Crushing the Destruction Beam with His Bare Hand

The orange-red plasma beam, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of melting the earth's crust, slammed into Lynn's palm.

There was no deafening explosion, no horrific scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Lynn's palm held firmly in mid-air, his fingers slightly spread. The surging black Death Energy in his palm was like a bottomless Abyss, biting down hard on the Energy Core of the beam.

The intense heat of thousands of degrees scorched the black mist, emitting a piercing hissing sound. But instead of being evaporated, the Death Energy, like sharks attracted by blood, surged upstream along the edge of the beam of light.

"Click."

A very slight, crisp sound.

Under the absolute erosion of the Death Force, the originally violent pure energy beam was forcibly stripped of its activity, and a strange black crystal condensed on its surface.

A violent killing intent surged in Lynn's eyes, and his right hand clenched tightly.

"Bang--!"

The plasma beam, several meters thick, was crushed in Lynn's palm like a fragile solid glass tube!

Orange-red spots of light, mixed with black fragments of Death Energy, rained down on the surrounding sand like an eerie downpour.

The moment the beam of light was cut off, the violent kinetic energy, with nowhere to go, flowed upstream along the invisible energy path.

"Boom!"

A hundred meters away, the Destroyer Armor's massive body suddenly shuddered. A blinding burst of electric sparks erupted from deep within the open grille on its face.

This ultimate Asgard killing machine, weighing tens of tons, was actually forced to stagger backward by the recoil. Its heavy metal feet plowed two half-meter-deep furrows in the sand, smashing through three S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles before finally managing to regain its footing.

A strange layer of black frost spread across the indestructible Uru Metal armor—the erosion marks left by the Death Force forcibly stripping away its energy.

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the crisp cracking sound of sand breaking into glass crystals by high temperatures.

Thor knelt in the scorching sand, his hands digging deep into the sand, his nails cracking and bleeding. He stared intently at the dark-haired youth in the eye of the storm, who was holding someone with one hand, his lips trembling violently.

That's the Destroyer! It's the ultimate weapon Odin used to guard his treasure vault, capable of single-handedly annihilating a planet!

Even Thor, at his peak, could only temporarily retreat when faced with the Destroyer's full-force attack.

But now, an Earthling, a mere mortal without even a trace of magic, actually crushed the Destroyer's Main Cannon with one hand? And even repelled the Destroyer?

Thor's worldview collapsed at that moment.

On the other side, behind an overturned armored vehicle.

Coulson spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with sand and dirt, and scrambled to grab the binoculars that had fallen to the ground.

Through the Communicator, Nick Fury's one-eyed roar was deafening, "Coulson! Report! Has that steel monster leveled the target area?"

Coulson's hands, which were holding the binoculars, trembled violently.

In the footage, a three-meter radius around Lynn formed an absolute vacuum. The swirling flames couldn't get any closer to him.

"Director..." Coulson swallowed hard, his voice dry as if he'd swallowed a handful of sand, "He survived... no, he crushed that monster's beam..."

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the Communicator.

Lynn ignored the ants in the distance.

He withdrew his right hand, his palm showing no burn marks, only a few wisps of black mist swirling around his fingertips.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Gwen Stacy in his arms.

The girl's breathing was extremely faint, her chest barely rising and falling. Large areas of Carbonization flesh on her back intertwined with her stark white shoulder blades, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Even though she had completely lost consciousness, her hands were still gripping Lynn's clothes tightly like iron clamps.

Lynn took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of burning.

He could sense the morbid obsession within Gwen Stacy. This Spider-Man, in her usual quest for favor at the base, had often made sarcastic and provocative remarks towards Wanda and Susan. She was insecure, obsessive, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, intently watching its prey.

But just now, facing temperatures high enough to vaporize both of them, she didn't hesitate for a second and directly used her body to shield him from the blade.

Lynn is an extremely selfish madman. He is used to using these Yandere women as tools to farm rewards and as useful knives in his hand.

But this knife can only be controlled by him, and only he can break it.

How dare an Asgard Tin Can can burn his private property to this ghastly state right in front of him?

court death.

Lynn knelt on one knee, her movements unusually gentle.

He laid Gwen Stacy flat on a patch of sand that hadn't yet melted. He placed his left palm on her chest, and pure Death Force flowed continuously into her body.

The Death Energy, though devoid of warmth, ruthlessly sealed off her ever-draining life force, forcibly freezing the necrotic cells and pulling her back from the brink of death.

"Go to sleep peacefully."

Lynn reached out and gently wiped the blood from Gwen Stacy's mouth with his thumb.

He took off his black trench coat, which was now only half-worn, and covered the girl's mutilated body with it.

The moment Lynn stood up, the calm on her face vanished completely.

The pitch-black Death Energy surged wildly in his eye sockets, and his muscle fibers, stimulated by the Super-Soldier Serum and the Death Force, tauted like a fully drawn bowstring. A violent killing intent spread outwards from him, instantly lowering the surrounding temperature to freezing point.

A hundred meters away, the Destroyer Armor's intelligent core seemed to have detected a deadly threat.

The grille on the face lit up with a blinding orange-red light again, and the core engine emitted an overloaded shriek, preparing to launch the second round of clearing.

Lynn twisted her neck.

A crisp popping sound came from the cervical vertebrae.

"Scrap metal from Asgard."

The vitrified sand beneath Lynn's feet shattered with a deafening roar, creating a crater several meters in diameter.

The sonic boom cloud exploded on the spot.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt, tearing through the dust and sand, and crashed straight into the massive steel Beast.