Peter whispered a prayer and then jerked the lever.
The jet engines on its back started at full power, and blue and white jets of flame shot out, propelling the heavy mech sideways and close to the side wall of the stairs.
The arm carrying the Reaper Chainsword instantly switched to maximum power.
Buzz!!!
The Chainsword's teeth spun wildly, emitting a piercing metallic shriek.
Peter one arm to forcefully cleave the Chainsword down hard against the brick wall.
Clang!!!
The violent impact traveled up my arm, and the warning lights in the cockpit instantly lit up most of them.
The hydraulic system overloaded instantly, red warning characters filled the holographic screen, and the metal components of the arm joints emitted a teeth-grinding twisting sound.
Peter's hand was almost numb, but he didn't let go.
He gritted his teeth, focused intently, and continuously channeled his will into the mecha.
As if sensing the pilot's determination, the previously restless Machine Spirit gradually calmed down, and even a slight resonant tremor was felt.
The armor plates grew increasingly tough, the hydraulic rods withstood the terrifying pressure, and the teeth of the Chainsword embedded themselves deeply into the steps.
Intense sparks flew along the blade, sending shards of stone and metal flying everywhere.
The speed of the descent finally slowed down slightly.
And that sliver of hope is life.
"Now!"
Guyu gave a low shout, and the remaining two bishops immediately understood.
Ignoring the backlash of depleted Psychic Power, they unleashed all their remaining Psychic Power with the remote support of Rena's consciousness.
The untouchable area no longer aims to cover everyone, but instead focuses on the point where the Chainsword contacts the side wall, frantically compressing and condensing.
The strength of the domain was pushed to its limit at a single point.
The next second, an invisible force spread out from the point of contact.
The side walls of the staircase, which had been twisting and elongating, stopped deforming instantly, as if frozen in place.
The gravity returned to normal after the flip, and the feeling of endless falling suddenly disappeared.
Boom!
With a dull thud, the Armiger Knight mech, carrying a full load of survivors, became heavily wedged into the gap in the side wall of the stairs.
The fall finally stopped.
Everyone was breathing heavily, staring in shock at the bottomless darkness below.
The demon's shriek still echoed in the distance, but the extremely compressed Shadow in the Warp firmly protected the area, preventing them from approaching easily.
Guyu stood on the mecha's shoulder armor, gazing into the darkness deeper into the staircase.
There, the eerie blue light grew stronger, and Luna's laughter drifted up, faint yet undisguised, carrying a mocking tone.
Clearly, this is just the beginning.
The creaking sound of twisting metal still echoed in my ears, the Chainsword of the Armiger Knight's mech deeply embedded in the stairwell.
White smoke from the overloaded hydraulic rods seeped out in wisps through the gaps in the armor.
Everyone gripped their weapons, their chests heaving violently; the endless fall they had just experienced felt like a nightmare from which they could not wake.
Even the most composed Vanguard couldn't help but glance sideways at the bottomless darkness beneath his feet, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
No one dared to truly relax. Land Without Extension never gives one a chance to catch their breath.
Just then, a piercing sound of something cutting through the air suddenly exploded from the darkness below.
"Careful!"
Just as Guyu's warning sounded, a massive black shadow, accompanied by a foul wind and eerie blue flames, slammed into the lower body of the attendant mech.
It was a four-legged monster covered in rusted armor, with a chimney on its back spewing out thick black smoke.
The barbs on the giant mechanical claw hooked onto the armor structure of the mech's legs, and the force of the impact was like that of a torpedo propelled at full speed, forcefully knocking the mech, which was stuck on the steps, forward.
"Damn it, what is this thing!" Peter's curse came from the cockpit, the intense pain almost making him faint.
Having lost the Chainsword, his right arm was already at its limit, and it had exhausted most of its power when it braked.
Now, being struck head-on by this terrifying impact, the metal fatigue instantly reached its limit.
"Snap!"
A desperate cracking sound rang in everyone's ears.
The mechanical arm carrying the Chainsword snapped off completely at the shoulder joint, falling into the void below amidst Mars.
The mech, suddenly losing its balance, leaned backward, causing the Genestealer that had been gripping the gaps in the armor to slip from their grasp.
The entire team was like a swarm of bees swept away by a whirlwind, losing all its footing once again.
The domain was already severely damaged during the fall, and now, under the violent jolts, the three bishops groaned in unison, purple blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
The previously stabilized untouchable area was instantly rippled violently, like a tattered cloth torn by a gale, with cracks spreading rapidly.
The feeling of weightlessness enveloped everyone once again.
This time, even the gasp was choked back by the raging wind.
The stairs rushed past beside me, and the eerie blue demonic fire stretched into a distorted band of light in my vision.
Everyone thought they would be like those broken parts, forever falling into an unknown, bottomless abyss.
But Guyu didn't panic.
The last fall was unexpected, but this time, she had already seen through the true nature of this distorted space.
All of its "infinity" and "fall" is based on the alteration of the terrain by Warp energy.
As long as there is a stable anchor point, and as long as the Shadow in the Warp can re-make contact with the physical structure, gravity can be forcibly pulled back onto its normal course.
Her thoughts moved gently along the Hive Mind.
The three third-generation Aberrant hanging at the bottom of the group almost simultaneously released their grip on their armor.
Without hesitation or doubt, they simply carried out Rena's commands like robots.
These three three-meter-tall, muscular tanks, once released, plummeted into the deeper darkness like three heavy boulders.
They are the team's strongest shield.
From the day they were bred, sacrifice was etched into their genes.
Guyu's four arms opened simultaneously, countless pale purple Psychic Power threads shooting out from her fingertips.
The silk threads, though delicate, were incredibly strong, and under her control, they swiftly darted through the air, intertwining and knotting.
Like a human needleworker knitting a sweater, it swiftly wove a Psychic Power net nearly twenty meters in diameter along the path of its fall.
This skill did not originate from the Tyranids ' combat instincts, but rather from Rena's leisure time browsing through the life classics in the Brevis Library.
From the book, she learned how human women weave clothes.
What was originally a pastime for leisure has now become a life-saving matter.
The threads crisscrossed, each knot condensing compressed Psychic Power, and the entire net glowed with a warm yet dangerous purple light.
Like a spider web suspended in the void, it silently awaits the falling crowd.
Without any sound of impact, the three Aberrant crashed into the Psychic Power web one after another.
The terrifying force of the fall caused the entire net to instantly sag downwards, creating a huge arc.
Sharp Psychic Power threads easily sliced through their grayish-purple skin, embedding themselves deep into their muscles and scorching away at the wounds.
The excruciating pain did not elicit a single roar from them.
Their robust physique and the Psychic Power resistance ingrained in their genes allowed them to withstand the impact and burning.
Their limbs and torso were tightly entangled in the silk threads, and they used their bodies to support the entire framework of the net.
The next second, the Armiger Knight mech, along with the remaining fifty-odd warriors, slammed heavily onto the cushioning pad made of Psychic Power threads and flesh.
"Pfft!!!"
The loud noise made the entire staircase corridor vibrate and hum.
The sound of bones cracking is sickening.
The stench of blood instantly filled the air.
Before the three Aberrant could even groan, they were crushed into three indistinct blobs of flesh by the weight of the tens of tons of mech and the entire crew.
Purple and red blood dripped from the gaps in the Psychic Power threads, like a crimson rain, falling into the endless darkness below.
The mushy-like body was trapped tightly within the mesh of silk threads, its utterly destroyed flesh and blood holding the lives of the entire team.