Chapter 392

Near a star on the brink of death, space twisted like crumpled paper.

A being dressed in an elegant white tailcoat, with a purple palm on its head topped by a polyhedral die, moving with the grace of a classical gentleman, leisurely playing with a continuously rotating die.

It seemed to also target those newly appearing coordinates, as if it saw a new toy.

……

And in the deepest darkness of the universe, at the source where "Destruction" converges.

A vast figure beyond words in its grandeur and terror slowly opened its eyes, which burned with deep golden color.

Just the gaze alone caused the passing spacetime to undergo subtle collapses.

The newly born faint coordinate light, like a spark thrown into endless darkness, appeared clearly in its perception.

【System】：……Ding.

World barrier abnormal fluctuation finally confirmed.

Cross-universe information exchange protocol triggered.

【System】：Redefining current world coordinates……Retrieving related database……

【System】：Detected unknown world architecture……Rule deviation: extremely high. Energy system: partially compatible, partially unknown. Existence forms: diversified.

【System】：World identifier updated——Detected Type Moon world view basic rules.

【System】：Alert——Confirmed between Type Moon world and Honkai: Star Rail Universe, there exists an abnormal temporary connection channel!

Channel stability: low, but being reinforced by "Destruction" destiny power.

Channel anchor point: Extinction Great Lord·Huan Long.

The system's prompt tone now sounded so cold and clear.

Heimu withdrew that cross-universal perception, slowly closed its eyes, and when it opened again, only a bottomless darkness remained in its gaze.

Type Moon world……has been discovered.

It was destroyed, and saw.

Huan Long's golden phantom hung high in the sky, like a destruction deity descending to the mortal world, surrounded by yellow‑black flames soaring upward, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Around her, hundreds of spatial fissures like rotting wounds continuously spewed silent black torrents—the virtual troops of the Antimatter Legion.

They were like emotionless worker ants; upon appearing, they swiftly formed attack formations in the air, or dived down to launch efficient strikes at every reaction point on the ground.

The battle turned sharply!

"Mashu! Activate Noble Phantasm! Maximum range!"

Tengwan Lixiang shouted loudly, amber eyes reflecting the black army that blocked the sun, cold sweat beading on his forehead, yet his voice did not tremble.

"Yes! Senior!"

Mashu inhaled deeply, hefted the massive shield heavily, the round‑table pattern on the shield's surface lit up brighter than ever, "The already distant ideal city!"

A warm and solid wall of light rose from the ground, forming a huge hemispherical domain that enveloped Tengwan Lixiang and others.

Beyond the light wall, the virtual troops' impacts poured down like rain on the city wall, raising dense ripples and muffled booms, yet the wall stood firm, temporarily repelling this first wave of terrifying assault.

However, defense is not omnipotent.

The light wall's range is limited, unable to cover the entire battlefield, and Mashu's magic is being rapidly consumed.

Artoria, Black Tower, San Yue Qi, and A Xing were cut off outside, facing the legion's spearhead directly!

Artoria's Wind King Barrier fully activated, her holy sword swung into a golden halo, slashing the approaching virtual troops, but she soon discovered that these black weapons' shells were unusually sturdy and had some resistance to magical attacks, far beyond the previous Insect Swarm.

Several virtual troops with bone wings on their backs swooped from high altitude, spewing wide‑range bullet patterns, forcing her to constantly dodge, stalling the offensive.

Black Tower hovered in the air, the remaining prisms around her sniping the elite virtual troops attempting to besiege Artoria or strike Mashu's wall with maximum efficiency, each shot precisely head‑shotting or destroying the core.

But her complexion grew paler; the previous Noble Phantasm and continuous high‑intensity magic output made this limited "Caster" Clone feel signs of depletion.

San Yue Qi's Ice Arrow had greatly reduced effect on the virtual troops; their resistance seemed high, and the freezing slowdown duration was extremely short.

She could only rely on agile footwork and A Xing's cover to fight, a dangerous situation.

"We can't keep going like this!"

YinZhi saw clearly inside the wall; no trace of ease remained on his handsome face, only the weight of a warrior.

He looked at the five remaining bright red Command Spells on the back of his left hand, then at the hard‑fought comrades outside the wall, especially the Black Tower whose Magic Wave was visibly unstable and the now panting Artoria.

"Command Spell!"

Tengwan Lixiang also realized, "Mr. YinZhi, your Command Spell!"

"It is only natural."

YinZhi did not hesitate, pointing his right index finger like a sword, swiftly slashing across the back of his left hand!

Bright red light flared up in succession!

"By the Authority of the Ruler, command the spell—magic replenishment, grant to the Knight King fighting outside the city, Artoria Pendragon!"

A Command Spell turned into a pure magic torrent, crossing space and flowing into Artoria's body.

She was invigorated, the sword's light shone brighter, and a single slash swept away the surrounding virtual troops.

"Again command the spell—magic replenishment, grant to the Intellect servant Black Tower Lady!"

Another spell of light flew toward Black Tower. The dim prisms around Black Tower brightened again, firepower briefly restored.

"Third time command the spell—strengthen the present realm and magic conduit, grant to the Berserker Miss San Yue Qi!"

"Fourth time command the spell—strengthen Preservation, grant to the Master's Servant Miss Star!"

In an instant, the four Command Spells were exhausted!

Only the last Command Spell remained on the back of YinZhi's hand.

This decisive and generous support greatly eased the pressure on several outside the wall, earning them precious breathing room and capital to continue fighting.

But the fundamental problem remained unsolved.

"Black Tower Lady! Your Noble Phantasm! That key! Can it be used in reverse? To close these spatial fissures?!"

Tengwan Lixiang shouted at the Communicator.

Black Tower, while controlling a prism strike to kill a phantom soldier attempting to ambush San Yue Qi, replied with a grim expression: "No! The concept of the Key of Myriad Phenomena is to open, not to close! It loosened the world Barrier, but which Lock to open, and in which direction, depends on many factors. Now these fissures are formed by Destruction power expanding along the loosened Barrier. My Noble Phantasm has no reverse operation function!"

In other words, the door was unintentionally opened with a crack; Destruction power tore that crack into a huge hole, and the key that opened the door cannot close that hole.

The atmosphere of Despair began to spread.

Even with YinZhi's Command Spell support, facing the virtually endless, continuously surging Antimatter Legion, and the Huan Long hovering high in the sky with its aura still rising, failure seemed only a matter of time.

"Communicator… crackle… Lixiang… abnormal… high‑dimensional… gaze… Warning…!"

The Communicator on Chaldea's side, amid Doctor Roman's intermittent, terrified shouts, was suddenly drowned out by a sharp, grating noise and then cut off completely!

"Doctor?! Da Fenqi personally?!"

Tengwan Lixiang shouted at the Communicator, but received no further response.

A wave of icy cold crept up Lixiang's spine.

Even Chaldea's Communicator was forcibly cut off by some power?

What was the "high‑dimensional gaze" the doctor just shouted?

As if confirming her unease, the Huan Long phantom in the sky, which had always resembled a golden sculpture, suddenly quivered slightly.

The yellow‑black Flame surrounding her surged abruptly for an instant, and the blurred visage seemed to lift, gazing toward some point in deep space; the wave of awe and terror spread like ripples, even briefly overwhelming the battlefield's murderous atmosphere.

She felt… that one's gaze.

Although it was only a glance, that gaze originating from the source of Destruction, for a being like her, was already supreme glory and affirmation.

However, for the fighters below and for this fragile world, that "gaze" brought only deeper Despair.

"The trouble has grown…"

Black Tower muttered a curse under his breath; she could guess what it was.

The situation is sliding toward the abyss in the worst possible direction.