Standing before a god, tearing away Asgard's hypocrisy

"Sizzle--"

The screeching sound of shoe soles rubbing against rough Obsidian was amplified infinitely in front of the deathly Underworld Palace.

Lynn took that step.

His kneecaps groaned under the immense pressure, every muscle twitching wildly. The destructive weight emanating from the Gungnir was like an invisible hydraulic press, crushing his back.

One by one, capillaries burst. Fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, flowing down the lines of his tattered muscles, instantly staining his tattered tactical vest red. Sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, stinging them painfully.

pain.

A piercing pain.

Lynn forced down the metallic taste that rose in his throat, biting his lips until they bled. His mouth was filled with the nauseating taste of blood. He stared at the lone black figure in front of him, a crazed smile twisting his lips.

Retreat? Are you kidding me?

This is the perfect opportunity to completely win over Universal-level Yandere and squeeze every last drop of reward out of her! How can I not put on this show to the extreme, given my injuries? As long as I max out her affection and sense of tragedy, an SS S-rank rating is within my grasp.

He dragged his heavy legs, one step, two steps.

The air was thick with the stench of charred, rotting flesh. The surviving Ghoul were scrambling and crawling into the swamp, trying to escape the impending Divine Punishment. Lynn, however, defied the rout of the defeated army, stepping over the mud and broken bones, and squeezed his way to Hela's side.

Hela suddenly turned her head.

Her narrow, bloodshot eyes were filled with disbelief. For the first time, panic appeared on her pale, paper-white face.

"Are you insane?!" Hela's voice trembled; her once-proud arrogance shattered into countless pieces. "Get out of here! This is none of your business..."

"Shut up."

Lynn abruptly interrupted her. He reached out his blood-stained hand and grabbed Hela's cold wrist.

It was extremely cold to the touch, like holding a piece of ancient ice. Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn pulled hard.

This high and mighty Goddess of Death was forcibly dragged behind him.

Hela was stunned.

She stared blankly at Lynn's not-so-broad back, which was even slightly hunched under the weight of the Deity.

For two thousand years, she has always been at the forefront. She fought her way through the Nine Realms for Odin, shielding Asgard from all curses and bloodshed. Countless times she charged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, her silhouette forever etched in the memory of those cowardly Asgard soldiers. Not a single person has ever dared to stand in her way.

Moreover, he was just a mortal who could be crushed at any moment.

Lynn raised his head and stared directly at the blinding golden sun in the sky. The intense light made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes, but he still stubbornly held his chin up.

"Hey, you old man up there with the eye patch."

Lynn's voice was hoarse and rough. It wasn't very loud, but it had an undeniable penetrating power, and through the empty hall, it clearly reached the ears of every Asgard soldier.

The golden ocean in the sky experienced a brief commotion.

"Was he just a mortal?"

"How dare he address the God-King directly..."

Suppressed gasps of surprise emanated from the heavy infantry formation.

Odin narrowed his single eye. He finally cast his gaze upon the tiny insect.

"Ignorant mortal." Odin's voice boomed like thunder, making Lynn's eardrums ache and his chest feel as if his internal organs were about to shift. "You have no right to speak here. Step down, or turn to ashes with this traitor."

"Traitor?"

Lynn laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The laughter aggravated the wound in his lungs, causing him to cough violently several times, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He wiped his chin with his hand, pointed at the sky, and cursed loudly.

"Old man, don't you want to listen to the farts you're spouting?!"

The entire room fell silent.

Even the well-trained Asgard heavy infantry couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Lynn gave Odin no time to react, speaking rapidly, each word like a knife. "The territories of the Nine Realms were conquered for you inch by inch! Every brick in the Golden Palace is soaked in the blood she shed for you! Every one of those souls you trampled underfoot, wasn't a head severed by her own hand?"

"Now that you're firmly on the Throne, you want to be a benevolent and wise ruler, and you think you can break this sword because you find the blood on it too strong?" Lynn spat fiercely, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "You call this a traitor?! You're nothing but a used and discarded, utterly hypocritical old beast!"

That was satisfying to rant!

Lynn was secretly pleased. This old bastard deserved to be cursed long ago. As long as he could maximize Odin's hatred, this sacrificial act would be praised to the skies. This was exactly the kind of extreme tension he wanted, to use the most arrogant attitude to tear apart the high and mighty facade of the Deity.

Hela stood behind Lynn, her breathing completely erratic.

"Hypocritical old beast"...

These words, which she had roared countless times in the Abyss the Underworld but which no one had ever dared to utter to her face, were now being hurled at Odin's face like a barrage of bullets from the mouth of a mortal.

Hela looked at the wounds on Lynn's back that had burst open from the immense pressure. She looked at his spine, which trembled slightly from the exertion. She looked at his vest, soaked in blood.

An unprecedented sour and astringent sensation suddenly rushed into my nasal cavity.

Her heart, frozen for two thousand years, was ignited at this moment by a raging fire called "extreme favoritism".

This man rejected her gift of eternal life and the armor of a divine general. He would rather use his extremely fragile flesh and blood body to shield her from the Divine Punishment that could destroy the stars.

"You..." Hela instinctively gripped Lynn's hand in return.

Her long nails dug deeply into Lynn's flesh, her voice trembling and trembling with a sob she herself didn't even realize, "You really will die... That's the Gungnir..."

"So be it." Lynn didn't turn around, instead gripping Hela's fingers tightly with his own, his palm burning hot. "I told you, I'll never be your pet. But I can be your shield."

These words were like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering Hela's defenses.

Yandere, yandere-like urge surged wildly at that moment, binding her soul like vines. She stared intently at Lynn's profile, her eyes burning with a madness capable of devouring everything.

Lynn looked up again, staring at Odin face had become extremely gloomy.

"The glory of Asgard? It's nothing but a fig leaf built on plunder and deception!" Lynn sneered, continuing his attack on Odin. "Come on! Let me see what you, this so-called king of gods, are capable of besides killing your own daughter!"

The golden light in the sky suddenly surged.

The air was filled with the strong smell of Ozone ions, a physical reaction caused by the convergence of enormous energy to its extreme.

Odin's single eye was completely consumed by rage. The majesty of the god-king would never allow a mortal to trample upon it like this! The veins on the back of his hand, which gripped the spear, bulged out.

"Then you can just die, you ant."

Odin coldly pronounced his verdict.

The tip of the gun, which was originally locked onto Hela, drew a cold arc in mid-air.

A destructive blue-white divine light, like the gaze of death, locked onto Lynn's brow.