Honkai Star Rail: I Played the Villain, Now the Heroines Want Revenge — Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Seizing the Stellaron

Just then.

Rumble—!

The entire starry sky was suddenly torn apart.

It wasn’t a single warp jump, but a thousand simultaneous, violent tears in the fabric of space.

Countless spatial rifts appeared out of thin air, and from them surged an overwhelming, endless fleet.

That was the Anti-Matter Legion.

Dense, chaotic warships blotted out the starry sky, their jagged, asymmetrical designs an affront to physics. Countless Doomsday Beasts roared, their cries echoing in the vacuum, a sound felt in the bones rather than heard.

And commanding from the rear, on a flagship that resembled a fractured moon, was none other than the Lord Ravager—Celenova!

“The Hunt’s Lan…” she mused, her voice broadcast across her fleet, a lazy, arrogant drawl that dripped with destructive intent.

“They say you are one of the ‘youngest’ Aeons. Let me see how much of Aeon of Finality’s divine power you truly possess.”

[Inorin’s Note: Celenova is referencing Terminus, the Aeon of Finality. This implies a connection or past that gives her the confidence to challenge another Aeon.]

Immediately after, all the muzzles.

Trillions of them.

Anti-Matter Cannons, Singularity Generators, Entropy Accelerators…

Every weapon in the Legion’s vast, chaotic arsenal.

All aimed at the single, motionless figure of Lan in the sky.

“Fire!”

Celenova gave the order.

In an instant—

The entire universe seemed to be ignited.

Countless destructive attacks simultaneously blasted towards Lan. Streaks of anti-light, waves of distorted gravity, and beams of pure entropic decay all converged on one point.

Any single one of those attacks was enough to annihilate a star, to wipe a planet’s surface clean.

And there were millions of them.

Boom—!!!

The light of the explosion instantly eclipsed the stars.

It was not light, but pure, white-hot nothingness.

The entire Luofu trembled violently, its structural integrity alarms screaming as if it would be torn apart by the aftershock in the next second.

The star sea was illuminated a pale, blinding white, forcing everyone on the balcony to close their eyes or be seared.

“This… the Legion’s attack… it’s terrifying…”

March 7th covered her eyes, cowering behind Stelle.

Welt squinted, peeking through his fingers at the sky, his face grim. “Such dense, concentrated firepower… it’s enough to destroy an entire galaxy.”

Himeko’s expression was also grave, her hand gripping the balcony rail. “The Anti-Matter Legion’s full-power strike… even for an Aeon…”

However.

When the smoke cleared, when the light faded.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Lan… was still there.

Completely unharmed.

He hadn’t even moved an inch, just hovering in place, his divine bow still aimed at the Luofu.

The cataclysmic, galaxy-ending barrage had washed over him, and he hadn’t even flinched.

Those weapons capable of destroying planets were like children’s toys before him.

Stelle looked at this scene in shock: “Completely… ineffective?”

“It didn’t… it didn’t do anything?”

Welt’s expression, however, grew even graver. “As expected of Lan… even the weakest Aeon is still an Aeon after all.”

“Mortal attacks, no matter how powerful, are nothing but a gentle breeze to them. We are on a different plane of existence entirely.”

Celenova, on her flagship, looked at the unblemished Lan on her main screen. She showed not the slightest hint of surprise.

“Heh… just as I thought. What a bore.”

She leaned forward, her voice sharp. “Then, second wave! Let’s see if he cares about these.”

Roar—!!

Hundreds of Doomsday Beasts surged out from the fleet!

They roared, a black plague of planet-eaters, swarming towards Lan.

These embodiments of destruction, each one a living catastrophe, possessed the power to obliterate a civilization.

Now, they all lunged at that lofty, silent deity!

However…

Lan seemed somewhat annoyed by them.

He turned his head, his gaze shifting from the Luofu below, and looked at the Doomsday Beasts swarming like locusts.

Then—

The divine bow in his hand suddenly changed direction.

No longer aimed at the Luofu… but at the main force of the Anti-Matter Legion!

“Not good!” Celenova’s expression finally changed. The laziness was gone, replaced by sudden, sharp alarm. “All forces, scatter! Evasive maneuvers, now!”

But it was already too late.

On Lan’s bowstring, light erupted.

A single, slender arrow made of pure, conceptual “speed” and “ending.”

The light arrow left the string!

Whoosh!

In just an instant.

There was no explosion. No debris. No shockwave.

There was only… a flash.

More than half of the Anti-Matter Legion’s fleet, along with those hundreds of Doomsday Beasts, were all swallowed by the light.

They just… disappeared.

Completely erased, as if they had never existed.

One moment, the sky was black with warships; the next, it was empty, clean, and silent.

“This…”

The Express Crew, seeing this scene, were all stunned.

Stelle’s eyes widened: “One arrow… just one arrow… and the entire Anti-Matter Legion… is gone just like that?!”

Looking at the vast, empty star sea in the sky, March 7th suddenly cheered from the side, breaking the stunned silence.

“Great! The Anti-Matter Legion has been annihilated!”

She clapped her hands, relief washing over her. “We won! The bad guys are gone!”

Mid-sentence, she suddenly noticed the expressions of the others.

Welt, Himeko, Stelle, Dan Heng…

There was no joy on their faces. Instead, their expressions were ones of increased solemnity. Of absolute, final dread.

“You… what’s wrong with you all?” March asked, her smile fading.

“The Legion of Destruction has been annihilated, isn’t that a good thing? We should be…”

Suddenly, March 7th thought of something.

The smile on her face instantly froze.

Her blood ran cold.

Oh… right.

Lan is that powerful. He’s capable of annihilating the entire Anti-Matter Legion with one arrow…

But, Lan’s original target was…

The Luofu.

And she and her companions were currently on the Luofu.

“We…” March 7th trembled, her voice barely a whisper. “Aren’t we…”

“Doomed,” Dan Heng said in a deep, flat voice.

Himeko sighed, closing her eyes for a brief second. “It seems today is the end of our journey.”

Welt pushed up his glasses, his gaze fixed on the Aeon. He said nothing, but a hint of bitter resignation appeared in his eyes.

Facing an Aeon… what could they do?

What could anyone do?

Nothing at all.

Only wait for death.

March 7th’s eyes reddened; she looked at Stelle and Dan Heng, tears welling up.

“I… I don’t want to die yet…”

“We still have so many places we haven’t been to…”

“And so many adventures we haven’t experienced… I haven’t even cataloged all my photos…”

Stelle held her hand, her own hand trembling, but she squeezed tightly. “Don’t be afraid, March.”

“At least… we’re together.”

Amidst this desperate, suffocating atmosphere.

Stelle suddenly remembered something: “Wait, what about Phantylia and them?”

At this reminder, March 7th also reacted:

“Oh, right! I was so focused on watching Lan just now!”

“Phantylia, Feixiao, and Orion… they’re all gone! The restraints… they’re gone too!”

Welt looked around. Indeed, the three of them had long since vanished without a trace. The threads that bound the crew had dissolved.

“Darn it!” March 7th stomped her foot angrily, “They must have taken advantage of the chaos when Lan appeared to escape!”

“Should we escape too? Now’s a good chance to run! Let’s get to the Express!”

“But…” Stelle looked at March 7th, her voice hollow. “Where can we escape to?”

“The Express is fast, but… can we really escape before Lan’s arrow falls?”

Just then, Dan Heng suddenly pointed to the sky, his eyes narrowed.

“Look over there.”

Everyone followed his gaze.

In the distant sky, far from the battle, a lone, sleek, black battleship was rapidly fleeing. It was unlike any Xianzhou or Legion ship.

Its speed was abnormally fast, its engines burning a brilliant, chaotic blue as it tore a hole in space, desperate to escape.

March 7th’s eyes widened:

“Could it be… Phantylia, Feixiao, and Orion are all on that thing?!”

Stelle also looked at that battleship.

For some reason, her heart suddenly tightened, a sharp, physical pang.

Then, she felt it.

Her chest… felt empty.

That warm, humming, powerful feeling that had always been there, the source of her strange strength, had disappeared.

She subconsciously pressed her hand to her chest, her expression suddenly changing from despair to confusion, and then to a horrifying realization.

The Stellaron…

The Stellaron inside her was gone!

“Orion…”

Stelle’s lips turned pale, her eyes fixed on the rapidly vanishing battleship in the sky.

Just now, before the alarm… before Lan appeared…

When Orion had lifted her chin…

His other hand had approached her chest…

She remembered the alarm blaring, the moment of universal distraction.

His hand had been so close…

So at that time, in that one split second of chaos, he had already…

He hadn’t been about to take it.

He had taken it.

The “I’m sorry, Stelle” wasn’t a warning.

It was an epitaph.

“Why…”

Suddenly, her body went limp. The strength fled from her legs, and she was about to fall.

“Stelle!”

March 7th and Himeko quickly caught her.

“Stelle! What’s wrong with you?!” March 7th asked anxiously, her own despair forgotten.

Welt rushed over and checked her, his expression grim. “Her Stellaron… has been taken.”