Honkai Star Rail: I Became the World Tree — Chapter 51

Chapter 51: The Core of Team Battles! Anviel!

High above the frozen streets of Belobog, within the austere walls of the Supreme Guardian’s office, Cocolia Rand stood by the frosted glass. Her gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the massive silhouettes of two unfamiliar starships had suddenly breached the sky. The sight made her breath hitch, a dangerous ripple of doubt wavering through her chest. Those vessels were gargantuan. Surely, they possessed the capacity to evacuate thousands… perhaps even save her people?

Sensing this flicker of hope, the Stellaron pulsing within her chest practically choked on its own cosmic malice. If the sentient entity had a physical face, it would be twisting in sheer, unadulterated rage.

‘Seriously?’the Stellaron fumed internally.’Of all the miserable, wretched times to drop out of the sky, you had to pick the exact moment I was about to break her? Are you deliberately trying to sabotage me?!’

It wanted nothing more than to manifest a physical form, storm onto those ships, and throttle whoever was at the helm. But throwing a tantrum wouldn’t secure its vessel. It needed to smother Cocolia’s hope immediately.

“Cocolia… do not harbor such fragile, false hope,” the Stellaron whispered, its voice echoing in her mind like a chorus of grieving phantoms. “The cosmos beyond this dying world is a vast, unforgiving void filled only with suffering.”

Cocolia’s grip on the windowsill tightened.

“If you flee this sanctuary, you will be nothing but homeless wanderers, adrift in a dark sea,” the voice crooned, wrapping around her thoughts like velvet chains. “Cocolia… the new world I offer is the only true future.”

The defiant spark in her eyes slowly dissolved into a dull, subservient glaze. She leaned her forehead against the freezing glass.

“The new world… is the future…”

Deep below the snow-choked surface, the rusted labyrinth of Rivet Town echoed with the clash of metal and the unearthly shrieks of Fragmentum monsters. The crystalline corruption had been aggressively expanding its territory, spilling out from the shadows and launching consecutive raids against the barricades of Boulder Town.

Refusing to sit back and wait for slaughter, Bronya had taken the initiative. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Seele, the young heir led the hardened fighters of Wildfire in a preemptive strike to reclaim the streets.

They weren’t alone. Having caught wind of the offensive, Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng had descended from the surface, leading a vanguard of heavy Automatons requisitioned from the Robot Settlement.

For the Astral Express crew, this wasn’t just a rescue mission—it was a live-fire testing ground. With the monster population in the Elven Forest practically hunted to extinction by their recent grinding sessions, they desperately needed durable targets to test their newly acquired system skills.

Stelle sprinted through the rusted alleyways, her eyes locking onto a towering Automaton Grizzly that had been entirely consumed by the Fragmentum’s golden-purple decay. She didn’t even bother slowing down, sliding her baseball bat into a low, two-handed grip.

“Uppercut!”

She swung the bat upward with terrifying, explosive kinetic force. The moment the alloy connected with the Grizzly’s reinforced chassis, the sheer impact launched the multi-ton machine clean off the ground. Before it even reached the apex of its arc, the immense internal pressure of the skill detonated, shattering the Grizzly into a shower of twisted metal and fading crystalline dust.

Stelle rested the bat on her shoulder, blowing a stray lock of gray hair out of her face with a highly satisfied smirk.

“Mhm, mhm. Not bad at all. This skill is ridiculously satisfying.” She tapped her bat against the ground, scanning the chaotic battlefield. “Just gotta wait for the cooldown. Let’s see… who’s next? You, the ugly one covered in fire! Think you can throw fireballs at me?”

A few yards away, March 7th drew her bowstring back to her cheek, aiming down the shaft at a hovering, jagged Ice Out of Space.

“Ice Arrow!”

The crystalline projectile tore through the damp subterranean air. The instant it pierced the monster’s core, a violent burst of absolute zero energy erupted outward. The Ice Out of Space, already composed of frost, was instantly flash-frozen into a solid, immobile statue. A second later, the ice violently contracted, and the creature let out a fractured shriek before crumbling into harmless snow.

Nearby, Clara and Hook were treating the skirmish like a carnival game, tossing glowing Magic Bullets from their hands. The explosive projectiles detonated against the weaker Fragmentum stragglers, instantly vaporizing them upon impact.

“Heave-ho! Coming through!”

Anviel rushed into the center of the fray, her small boots splashing through the shallow puddles of the Underworld. Gripping her wooden staff with both hands, she closed her eyes and channeled the singular, potent skill she had managed to unlock.

“Song of the Forest!”

A massive, complex magic circle flared to life beneath her feet. The dreary, rusted confines of Rivet Town were suddenly bathed in a brilliant, tender green luminescence. A warm, fragrant gale swept through the streets, swirling Anviel’s long hair and carrying the scent of blooming life.

As the emerald light washed over the vanguard, the battered members of Wildfire gasped. Deep gashes knitted together in seconds. Exhausted, trembling muscles were flooded with fresh vitality. Even the damaged Automatons sparked as the magic forcibly repaired their torn wiring and dented armor plates.

Standing on a rusted overpass, Welt adjusted his glasses, his calm eyes reflecting the brilliant green glow.

“Fascinating,” he murmured. “No wonder Nash and the others were so desperate to find her. To possess this level of output while actively suppressing a curse… her raw potential is staggering.”

Down in the streets, Bronya watched her soldiers straighten up, their fatigue entirely washed away. She raised her rifle high, her voice cutting through the lingering wind.

“Everyone! The tide has turned! Charge with me! Eradicate the Fragmentum! For the Preservation of Belobog!”

The miraculous healing ignited a roaring inferno of morale within the Wildfire ranks.

“Brothers! Tear them apart!”

“My arm is completely healed! What are we waiting for? Rush ’em!”

In the center of the glowing circle, Anviel gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her forehead as she strained to maintain the continuous drain of the large-scale recovery magic. The Song of the Forest demanded a relentless toll on her MP.

Thirty seconds later, the last drop of her magical reserves ran dry. The emerald light flickered and died.

It didn’t matter. The battle was already decided. Empowered by the healing and backed by the heavy Automatons, Wildfire ruthlessly crushed the remaining Fragmentum monsters, leaving only a handful of stragglers desperately trying to retreat into the shadows.

Her energy entirely spent, Anviel’s knees buckled. She pitched forward, the world spinning around her.

Before she could hit the cold metal grating, a blur of purple and black intercepted her. Seele caught the girl smoothly, supporting her weight.

“Hey! Get a sofa over here, now!” Seele barked over her shoulder.

Two Wildfire grunts scrambled into an abandoned storefront, dragging out a surprisingly intact armchair. Seele carefully lowered Anviel into the cushions, letting the exhausted girl catch her breath.

With the elite monsters reduced to dust, Stelle and March 7th jogged over, leaving the mop-up operation to the locals. Stelle leaned on her bat, peering down at Anviel with genuine gamer respect.

“Anviel, I had no idea you were hiding such a broken support skill.”

March bounced on her heels, her eyes sparkling. “Right?! I was seriously starting to feel the burn in my arms, but the second that green light hit me, it was like I drank ten energy drinks at once!”

Anviel offered a weak, trembling smile, her chest heaving. “As long as… I can be of use to everyone… I’m happy.”

Welt and Dan Heng approached the makeshift resting area, their expressions serious.

“Anviel,” Welt asked gently, “would you mind showing us the exact system description of the skill you just used?”

Anviel nodded. With a flick of her wrist, she projected the translucent blue interface for the group to see.

`[Skill: Song of the Forest]`

`[Quality: Chromatic]`

`[Skill Description: Upon activation, creates a localized recovery field. Allies within the designated radius instantly recover 50% of their maximum stamina and HP at the moment of casting. Subsequently, allies recover 5% of their stamina and HP every second the field remains active. The field’s radius is adjustable; larger areas consume exponentially more MP. While actively channeling this skill, the caster is completely immune to all crowd-control effects.]`

`[Cooldown: None]`

`[Consumption: 10 MP – ∞ MP per second]`

`[Applicable Class: Cleric-type]`

For a long moment, the alleyway was dead silent. Even Welt, a man who had witnessed the birth and death of stars, stared at the floating text with a rare look of absolute shock.

“An instantaneous fifty percent restoration,” Welt muttered, calculating the tactical applications. “Followed by a continuous, sustained regeneration.”

Dan Heng crossed his arms, his sharp eyes narrowing. “And it scales on maximum percentages, not flat numerical values. That means it is equally effective on a frontline tank as it is on a fragile scout.”

March grabbed her own hair in exasperation. “It’s an AoE! And she gets CC immunity while casting?! How is that fair?!”

Stelle nodded sagely, tapping her chin. “It’s completely busted. In a prolonged team fight, if the enemy squad lacks the burst damage to instantly assassinate Anviel, they’ll just get stalled out and ground into dust. Truly, the power creep of Chromatic-tier skills is disgusting.”

March sighed, kicking a loose pebble. “Tell me about it. My Purple-tier Ice Arrow looks like an absolute joke next to this.”

Bronya holstered her weapon and walked over, her posture radiating genuine respect. She placed a hand over her heart.

“Anviel, we owe you our lives today. Thank you. And my deepest gratitude to you as well—Stelle, March, Dan Heng, and Mr. Welt.”

Welt offered a modest shake of his head. “There is no need to thank me, Bronya. I merely observed from the sidelines.”

Bronya offered a knowing, polite smile, choosing not to press the issue. She knew exactly what ‘observing’ meant. Had the line broken, or had Stelle and the others been in genuine peril, the calm man adjusting his glasses would have undoubtedly leveled the entire street to protect them. He was their ultimate safety net.

From behind Bronya’s legs, Hook popped out, her oversized hat bobbing as she trotted up to the armchair. She unwrapped a bright red lollipop and held it out with a gap-toothed grin.

“Here, Anviel! The boss of The Moles says you did a great job! Have some candy!”