Crisis Erupts in Reality, the Destroyer Armor Descends on Earth

The strong wind whipped up coarse sand and gravel, which lashed against the doors of the wrecked SUV, creating a series of loud popping sounds.

Extremely high temperatures, enough to distort the air, were radiating wildly outwards from the three-meter-tall metal Beast.

Coulson scrambled out of the overturned carriage, his suit torn to shreds by shards of glass. He shook his buzzing head, spitting out a mouthful of bloody sand, and stared intently ahead.

It was a killing machine that didn't belong on Earth at all.

It was made entirely of an unknown dark silver metal, with no facial features, only a few cold slits. With each step it took forward, its heavy weight caused the desert ground to tremble violently, and even Coulson's stomach convulsed.

"Fire! All fire!" Coulson roared, drawing his sidearm from his waist.

"Bang bang bang--"

A dense barrage of fire instantly erupted. Bullets from assault rifles, large-caliber sniper rifles, and even vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns rained down on the Destroyer Armor like a storm.

It's meaningless.

The Negasonic Teenage Warhead struck the Uru Metal surface, but before it could even produce a spark, it was instantly crushed into dust by the invisible energy Force Field. This was a battle on a completely Dimension.

The Destroyer stopped in its tracks.

Its mask, made of metal blades, slowly slid open to the sides.

"Buzz--"

A piercing energy charging sound suddenly rang out. A strong smell of Ozone instantly filled the entire desert. Inside the visor, a ball of orange-red, destructive light rapidly expanded, and the intense heat caused the surrounding sand to melt and crystallize at a visible speed.

"Stop! Loki! You madman!"

Not far away, Thor, a burly blond man covered in mud, stumbled out of his cover. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the ultimate weapon he had seen in the vaults of Asgard, his voice filled with disbelief and despair.

He knew all too well what it was.

The Destroyer Armor obeys only the commands of the Asgard Throne. Its presence here signifies that Loki has not only usurped the throne but also intends to annihilate his own brother, along with everyone else on this land!

"Come at me! I'm your target!" Thor spread his arms, trying to draw hatred with his mortal flesh and blood.

But Loki, high on his Asgard Throne, paid no heed to the clamor of these ants. He had only one command: Sweep all obstacles.

The Destroyer lowered his face slightly.

"Boom!"

A beam of orange-red light, as thick as a water bucket, shot out.

There was no explosion, only pure Oblivion.

The beam swept across a bulletproof SUV, and the thick armor melted instantly into a pool of boiling molten iron, like butter being sliced by a hot knife. The two Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. hiding behind the car didn't even have time to scream before their bodies vaporized in the extreme heat, leaving only two charred human-shaped marks on the sand.

"Retreat! Scatter immediately!" Coulson's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked.

It's too late.

The Destroyer stiffly turned its neck. The Destruction Beam, like a giant scythe of death, swept across the ground.

The dunes were leveled, the rocks evaporated. The air was thick with the nauseating smell of burning flesh and the stench of burning human fat. S.H.I.E.L.D..'s elite agents, whom they were so proud of, were as fragile as paper before this Deity weapon.

The beam of light cleaved the earth's surface, leaving behind a dark red lava trench.

And the end of this ravine points straight to the center of the Meteorite Crater.

There, Lynn was still sitting cross-legged beside Mjolnir.

His eyes were tightly closed, and the rise and fall of his chest was extremely faint. He did not react to the deafening explosions around him, the screams of the agents, or even the scorching heat that hit him.

His consciousness was currently locked in the Simulated Space-Time of Helheim, facing Odin's Gungnir that would pierce through the stars.

But on a physical level, the body, infused with Spider Genes and Super-Soldier Serum, is frantically alarming due to a deadly threat.

Lynn's brows were furrowed tightly, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His hands, hanging at his sides, were twitching irregularly, and the veins on his knuckles were bulging from the excessive force.

He won't wake up.

At least until the Simulation Resolution was completed, his physical body was a completely defenseless sitting duck.

The Destroyer seemed to have noticed this motionless life form.

Its hollow visor slowly turned toward Lynn.

The orange-red Energy Core emitted a buzzing sound once again, and the surrounding air distorted violently due to the rapid increase in temperature.

"No--!"

A piercing scream suddenly tore through the desert night sky.

Gwen Stacy, who had been hanging upside down in the shadows, had gone completely insane.

She watched as the beam of light, powerful enough to melt steel, converged on Lynn's brow. Her bloodshot eyes were instantly filled with extreme panic and morbid madness.

"No one is allowed to touch him!"

Gwen Stacy abandoned her prized stealth abilities.

Like a raging mother leopard, she kicked off the rocks beneath her feet, and using the recoil, she transformed into a white blur, recklessly lunging towards the desolate land shrouded in the light of death.

The intense, blazing light illuminated Gwen Stacy's face, contorted with extreme fear.

She knew she couldn't stop it.

That was a monster that even S.H.I.E.L.D..'s heavy firepower couldn't shake; it was Asgard's ultimate killing machine.

But so what?

If Lynn dies, her world will completely collapse.

"Buzz--!"

A second energy beam erupted from within the Destroyer's visor.

With an aura of utter destruction, like a roaring fire dragon, it opened its blood-red maw and fiercely devoured Lynn's unsuspecting body.

Gwen Stacy opened her arms and pounced on Lynn.