Honkai Star Rail: Wait! Why Are There Two Saviors on Amphoreus?!

Celenova’s gaze flickered almost imperceptibly. She seemed surprised that this opponent, who clearly carried the aura of the masses favored by Harmony, was instead using power leaning toward Preservation.

Yet her counterattack came without the slightest hesitation. Her slender white finger lightly tapped the empty air.

Crack——!

A sound like shattering glass echoed across the battlefield! The spatial structure that had just been forcibly welded together by amber suddenly burst apart like glass unable to withstand internal pressure!

Not only that, countless spatial fragments, sharp as divine blades and carrying the terrifying power to tear apart both matter and energy, surged toward Phaethon like a devastating storm composed of billions of invisible blades!

Phaethon’s eyes focused. Instead of dodging, he held his ground. Gripping his sword with one hand, he pressed the other forward into empty space and a thick, crystalline amber barrier materialized from nothing!

Moreover, this barrier seemed alive. Countless amber crystals autonomously and rapidly grew, spread, and bloomed across its surface, forming layer upon layer of dense protection!

Rumble——!!!

The absolute defense of amber clashed violently with the ultimate tearing of space! There was no explosive fireball, only a piercing, shrill scream as if the very structure of the world was being forcibly twisted and shattered! Turbulent energy currents swept up and shredded everything nearby!

Before the shockwaves of this breathtaking collision had fully subsided, Phaethon looked ahead, only to find Celenova’s figure had vanished.

In the chaos of that moment, she had swapped the space she occupied with a piece of space among the distant legion torrent.

All that remained before Phaethon were a few bewildered voidrangers, randomly swapped into place by her spatial abilities.

Phaethon flicked his wrist. Judgment of Shamash swept horizontally, its scorching blade easily reducing those pitiful voidrangers to ashes.

He gazed toward Celenova’s current position, now protected by layers of the legion, and his heart grew stern.

"Endless spatial swapping... This ability is indeed troublesome," Phaethon murmured to himself. No wonder the Anti-matter Legion led by Celenova was almost invincible across the galaxy, taking planets and stars as easily as reaching into a bag.

This ability to arbitrarily assemble and transfer oneself, the legion, and even attacks at the spatial level when applied to commanding armies, its efficiency was terrifyingly high.

Just as Phaethon was pondering this—

Suddenly, a change occurred!

Several spatial fragments suspended around him were abruptly snatched and replaced by an invisible hand, and the scene instantly shifted!

The previously empty void was suddenly filled with over a dozen colossal figures, each as massive as a mountain, their cannon muzzles already charged with destructive light—they were the Anti-matter Legion’s strategic weapons, Doomsday Beast!

Their cold mechanical eyes locked onto Phaethon, and within their ready-to-fire cannons, destructive energy had already boiled to the critical point!

BOOM——!!!!!

Without the slightest gap, over a dozen dark red beams of destruction, each capable of piercing stars and erasing civilizations, surged forth like a tide of death, instantly engulfing the entire airspace where Phaethon had stood!

The spatial turbulence caused by energy overload made everything in that region blur and warp, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

Yet...

Playing with space was not Celenova’s exclusive power.

The moment the surrounding spatial structure began to loosen and reassemble like puzzle pieces, Phaethon had already stepped into the flowing light of doorways, his form like ink dissolving into water, transferring himself to another area of the battlefield in the nick of time.

But this brief respite brought little advantage. The Anti-matter Legion clung like stubborn parasites—space rippled again, and more Doomsday Beast and tidal waves of voidrangers surged through spatial displacement, shadowing him and surrounding him once more.

Facing over a dozen Doomsday Beast, now fully charged and radiating suffocating pressure, along with what seemed like an endless legion flood, Phaethon’s eyes finally flashed with a cold impatience.

These unkillable creations severely hindered his duel with Celenova’s true body, entangling his steps like endlessly regenerating thorns.

"Relentless pests... If that’s the case, I’ll purify you all together!"

He held back no longer, pouring the vast power within his body entirely into Judgment of Shamash!

Hum——!

The blade emitted an unprecedented tremor, its bursting light far exceeding before!

It was no longer the gentle, resilient amber, but a boiling, scorching golden-red, like a liquid sun, containing the power to incinerate all things!

The terrifying heat caused the surrounding space to warp like water waves.

Amber was not only hard and preserving, it could also be scorching lava.

Phaethon swung this sword down at the Anti-matter Legion below.

Where the blade passed, space was scorched and twisted. The over a dozen Doomsday Beast that had just appeared didn’t even have time to fire their beams of destruction before they wailed and vaporized, dissipating in the amber heat wave hot enough to melt stars!

Yet, in that delicate moment when Phaethon, due to this clearing strike and his fierce eruption, had slightly exhausted his power, with old strength fading and new strength not yet born—

On the other battlefield, that figure like a sun of destruction had suddenly, ignoring the Zephyro he was fighting, transformed into a blazing golden meteor and charged toward the depths of the starry sky, toward Nanook, who radiated an endless will of destruction!

At that same moment, Celenova’s eyes flashed coldly.

Her jade finger lightly traced, a small patch of space behind Phaethon was silently swapped, as if precisely cutting paper.

Zephyro, who should have been far away, used this spatial shift, silently appearing behind Phaethon like a phantom!

The sword of destruction in his hand, symbolizing "nothingness," traced a pale trajectory of annihilation, slashing straight toward Phaethon’s back, slightly exposed due to his full-power eruption!

CLANG——!!!

A deafening explosion rang across the battlefield! At the critical moment, Phaethon forcibly twisted his body by combat instinct, barely positioning Judgment of Shamash behind him, just barely blocking the sword of destruction that had almost touched his back!

But the power of Zephyro’s long-prepared sneak attack was terrifying!

The force of annihilation originating Destruction surged along the blade.

Phaethon felt his arms violently shake, his blood and energy churning, and his form uncontrollably pushed backward by this irresistible force—

His back heavily struck the edge of Amphoreus’s magnificent firewall! He barely stabilized himself, the hand gripping his sword trembling slightly, his thumb web already split, red blood droplets slowly dripping along the hilt.

As his breath still uneven, the space not far ahead rippled like water waves, and Celenova’s figure elegantly and coldly re-emerged from the void.

Her hair was white as snow, her eyes reflected the universe’s end, as if that exquisite and fatal spatial swap had been merely at her fingertips for her.

Celenova coldly gazed at Phaethon, slightly disheveled from blocking the attack, and finally spoke, her voice like ten thousand years of ice grinding together, clearly answering the question posed at the battle’s beginning:

"The Prime Mover of Life..."

Her tone had no fluctuation, as if stating the most fundamental, undeniable truth of the universe:

"...is the most lengthy, most worthless noise on the path to destruction."

In her view, every sound life made from birth—laughter, tears, loving words, vows, roars of resistance, anthems of civilization... all these complicated and splendid Chapters—their essence was merely passages destined to be erased, meaningless background noise in the process of heading toward predetermined destruction.

Existence itself was futile.

This sentence was not only a denial of Phaethon’s answer but also a complete contempt for the meaning of Amphoreus’s thirty million cycles of struggle.

It degraded the value of life to dust.