Chapter 391: Bridge

Because Black Tower Lady herself comes from the Beng Tie Universe and, as an Intellect emissary, her existence rank is extremely high.

When she was summoned in this world as a Caster, the world itself matched her with a Noble Phantasm based on the highest‑grade Conceptual Manifestation.

However, due to the interference of the joyous Star God Aha, the specific information of that Noble Phantasm was deliberately hidden (displayed as 【?】), causing its full effect to not be known in advance.

Heimu had an ominous premonition: "So… what is the actual effect of that Noble Phantasm?"

【System】: According to current data analysis, the Noble Phantasm 【Key of Myriad Phenomena?】 that Black Tower Lady used when she previously fought Archer Gilgamesh has conceptual effects whose scope far exceeds expectations.

It not only at that time released the Archer's restraints, local spatial anomalies and other "Locks," but the residual wave of its conceptual power also unintentionally touched and "loosened" the "World Lock" that maintains the independence between the Xingyue World and the Beng Tie Universe.

Heimu: "…ha?"

【System】: Plainly put, Black Tower Lady's Noble Phantasm, at that moment, unintentionally opened a tiny yet real "rift" or "passage" between the two originally isolated universes.

And this rift, during the ensuing fierce clash of forces, was continuously shaken and expanded.

Heimu opened his mouth, for a moment not knowing what to say, his mind left only a blank question mark: "…what is that??? "

She suddenly looked at the Light Screen and saw the golden Huan Long phantom emitting an even more joyous yet cold laugh.

The Huan Long in the air seemed to relish the astonishment of the people below whose attacks were ineffective, and continued speaking in that ethereal, mocking voice:

"Intellect's emissary… Black Tower of the Genius Club."

The golden phantom's gaze seemed to fall on Black Tower, "Your calculations, your analyses, your control… countless calculations—did you ever foresee this step? Even the pleasure‑loving Star God Aha is probably laughing at this unexpected joke, isn't he? His arrogance lies in thinking everything is merely a playful tease."

Black Tower's complexion turned extremely grim; she seemed to have instantly deduced that terrifying conclusion through Huan Long's words and her own perception.

Huan Long's voice, laced with a mocking insight into secrets, continued: "Your Noble Phantasm… is fascinating. A key, a key whose true name has been deliberately hidden. It can open every Lock… truly a mischievous prank in a joyous style. All, all the Locks…"

Her laughter echoed through the night sky, "Including the most solid Lock that separates different worlds, different principles… the strongest Lock."

At those words, the few present from the Beng Tie Universe—Black Tower, San Yue Qi, A Xing, YinZhi, and Chang Ye Yue—had their faces change instantly!

They clearly felt that Huan Long now exuded not the previously filthy magic, but an aura belonging to the fate of Destruction!

Although its intensity is far below that of a true emissary, that scent cannot be faked!

And Tengwan Lixiang, Mashu and others from the Xingyue World felt an unprecedented strangeness and palpitations.

The opponent's aura became exceedingly odd, unlike any known magic, divine power, or curse.

"You… what exactly do you mean?!"

Tengwan Lixiang shouted, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

The golden Huan Long phantom slightly raised its hand, its posture elegant yet cruel, as if admiring an artwork about to be completed.

"The meaning is,"

Her voice suddenly rose, bearing a declarative coldness and frenzy, "Thank you, thank you for your efforts, for freeing me from that body trapped by this world's laws! And I must thank that genius key, for me… no, for the will of Destruction, in this remote world, lighting the brightest lighthouse and building the most convenient bridge!"

Her golden phantom suddenly flared brilliantly, as if invisible wings unfolded behind her!

"Hereby declare—"

"Coordinates established! The gate has opened!"

"The Vanguard of Destruction—approaches!"

As her final syllable fell, the night sky over Dongmu City suddenly warped!

It was not the war's distortion, but a nauseating moan emitted by the spatial structure itself!

Above the golden Huan Long phantom, the sky abruptly split open dozens to hundreds of black fissures whose edges streamed ominous dark‑red energy!

Immediately after, a suffocating scene unfolded.

From those spatial fissures, countless figures surged forth like a tide!

They were generally two to three meters tall, their bodies sheathed in matte black shells, limbs long and sharp, heads of simple structure.

Some wielded energy blades, some bore bone wings on their backs, some resembled multi‑legged tanks, and some were unusually massive individuals emitting powerful fluctuations—Void Soldiers!

Antimatter Legion!

They were silent, efficient, endless, like cold killing machines, instantly covering vast swaths of sky, obscuring both starlight and moonlight!

Their sheer number almost formed a hovering black cloud, exuding a murderous aura that existed solely for Destruction!

At the same time, the golden Huan Long phantom also changed.

Within the pure golden light, strands of dark, scorching, amber‑black flame rose, as if capable of burning souls.

The flames coiled around her, making her appear like a deity emerging from the abyss of Destruction; her aura rose step by step. Though not yet at emissary level, the pressure stemming from her fated origin made everyone from the Beng Tie universe feel a sudden palpitations!

"Destruction's… aura… "

San Yue Qi's voice trembled; she was too familiar with this aura—on Yaliluo-VI she had seen the tragic erosion caused by a cracked realm.

YinZhi gripped her long spear, her handsome face for the first time stripped of all poetry, leaving only a stern resolve against the utmost evil: "A legion of this scale… this world is in peril."

Black Tower floated in the air, her complexion so gloomy it seemed it could drip water.

She understood the opponent's purpose.

Her Noble Phantasm unexpectedly became a "wedge" linking the two worlds, and Huan Long, the Extinction Great Lord whose fate already stems from Destruction, used this passage, or rather, her very existence resonating with the fate of Destruction itself became a powerful "coordinate," guiding Destruction…

…into this world!

And the source of all this turned out to be the very Noble Phantasm she used to solve troubles!

Even with Black Tower's temperament, she felt a pang of frustration now.

Tricked by Aha?

Or is this the mockery of fate?

Xianzhou Luofu, hotel room.

Heimu stood up, walked to the Observation Window, his gaze seeming to pierce endless space toward some distant direction.

Her ash‑white long hair moved without wind, faint glimmers and violet‑black threads subtly appearing around her.

"Destruction's aura… coordinate…"

She whispered to herself, her complexion unusually solemn.

As a being also deeply linked to Destruction, her perception of this aura is more direct than anyone's.

She can sense that, at the far end of the boundless Star Sea, in some corner of the Honkai Star Rail abbreviation Universe, a clear and strong signal has been transmitted.

That signal points to the tiny planet called Earth, the Xingyue World that was just accidentally linked.

【System】: Detected a high‑intensity Destruction destiny cross‑universe resonance wave!

Source: Extinction Great Lord·Huan Long.

Wave nature: coordinate broadcast, summoning beacon.

It is expected to have already drawn the attention of relevant existences within the Honkai Star Rail abbreviation Universe.

"There's no need to anticipate,"

Heimu interrupted the System; her gaze grew distant and cold, "They have already seen it."

Her consciousness seemed to briefly transcend her body, following the resonance trail backward into the depths of the Honkai Star Rail abbreviation Universe—

Above the wreckage of a planet just turned to scorched earth, a towering figure clad in a tattered black‑and‑white cloak, surrounded by a Destruction storm, was slowly retracting a sword that had torn the stars.

He seemed to sense something, tilting his head slightly; his indistinct face looked toward a specific direction in the distant deep space, the Destruction storm coiling around his blade emitting a faint hiss.

In the cold, dead silence of the cosmic void, a slender woman whose eyes were covered by pure white bandages, dressed in a flowing white gown and encircled by a brilliant star halo, floated silently.

She toyed with a star map fragment that seemed forever impossible to complete, while the surrounding void teemed with densely arrayed Antimatter Legion forces ready to deploy.

The blindfolded bandage appeared to gaze toward the same direction, silently.