Luna, standing beside the Warp Rift, witnessed the entire scene.
She showed no anger, no panic; instead, the corners of her mouth, half-hidden under her hood, curled up higher and higher until she finally couldn't suppress a sharp, maniacal laugh.
"You're here... you've finally arrived! Hahahaha~~~"
She looked at the tall, uniformed figure in front of her, a morbid excitement gleaming in her eyes, like a hunter who had been laying a trap for a long time finally spotting his prey stepping into it.
She painstakingly set up Nine-Sided Spirit-Sealing Barrier, drawing the Guyu deep within, not merely to kill a single chosen creation of the Tyranids.
Her true target has always been Lynn.
She knew this person well; he seemed calm and rational, always prioritizing the big picture, but deep down he was incredibly protective of his own people.
He couldn't just stand by and watch those damned bugs get trapped.
Once he personally steps into the third underground level, into this Land Without Extension, everything will be under her control.
"Very good, very good..." Luna murmured softly.
The Psychic Power slowly rotated in his palm, and the multifaceted crystal at the top of the staff emitted a dark blue light that was almost black.
"Since you're here, you might as well stay forever."
She abruptly raised her eyes, sweeping them over the dozen or so two-faced Tzeentch Sorcerer lined up beside her, her voice filled with hysterical fanaticism:
"The sacrifice begins! With your souls as the guide, and with the power of the Lord of Change, we will reverse the course of this world!"
The wizards bowed in unison, both of them displaying eerie smiles.
The next second, the heads of the three wizards in the front row exploded without warning, scattering crimson blood and grayish-white brain matter everywhere.
Their souls were extracted by an invisible force, transforming into a stream of dark blue energy that flowed along the magical runes into Luna's staff.
Then came the second batch, the third batch...
One wizard after another exploded and died, without even having time to scream.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen wizards were reduced to a pile of flesh and blood, their soul power poured into the magic array.
Luna's body trembled slightly from the influx of massive amounts of Psychic Power, and an unnatural flush appeared on her face beneath her hood.
She raised her staff high and roared with all her might, " Deflection of Force!"
Buzz!!!
A ring of dark blue energy ripples spread rapidly from her center along the rock wall of the spiral staircase.
The Vanguard soldiers who were firing suddenly felt their feet lighten, their bodies involuntarily leaning forward, and their Boltgun almost flew out of their hands.
This is not an illusion.
The gravity that was originally pressing vertically downwards, pinning the person to the plane of the stairs, suddenly shifted at this moment!
The direction of gravity no longer points to the bottom of the pit, but instead diverges from the sidewalls perpendicular to the spiral staircase.
In other words, the spiral staircase that originally required looking up to climb has now become a series of flat, expansive "flat ground" for the demon.
They no longer need to climb up under fire; they can simply run along the stepped ring road and rush straight to the human positions!
The protruding edges of the steps and the recessed gaps in the platforms now serve as natural shelters.
The demons could hide behind the stepped facade and approach step by step, making it impossible for human artillery fire to create a smooth ramp for killing.
"What's going on? Has gravity been altered?!"
An artilleryman staggered, grabbing onto the gun mount, and looked down in horror.
The Bloodletter, who had been clinging to the edge of the steps and moving slowly, now straightened up and ran wildly along the vertical side walls of the steps.
Using the raised steps as cover, they avoided artillery fire and charged at a speed more than three times faster than before!
The pack of Flesh Hound moved with ease, adjusting their flight attitude according to the deflected gravitational field, and rapidly approached the top of the stairs.
The poisonous fog unleashed by the Plaguebearer surged toward the battlefield like a tidal wave.
Slaanesh's Daemonette figures became even more elusive, leaping nimbly between multiple gravity planes, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the position.
"Fire! Don't stop!" the company commander roared hoarsely, but the firepower of the barrage had already plummeted.
Most of the shells hit the hard surface of the steps, blasting up a shower of rubble, but they couldn't harm the demon hiding behind them.
As the demons charged forward and the battle raged, the disadvantages of the human infantry were immediately exposed.
It wasn't over yet; the seven remaining Chaos Knight mechs were now gradually starting up along the deflected steps.
The heavy mechs slid effortlessly across the stepped facade, raising both the Volcano Cannon and the Melta Cannon simultaneously and unleashing a volley of fire at the human positions.
Boom! Orange-red Melta rays and explosive flashes erupted one after another at the front line of the position.
The two soldiers operating the shotgun had no time to dodge and were melted into a pile of charred scrap metal, along with the cannon.
The Psychic Power barrier trembled violently, and the bishops maintaining it groaned in unison as purple blood spurted out.
The addition of the Chaos Knight was like seven of the most ferocious battering rams, smashing down on an already crumbling defense.
The soldiers were forced to retreat again, and heavy firing positions were destroyed one after another, instantly turning the tide in Luna once more.
Luna, standing beside the rift, watched the human lines retreat step by step, listening to the screams rising and falling, and laughed even more unrestrainedly.
But that wasn't what excited her the most.
Her gaze pierced through the thick layers of rock, as if she could see the boiling battlefield above the tracks, and the empty defenses of the Midtown.
Dominic is locked down by the Nurgle Fleet, the entire Brevis Expeditionary Fleet has been redeployed to support space, and Lynn is trapped on the third basement level with the Vanguard force...
The ground defense is open.
This is the situation she truly wanted.
Luring the tiger away from the mountain, using a feint to the east while striking in the west.
The underground fighting is never the end; it's just a pretext to attract attention.
"It's time to close the net." Luna chuckled softly, tapping the tip of her staff lightly with her fingertip.
An extremely faint signal, yet bearing a unique mark, spread rapidly along the underground magical nodes, passing through rock layers and pipes, reaching every corner of the Midtown.
After lying low for so long, all the pieces she had planted in the Lower City and the Midtown were finally ready to be used.