My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 714: Closer To The Core

The Eternal forces followed a structure similar to the demon army, but with one crucial difference.

On the demon side, Saleos stood at the top. Beneath him were the left and right commanders, followed by the thirteen demon captains, and then the rest of the army divided into disciplined formations under them.

The Eternal side was far more brutal in its simplicity.

They had no layered command like the demons. There were only Transcendent Generals, nine of them, each above level 350, standing directly under the Eternal. Everything else was expendable. Endless waves of mindless abominations, thrown forward as fodder without hesitation or care.

Those nine Transcendent Generals were the true pillars of the Eternal army. If they were allowed to move freely, they could crush morale, break formations, and turn even this charge into another massacre.

That was where my summons came in.

Their role in this raid was not to wipe out the enemy army. It was to lock those nine down. To keep them occupied. To deny them the chance to interfere while the demon forces surged forward.

The demons needed momentum. They needed a victory they could feel in their bones.

My summons would become anchors of defiance on the battlefield, beacons that told every demon charging behind Ragnar that this time, they were not running into certain death.

”Go,” I ordered.

They all answered.

Ragnar moved first.

His massive club came down like the fall of a collapsing world. The law of gravity wrapped around the strike and intensified in an instant. Thousands of abominations beneath him were crushed flat, their bodies turning into nothing more than scattered paste in the void. His roar followed, deep and savage, and the sound alone made the space around him tremble.

A boom echoed as he flashed forward, crossing an impossible distance in a heartbeat.

He appeared directly in front of the leading Transcendent General. The phantom’s armored form barely had time to react before Ragnar’s fist surged forward, carrying overwhelming force straight toward the helmeted face.

”Hahhahaha!”

The phantom let out a wild, unhinged laugh and met the attack head-on, throwing his own fist forward without fear.

BOOM!!

The collision sent ripples through the void itself. Space warped outward from the impact point, laws bending under the strain. But Ragnar did not stop.

Before the phantom could recover, Ragnar’s palm closed around its face. Using it like a weapon, he shot forward again, dragging the screaming Transcendent with him. In the next instant, he slammed that phantom straight into another general, smashing the two together in a violent explosion of force and exploding deathmist.

That was Ragnar’s answer.

No hesitation. No restraint.

Only overwhelming momentum remained.

Suddenly, thunder boomed, swallowing every other sound in the void. A sharp blue glow spread across the charging demon army, washing over them like a rising tide.

Everyone looked up.

Aurora floated high above the battlefield, her cloak and hood whipping wildly as lightning surged around her. Three massive spears, formed entirely of condensed lightning, hovered above her head, crackling with violent energy.

She brought her hand down.

The spears shot forward.

In a single instant, they crossed the vast distance of the battlefield and arrived in front of three Transcendent Generals. Shields flared. Defensive laws screamed into existence. The collision was catastrophic.

Lightning detonated through the void as the generals were blasted backward, their bodies tearing through waves of abominations like meteors. Before they could stabilize, Aurora flashed forward, arriving amidst the chaos, lightning trailing behind her as she chased them down relentlessly.

That moment was all the opening the demon captains needed.

With five Transcendent Generals locked by Ragnar and Aurora, the captains surged forward without hesitation. Their domains bloomed one after another, overlapping and reinforcing each other as demon forces crashed into the abomination ranks with brutal efficiency.

What followed was not a battle.

It was a massacre.

The center line of the void battlefield broke.

The demon army pushed forward, driving straight toward the core layer of the Eternal forces.

And the moment that invisible boundary was crossed, I felt it.

A sharp spike in deathmist fluctuation rippled through the void.

My gaze snapped toward the core layer. Massive weapons anchored there began to glow as deathmist flooded into them, charging into focused beams aimed directly at the advancing demon army.

I could not allow that.

I raised my hand.

My role in this charge was clear. I had to make sure the momentum stayed unstoppable, but not so overwhelming that the Eternal was forced to respond too early. If I pushed too hard, before we achieved our objective, it would only invite disaster. Reinforcements. Intervention. Or worse, his direct attention.

That balance was delicate.

I forced myself to stay still, resisting the urge to absorb the deathmist flooding the battlefield. I knew what would happen if I did. The moment I consumed all the deathmist saturating this rift, the Star of Origin would awaken fully from its dormant state.

Not yet.

My perception stretched outward and locked onto the core layer. There, anchored in vast arrays, were the weapon platforms preparing to fire. 43000 of them. Each one saturated with deathmist, each one capable of erasing thousands of lives in a single discharge.

Focusing on that many targets at once made even my Psynapse strain. A dull pressure built behind my eyes as I narrowed my attention further and further, forcing precision over scale.

I pushed through it and activated my skill.

”Sanctum of Judgement,” I whispered.

The void did not tremble. There was no flash, no roar, no visible sign of activation.

Instead, invisible spatial fractures spread from my raised hand, racing forward faster than thought. They slipped through the battlefield unnoticed, threading between abominations, past clashing domains, and straight toward the massive weapon systems guarding the core layer.

Then they hit.

The front of the core layer lit up in a chain of explosions, sharp and sudden, like firecrackers igniting in rapid succession. One weapons system after another ruptured from within, their structures tearing apart before the charged beams could even finish forming.