answered steadily. "Let me see how they work."

Xebec snorted derisively.

In the blink of an eye, his form disappeared from the ramp and materialized right before me.

"Xebec wait—" Xeron called out, but the moment had passed.

Xebec's fist tightened and thrust ahead at my torso with tremendous power. Trailing the blow, an illusion of a huge serpent's head lunged forth, its maw gaping as if to devour me entirely.

And then that peculiar feeling resurfaced. The remote perception from before flooded my awareness once more. Briefly, it seemed like I'd detached from my physical self.

Time dragged.

Xebec's punch crept forward bit by bit in the atmosphere. The vortex of power following it elongated like a halted surge, the ghostly serpent forming gradually around the assault. Every aspect of the offensive became visible to me—the strain in his sinews, the clench of his jaw, the flowing energies encircling his limb.

Even the warriors in his rear looked frozen. Then another emotion ignited within me.

Anger.

A fierce, abrupt rush. Xebec had the audacity to attack me. His fist halted mere inches from my chest.

Not from his decision to halt. He simply couldn't proceed. The unseen barrier encircling me immobilized his frame. The massive serpent's image shattered right away, breaking into dissipating wisps of energy.

The bizarre decelerated realm faded as abruptly as it arrived.

Normality resumed. My palm darted out. My digits seized Xebec's neck.

The instant I clutched him, the full Naga contingent behind erupted into activity, weapons lifting and powers coiling for strikes.

Yet none advanced further.

I hoisted Xebec effortlessly from the ethereal ground beneath us, dangling him in the vacuum by his neck while he thrashed in my hold.

Then abruptly, a silvery radiance erupted from my frame, enveloping me in a flash. Delicate silver flecks floated upward along my shape like myriad fireflies ascending through the night.

I stared in astonishment at the unexpected shift.

Xebec's eyes bulged in disbelief as the luminescence enveloped us both.