A test of the Death Force, a madman who endured excruciating pain

Hela's pale fingertips pierced through Lynn's tattered leather armor without any resistance.

No blood splattered. The instant the fingertips touched Lynn's chest, an extremely cold, black Death Energy, like countless barbed ice knives, brutally pierced through his pores, heading straight for his heart.

Lynn's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

[WARNING! Lethal Death Energy intrusion detected!]

[The Pain Suppression system has automatically activated to 90%...]

The Scarlet System Panel flashed frantically on his retina, and the piercing Electronic Alarm nearly shattered his eardrums. Lynn's breath caught in his throat for half a second as he calmly issued the command in his mind:

"Turn them off. Turn them all off."

He knew better than anyone that the woman standing before him was a death tyrant who had fought her way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Hela's perception of pain and fear was a hundred times more acute than that of Beast. Any slight relaxation of his muscles due to the system's blocking, any unnatural adjustment of his expression, would instantly expose his disguise.

To win over such a morbid Deity, one must be even more insane than her, and more ruthless to oneself. One must use one's most authentic flesh and blood to smash through her armor of arrogance!

Pain Suppression has been completely disabled.

"Boom--"

The absolute, real pain, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed Lynn's reason.

His soul was being torn apart inch by inch. Every nerve fiber was convulsing wildly, and his bone marrow felt like it was being thrown into a meat grinder and churned violently. In less than half a second, Lynn's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on both sides of his neck bulged like small blue snakes. Cold sweat mixed with blood on his cheeks dripped down his chin and splashed into the muddy water at his feet.

This mortal body is being subjected to the excruciating torture of Universal-level Deity.

Hela leaned forward slightly, her stunning face almost touching Lynn's nose. Her warm breath fell on Lynn's sweat-drenched forehead, and her dark eyes gleamed with a cruel yet excited light.

"Scream, why don't you scream?" Hela's voice was soft, like a chant, but her fingertips moved forward another half inch. "If you kneel down, lick the blood off my boots, and beg for mercy, I'll have mercy and let you die a quick death."

A black Death Energy had already spread across Lynn's chest, and his skin and flesh began to turn black and necrotize.

Lynn's body trembled violently and uncontrollably, an uncontrollable physiological instinct of a carbon-based life form facing a devastating blow. He had bitten his gums raw, and his mouth was filled with the strong smell of blood.

But he did not kneel.

Lynn stared intently at Hela, who was so close to him. His bloodshot eyes showed no sign of flinching; instead, they slowly, little by little, curved upwards.

He was smiling.

"That's... all?"

Lynn's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed hard on sandpaper, each word accompanied by heavy, labored breathing as if his lungs were leaking air. He grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood, his smile violent and arrogant.

"The Executioner of Asgard... have they not eaten? Even when killing someone, they're limp and lifeless?"

Hela's pupils contracted sharply. The fingers pressing on Lynn's chest froze instinctively.

She had lived so long, heard countless screams, and seen countless faces contorted in agony. But she had never seen anyone laugh while their soul was being torn apart by the Death Force.

Moreover, he laughed even more arrogantly than she did.

"You're crazy." Hela blurted out, her voice less playful and more filled with a surprise she herself didn't realize.

"I'm not crazy, you're just too weak!"

Lynn suddenly let out a Beast -like roar. He abruptly raised his left hand, which was covered in mud and blood, and grabbed Hela's wrist, which she was pressing against her chest.

Lynn's grip was incredibly strong; his nails dug deep into the gaps of Hela's dark green arm guards, his knuckles bulging from the excessive force.

To Hela's disbelief, Lynn actually grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed that potentially deadly black Death Energy deep into his heart!

"Laugh--"

A large plume of black energy instantly pierced through Lynn's chest. His back arched violently, and a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out, splashing onto Hela's pale cheeks.

Lynn's body swayed precariously, the muscles in his legs spasming wildly from the excruciating pain, but he still gripped Hela's wrist tightly, using the pulling force to force himself to stand upright.

"Push harder!" Lynn pressed his face against Hela's, letting blood gush from the corner of her mouth, his fanaticism almost setting Hela ablaze. "Kill me! Or... be conquered by me!"

That's not the look a normal person should have.

Hela stared at the pale, distorted, yet extremely arrogant face before her. She could clearly feel the frantic beating of Lynn's pulse, a wildness that showed no reverence for death and was pure to the extreme.

This ant is not only resisting her Divine Punishment, but even enjoying the tearing pain to prove his arrogance to her!

A strange, tingling sensation quickly rose up Hela's spine. The contempt and arrogance in her eyes faded little by little, replaced by an unprecedented, extremely twisted, and perverse appreciation.

Odin's so-called elite troops didn't even have the courage to draw their swords in front of her. But this lowly soldier, who didn't even have magic, dared to gamble his life on gaining her respect.

"That's interesting..."

Hela stretched out her tongue and gently licked away the blood that had splattered on the corner of Lynn's mouth. Her breathing became rapid involuntarily, and she grabbed Lynn's wrist with her other hand.

at the same time.

In the Real World, in New Mexico, in Meteorite Crater desert.

The night wind, carrying coarse sand and gravel, lashed against the wreckage of the black SUV parked at the edge of the crater.

Lynn stood beside Mjolnir with his eyes tightly closed, like a lifeless statue. His breathing was extremely shallow, but a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his body, and his brows were unconsciously furrowed slightly.

Gwen Stacy, hanging upside down on a dead tree trunk a dozen meters away, suddenly let out a low hissing sound.

Beneath the mask, her eyes, which had been fixed on Lynn, suddenly widened. In her mind, the Spider-Sense like a steel wire stretched to its limit, suddenly emitting a sharp, piercing pain.

Danger is approaching. And it's coming for the owner.

Gwen Stacy turned her head sharply, her gaze piercing through the swirling sandstorm, fixing on the edge of the desert.

Three faint headlights flashed past a few kilometers away, then quickly went out. Immediately afterward, three unmarked SUVs, painted in matte black, shut off their engines and, guided entirely by inertia and night vision devices, glided silently across the sand like ghosts.

The sound of wheels crushing gravel was perfectly masked by the wind. Their formation was extremely professional, subtly forming a semi-encirclement, with their target directly at Lynn in the center of the Meteorite Crater.

Coulson's S.H.I.E.L.D. task force has finally made its way up.

Gwen Stacy's fingers instantly gripped the tree trunk beneath her. The hard, dry wood cracked under her pressure, splinters falling to the ground.

She turned her head and glanced at Lynn, who was completely unguarded and immersed in some unknown state.

The owner is sweating. The owner is very weak.

The thought flashed through Gwen Stacy's mind, instantly igniting the deepest, most morbid protective instinct within her. An extremely violent killing intent erupted from her petite body.

The dark blue, high-voltage Bioelectricity danced wildly across the White Suit, crackling and popping.

"A bunch of stupid insects..."

Gwen Stacy drew the two specially made daggers, each coated with a high-voltage charge, from her waist and abruptly shrank back against the tree trunk. The next second, like a hunting venomous spider, she silently shot into the air, completely disappearing into the thick darkness of the night.

Anyone who dares to come within ten steps of him will be chopped into mincemeat.

This was her promise to her master. In the darkness, a one-sided hunt targeting S.H.I.E.L.D..'s elite was about to Veil.