What if your Honkai Star Rail was like this?

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Protect You on Your Left and Right, Lead You on a Long Journey

”Aeon? Which one?”

Hearing this, Himeko immediately had a solemn expression and asked.

Even she didn’t expect that the juniors’ little fights would once again attract the gaze of an Aeon.

The last time this happened was during the battle against Phantylia.

Welt pondered for a moment: ”My judgment is, [Harmony].”

”The reason is simple: in that instant just now, Capitalist Bird and Clockie’s Son’s spirits reached a kind of resonance. The two were of one mind; at that moment, their thoughts were indistinguishable, truly achieving soul resonance.”

”But from the current imaginary index, this should merely be a glance, not ascending to Emanator.”

”March and the others previously could even exchange blows with Phantylia; merely being glanced at by a Pathstrider should not pose a threat to them.”

Himeko nodded slightly: ”That makes sense. If things exceed the control of you and me, it’s still in time to intervene and save the scene.”

”Hm.”

”...”

On the other side, on the track.

Screech—

Stelle and the others only felt a huge power bursting from the opponent’s body, forcefully repelling them from the front. The flying car’s shell slid all the way on the track, sparking a trail of fire.

”Hu, hu...”

Stelle’s chest heaved violently. She gritted her teeth and said: ”Everyone, put in a bit more effort.”

”Together, we can definitely defeat them.”

”Briefs briefs!”

Clockie Bird let out a mocking laugh: ”Look! Even Xipe acknowledges our will!”

”You have no chance!”

”...Stelle, now there’s only one way.”

March 7th’s breathing was also a bit rapid, and she said: ”Now there’s still a short distance to the finish line. We’ll stay here to hold them off for you. The remaining road, you’ll have to walk it alone.”

”March, what nonsense are you saying?” Stelle shook her head forcefully: ”We, I won’t abandon you.”

”...Ha, Stelle is so cute.” Firefly smiled: ”But don’t forget, this is in a dream. Even if we die in battle, it’s just going to Dreamflux Reef or directly waking up in reality.”

”You don’t need to have any psychological burden.”

”That’s right...” Even Sparkle couldn’t help but say softly: ”Hurry up and end it.”

”You guys, don’t look down on me too much.”

Stelle’s tone was unusually firm: ”I won’t do something like abandoning companions.”

”Precisely because this is a dream, I can’t do this kind of thing even more.”

”It’s like playing a game. If you die, I’ll rush up without hesitation to avenge you, because I don’t care about winning or losing the game.”

”It’s the same here. So what if we lose? So what if we can’t see Sunday? So what if we can’t get any shares?”

”These things... how can they compare to you?”

(Mysterious whisper).

Outside the competition field.

”What? Xipe actually looked here again?” Welt said in surprise: ”This time actually looking at... Stelle and the others?”

Hearing this, Himeko showed a gratified smile on her face: ”This child... as expected, is the most ’pure’ among us.”

”I suppose her will is noble enough, fitting the [Harmony] concept of ’advancing hand in hand, united as one’?”

Welt frowned tightly, murmuring: ”How do I feel like this time THEY gazed at at least three people?”

...

”What? You actually too!”

Clockie Bird said in shock: ”This is impossible, this is impossible!”

”There’s nothing impossible. Let me teach you a phrase, little bird.”

Stelle, Firefly, and March 7th stepped out of the flying car, surrounded by a layer of divine light—that was Xipe’s gift.

Feeling the two behind her, Stelle took a deep breath and said loudly: ”As long as Firefly and March 7th are by my side—”

”I feel like I have the power of a hundred people!”

”So... you two, ’harmonize’ with me!”

”What?!”

Clockie Bird seemed to realize something, ”’Harmonize’? Isn’t that something only the family’s chordmasters can do? Could it be THEIR power temporarily granted you this ability?”

”Could it be, you are going to...”

As if to confirm its guess, Stelle took the initiative to hold the hands of the two beside her and said: ”With the two behind me, respectfully representing two hundred compatriots!”

”I hereby summon, the Chordal Choir—Dominicus!”

Rumble—

Sacred, solemn light enveloped the three, transforming into a massive puppet, standing tall in the world.

Sparkle watching from the side: ...

”Crazy, all crazy...”

Sparkle held her head incredulously. Wasn’t this thing supposed to be summoned by Sunday during the decisive battle? What do you mean by taking it out to play now?

She now seriously doubted if Stelle was really the little gray hair from the original universe. Otherwise, why could this guy adapt to this world so easily?

She even really summoned the Chordal Choir!

So Sunday usurped [Harmony]’s authority, and you usurp Sunday’s authority, huh?!

”Oh oh oh! It really succeeded!”

The Chordal Choir first looked at itself, then let out an excited voice: ”Driving this thing is like a Gundam!”

With that, the Chordal Choir turned its head sideways, placing its palm by its ear in a listening pose: ”Who did you just say is done for?”

Clockie Bird: ”...Y-y-you, don’t get cocky. With only my brother and me combined, you won’t be a match—aaaah!”

The Chordal Choir tapped the baton in its hand, ”You sure?”

Clockie Bird ”thud” knelt down, ”Actually, our life isn’t easy either. Just to survive, we’ve already given our all...”

”We’re all living hard! Give us a way to live! We confess, actually it was Sunday who asked us to block you from winning the championship!”

”Yeah yeah, everyone has it hard.”

...

”...Hmph, these two wastes.”

At the finish line award platform, Sunday looked at the screen with a slightly gloomy face. He had given these two guys such great help, but unexpectedly they still lost.

And after losing, they immediately sold him out first thing. Tsk, looks like the group’s legal department has work again.

However, even seeing that ”Chordal Choir,” Sunday didn’t show too much loss of composure, because things were still under control up to now.

It’s just that direct confrontation with the Astral Express seemed unavoidable now. Since that’s the case, it was time to reveal his trump card in advance.

Sunday took out a phone, calmly dialed one of the numbers. A few seconds later, the call connected, and a gentle female voice came: ”What’s wrong, Mr. Sunday?”

”The thing I entrusted to you, it should have been nurtured by now, right?”

”Ah, that child?” The woman chuckled lightly: ”Of course, THEY have now recovered part of THEIR power. In a while, THEY should call ’mom’.”

Sunday: ”I don’t need THEM to call me mom. Send the thing over, the money will be transferred to your account.”

”Hanging up.”