" Chaos Undivided."
Lynn uttered those four words in a low voice, his eyes darkening slightly.
He never imagined that there would be believers of the Chaos Undivided lurking among the Uptown nobles.
These people do not worship any particular evil god, but believe in Chaos itself, and their actions are more secretive and more insane.
"Where's Leo?" Lynn suddenly remembered something, his voice turning cold.
"He's in charge of security and guarding the area around the castle. Where is he?"
Rena paused for a second.
"Commander Leo lost signal an hour ago and his whereabouts are unknown."
Lynn clenched his fist tightly.
Leo.
The rightful heir of the St. Garus Family, he has been helping to handle all matters, big and small, since returning to the Hive City. He is calm, steady, and meticulous in his work.
Although not part of his core team, he was a key figure in maintaining stability in the Uptown.
It just disappeared so quietly.
Moreover, judging from this posture, the other party has clearly been planning this for a long time.
First, eliminate Leo, the outer perimeter guard post, then quietly gather followers to surround the castle, cut off his connection with the outside world, and trap him to death on the third underground level.
Well thought out.
A surge of irritation rose in his chest, and just as Lynn was about to order the Vanguard to concentrate their forces and break through, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his temple.
It felt like countless tiny needles were piercing deep into the depths of my mind.
The scene before my eyes suddenly distorted.
The underground battlefield, filled with the sounds of gunfire, has vanished, replaced by an endless ocean of color.
Red blood, green pus, pink mist, and blue light—four colors of Chaos energy surged around him like a tide.
Countless whispers exploded in his ears, tempting, urging, and calling him to let go of everything, embrace Chaos, and embrace true power.
A familiar illusion.
It was exactly the same scene as in countless previous dreams at night.
This time, however, it was clearer, more real, and the pull from the depths of my blood was even stronger.
"Get out of here."
Lynn gritted his teeth and silently shouted in his mind.
A powerful will acted like a dam, forcefully blocking the surging whispers of Chaos.
He leaned against the cold rock wall, stood there with his eyes closed for more than ten seconds, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
When the stinging pain subsided and the smoke of the underground battlefield reappeared before his eyes, his face was ashen, as if frozen.
It's not a hallucination.
It is not Warp perturbation.
It was him.
He is awakening in the Warp Essence.
This long-held suspicion, which he had kept hidden in his heart, was finally confirmed at this moment.
He leaned against the rock wall, consciously adjusting his breathing, and did not move immediately.
The anxiety and fear receded like the tide, and reason regained its footing.
The more chaotic the situation, the less you should panic.
Lynn opened his eyes, and a faint purple light flashed in them, so fast it was like an illusion.
He looked up at the rock formations above the castle, then glanced back at Luna, who was still laughing wildly beside the crevice, his mind racing as he processed the current situation.
Inside lies Luna's Gate of Calamity and the remnants of the demonic forces; outside, the followers of the Chaos Undivided surround it; and in the Midtown, the Thousand Sons are watching with predatory intent.
Leo died in the line of duty, external communications were cut off, and all that was left were the few thousand Vanguard underground.
What seems like a dead end is not entirely without the possibility of breaking it.
Luna is nothing to fear. The followers of Chaos Undivided may seem numerous, but they are actually a rabble. The only real threat is the Thousand Sons of Midtown.
Lynn leaned against the cold wall, picked up a miniature Ripper at his feet and stroked it, while his mind raced, rapidly calculating a plan to break through.
The main force of the Vanguard stationed in the Uptown was only twenty kilometers away from Saint Garus Castle. At the Vanguard's marching speed, it would only take ten minutes to reach the outskirts.
Once those elite troops trained by the Genestealer officers pressed forward, these ragtag Chaos Cultist and Luna's cobbled-together Scourge army would be utterly unable to withstand the Vanguard's charge.
Breaking through the encirclement and rescuing the governor would be a piece of cake.
The thought had barely crossed Lynn's mind when his fingers suddenly stopped.
Something feels off.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing the urge to immediately mobilize the troops.
At present, rescuing himself, the commander, and then mobilizing all of Brevis's forces to go to the Midtown for a decisive battle seems to be the most logical and optimal solution.
But the more logical it seemed, the more he felt something was off.
Luna was aware of his special connection with the Tyranids.
Although that woman was obsessive and crazy, she wasn't truly stupid to the core. She knew very well that Lynn was never the kind of person who needed to be on the front lines to command the overall situation.
Even if he were trapped in this Lower City, he could still maintain firm control over the entire armed forces of Brevis through Isolde and those ubiquitous "eyes and ears".
If Luna could find out the information, there was no reason why Tzeentch's followers wouldn't know.
Those Thousand Sons Sorcerer and those schemers who worship the Lord of Change would see things much more clearly Luna.
Did they go to such great lengths, turning the believers within the castle against their will and luring themselves deep underground, just to trap him, the " Emperor's Chosen," and prevent him from personally leading the troops on the battlefield to boost morale?
That reason is too far-fetched.
Brevis has faced numerous crises: the Orks at the gates, the Icefield defenses in dire straits—each one a matter of life and death.
Those lurking Chaos Cultist always kept their heads hidden and dared not make the slightest move.
Just as the Thousand Sons deployed its Warp Domain in the Midtown, these people immediately jumped out, coordinating perfectly as if they had rehearsed countless times beforehand.
"They were in cahoots," Lynn muttered to himself, his eyes turning cold.
This was not a spur-of-the-moment riot; it was a meticulously planned joint operation.
Luna's Scourge army, the lurking Chaos Cult, and the Thousand Sons that have descended upon Midtown have long since united as one.
But what exactly is their core objective? Simply trapping themselves is meaningless, and disrupting the command system is also untenable.
If their goal is to quickly capture Brevis, they should take advantage of the chaos to expand Uptown and Lower City, rather than wasting their forces besieging an Lower City.
" Rena," Lynn called out in his mind.
"Transmit the real-time battle situation in Midtown to me, using the shared perspective of frontline junior officers."
"Received." Rena's voice rang out instantly, without the slightest hesitation.
The next second, countless fragmented images flooded Lynn's mind like a tidal wave.
Those were visual signals transmitted back by Genestealer officers planted in the Vanguard and PDF units, fragmented yet real, piecing together the entirety of the Midtown battlefield.