Chapter 378

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Peter whispered a prayer, then fiercely shoved the control stick.

The jet engines at the rear ignited at full power, spewing blue-white flames that pushed the heavy mecha into a lateral shift, pressing it against the stairwell's side wall.

The arm mounting the Death God Chainsword instantly ramped to maximum output.

Vrrr—!!!

The chainsaw's teeth spun wildly, emitting a piercing metallic shriek.

Peter exerted force with his single arm, hacking the chainsaw down hard into the brick side wall.

Clang—!!!

Violent impact traveled up the arm; alarm lights in the cockpit instantly lit up over half the panel.

The hydraulic system overloaded instantly, red warning characters filling the holographic screen, and the metal components of the arm joints let out a tooth-aching twisting sound.

Peter's hand nearly lost all sensation, but he did not let go.

He gritted his teeth, spirit highly focused, continuously pouring his will into the mecha.

As if sensing the pilot's resolve, the originally restless Machine Soul gradually calmed, even transmitting a faint tremor of resonance.

The armor plates grew increasingly tough, the hydraulic rods withstood the terrifying pressure, and the chainsaw's teeth sank deep into the stairwell.

Intense sparks scattered along the blade, stone fragments and metal shavings dancing through the air.

The falling speed finally slowed by a fraction.

And that fraction was a chance at life.

"Right now!"

Gu Yu shouted low, and the remaining two Bishops immediately understood.

Disregarding the backlash of exhausting their psychic energy, under Lena's remote consciousness buff, they poured out every last bit of psychic power they had.

The Untouchable Field no longer sought to cover all members, but instead crazily compressed and condensed toward the single point where the chainsaw contacted the side wall.

The field's intensity was pushed to its limit at that single point.

The next second, invisible force spread outward from the contact point.

The side wall of the stairwell, which had been continuously twisting and elongating, froze as if frozen in time, instantly ceasing its deformation.

The inverted gravity returned to normal, the infinite falling sensation vanishing abruptly.

Boom—!

Accompanied by a dull heavy roar, the Squire Knight Mecha, carrying its full load of survivors, jammed hard into the gap in the stairwell side wall.

The fall finally stopped.

Everyone breathed heavily, looking with lingering fear at the bottomless darkness beneath their feet.

The demon's shrill cries still echoed in the distance, but the Bug Swarm shadows, compressed to the limit, firmly shielded this area, keeping them from daring to approach easily.

Gu Yu stood on the mecha's shoulder armor, gaze directed toward the deeper darkness of the stairwell.

There, a ghostly blue radiance grew ever brighter, and Luna's laughter drifted up faintly, carrying unconcealed mockery.

Clearly, this was only the beginning.

The screech of twisting metal still echoed in their ears; the Squire Knight Mecha's chainsaw remained deeply embedded in the stairwell entrance.

White smoke from the overloaded hydraulic rods seeped out in thin wisps through the armor seams.

Everyone gripped their weapons, chests heaving violently; that endless fall just now had been like a nightmare they couldn't wake from.

Even the steadiest Vanguard Army veterans couldn't help but glance sideways at the bottomless darkness underfoot, their Adam's apples bobbing slightly.

No one dared truly breathe a sigh of relief. The Land of No Delay never gives anyone a chance to catch their breath.

Just then, a piercing sound of tearing air suddenly exploded from the darkness below.

"Watch out!"

Gu Yu's warning had barely sounded when a massive black shadow, carrying a fishy wind and ghostly blue flames, slammed hard into the lower half of the Squire Mecha.

It was a four-legged monster covered in rusted armor, its spinal chimneys belching turbid black smoke.

The reversed hooks on its mechanical claws hooked onto the mecha's leg armor structure; the impact force, like a torpedo advancing at full speed, slammed the mecha locked onto the stairwell forward into a tilt.

"Damn it, what is this thing!" Peter's curse came from the cockpit; the intense pain nearly made him pass out.

The right arm that had lost the chainsaw was already at the end of its tether; the braking just now had already consumed most of its remaining power.

Now taking this terrifying impact head-on, metal fatigue instantly reached its limit.

"Crack!"

A despairing snapping sound rang in everyone's ears.

The mechanical arm bearing the chainsaw snapped completely at the shoulder joint, trailing sparks as it plunged into the void below.

The mecha, its center of gravity suddenly lost, violently tilted backward; the Gene Thieves that had been hooked into the armor seams were flung off one after another.

The whole team, like a swarm of bees swept up by a gale, lost all footholds once again.

The field had already suffered severe loss during the fall just now; under this violent turbulence, the three Bishops groaned in unison, purple blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

The barely stabilized Untouchable Field instantly rippled violently, like tattered cloth torn by a gale, cracks spreading rapidly.

Weightlessness enveloped everyone once more.

This time, even cries of alarm were trapped in their throats by the raging wind.

The stairs retreated rapidly at her sides, the dim blue demon-fire light stretching into distorted bands of light in her vision.

Everyone thought they would fall forever into the unknown bottomless abyss, like those broken parts.

But Gu Yu did not panic.

The last descent was caught off guard; this time, she had long since seen through the essence of this distorted space.

All its "infinity" and "falling" were built upon Warp energy's tampering with the terrain.

As long as there was a stable anchor point, as long as the Bug Swarm Shadow could re-establish contact with a physical structure, gravity could be forcibly pulled back on track.

Her thought moved gently along the Hive Network.

The three Third Generation Mutants hanging at the very bottom of the Team almost simultaneously released their palms gripping the armor.

Without hesitation or delay, they would only execute Lena's will's commands like Robots.

These three flesh Tanks, three meters in Height with knotted muscles, after releasing their hands, fell like three heavy boulders, actively plunging toward deeper darkness.

They were the Team's most solid shield.

From the day they were cultivated, sacrifice was engraved in their Genes.

Gu Yu's four arms behind her spread open simultaneously, fingertips shooting out countless pale purple Spirit Threads.

Those threads were slender yet tough, swiftly shuttling, weaving, knotting under her control.

Like a human woman knitting a sweater, a Spirit Net nearly twenty meters in diameter was swiftly woven on the falling path.

This technique did not originate from the Tyranids' combat instinct, but from the life records Lena had browsed in the Brevith Library during leisure.

From the books, she learned human women's technique of weaving clothes.

Originally a pastime to pass idle time, at this moment it became the key to survival.

Threads crisscrossed, every knot condensing compressed spirit energy, the entire net glowing with a warm yet dangerous purple light.

Like a spider web suspended in the Void, quietly receiving the falling crowd.

Without any impact sound, the three Mutants slammed onto the Spirit Silk Net one after another.

The terrifying falling force instantly depressed the entire net into a massive downward arc.

Sharp Spirit Threads easily sliced open their gray-purple Skin, embedding deep into Muscle, burning out sizzling scorch marks.

The Green Skin Pain did not make them emit a single Roar.

Strong physiques and Psyker Resistance engraved in their Genes let them forcibly endure the Impact and burning.

Limbs and torsos deadlocked around the threads, they used their bodies to forcibly prop up the entire net's framework.

The next second, the Squire Knight Mecha carrying the remaining fifty-plus warriors heavily slammed onto this buffer pad woven from Spirit Threads and flesh.

"Puchi!!!"

The huge sound shook the entire stair corridor into buzzing Trembling.

The sound of Bone shattering made one's teeth ache.

Blood Aura instantly permeated the air.

The three Mutants didn't even have time to let out a muffled groan before being pressed by dozens of tons of Mecha and All Members' weight into three blurred lumps of flesh.

Purple and red blood dripped down along the Spirit Threads' gaps, like a bloody Rain, falling into the endless darkness below.

Meat-patty-like bodies stuck fast in the threads' grid, using their thoroughly collapsed Ice Cold Snow Rou Zhi Ti to catch the entire Team's lives.