Shards of glass scraped past
The moment the sonic boom cloud exploded, he didn't use spatial teleportation or unleash a large-scale magical bombardment. The rage that had been repeatedly squeezed and tempered by the system and the Yandere was now in dire need of a primal and bloody physical release.
A hundred meters is nothing more than a blink of an eye at the speed of breaking the sound barrier.
The Destroyer Armor's internal intelligent core spun wildly, and deep within the open grille on its face, orange-red plasma flames gathered once more. At the same time, its Uru Metal right arm, as thick as a water tank, rose high, slamming down with a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, heading straight for Lynn's afterimage.
The powerful punch, enough to snap a Skyscraper in half, magnified rapidly in Lynn's dark pupils.
retreat?
Lynn's lips curled into a sinister smirk.
He suddenly stomped his foot, his thigh muscles bulging as he crushed half a meter of rock. Without dodging or avoiding, he faced the huge metal fist head-on, Lynn his waist and thrusting his shoulder forward, his right fist striking straight out without any fancy moves.
"Boom--!"
Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.
A visible white shockwave spread wildly along the ground from the point of impact. Three overturned armored vehicles nearby were thrown dozens of meters away by the aftershock.
Lynn's right arm bones emitted a dull grinding sound. The terrifying density of the Super-Soldier Serum combined with his Spider Physiology allowed him to withstand the earth-shattering kinetic energy. However, the dark Death Energy wrapped around his fist spread wildly along the Destroyer's metal knuckles like a deadly poison the moment they made contact.
A layer of black frost quickly formed on the indestructible surface of the Uru Metal. It was the Death Force forcibly stripping the magical activity from within the metal.
"Click."
The Destroyer's right fist made a crisp sound from its metal joint, and his movement froze for a fraction of a second.
Just a fraction of a second is enough.
Lynn's left hand shot out suddenly, and dark red Chaos Particles exploded in his palm. He grabbed the Destroyer's stiff wrist, and the Chaos Magic forcefully drilled into the gaps in the metal, directly distorting the molecular structure of the Uru Metal.
The once incredibly tough armor became as fragile as fermented dough under the erosion of Chaos Particles.
"Get down here!"
Lynn let out a low growl, gripped the giant metal arm tightly with both hands, and pulled backward with all his might.
With a piercing metallic tearing sound, the Destroyer's heavy right arm, weighing several tons, was ripped off its shoulder by Lynn!
At the break, the thick energy transmission line ruptured, and orange-red energy liquid splashed in all directions like a fountain. A few drops of scalding liquid landed on Lynn's shoulder, instantly Oblivion into a wisp of smoke by the Death Energy protecting him.
Lynn casually slammed the massive metal arm to the ground, creating a deafening crash.
Behind the sand dunes in the distance.
Coulson lay prone in the scorching sand, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he held up the binoculars. Through the lens, the young man in the tattered black shirt was tearing off the arm of the steel monster with his bare hands.
"God..." Coulson's dry Adam's apple bobbed up and down, cold sweat mixed with sand stung his eyes, but he didn't even dare to blink.
Over the Communicator, Nick Fury's voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence. "Coulson! Report the footage! What kind of monster is that? Our heavy firepower can't even scratch it!"
"Director..." Coulson's voice was more like a sob, "The monster... is being dismantled by another monster. Physically... dismantled."
Closer to the battlefield, Thor, stripped of his divine powers, slumped to the ground.
His pride in Asgard's glory, the ultimate weapon forged by his father, now resembled a cheap children's toy, being violently dismantled by an Earthling. Thor's mouth hung open, his mind blank, the dizziness of his collapsing faith making him almost vomit.
In the heart of the battlefield, the Carnage continues.
The Destroyer, having lost its right arm, went completely berserk. The layers of armor on its chest flipped open, revealing the blinding light of its internal core furnace. A plasma beam, twice as thick as before, was frantically gathering energy.
"Still want to spit?"
A hint of mockery flashed in Lynn's dark eyes.
With his legs slightly bent, he leaped up like a black cannonball, landing directly on the Destroyer's broad metal shoulders.
The Destroyer tried to grab Lynn on his back with his only remaining left hand.
Lynn didn't even look, his left foot wrapped in Chaos Magic, and he stomped hard on the Destroyer's left shoulder joint.
"Bang!"
The Chaos Particles forcibly erased the physical strength of that area, and with a muffled crack like a bone being broken, the Destroyer's left arm hung limply, its joint completely shattered.
Immediately afterwards, Lynn spread his arms wide, his ten fingers like the sharpest Adamantium Claws, and dug them firmly into the metal grille on the Destroyer's face, which was gathering energy.
The Death Force surging in his palm, like a malignant tumor, frantically eroded the high-temperature energy. The facial armor, due to the collision of extreme heat and extreme cold, emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
"You dare touch my private property with those scrap metal from Asgard?"
Lynn's eyes burned with murderous intent, his arm muscles bulged, and the veins under his skin writhed like green snakes.
"Open it!"
With a furious roar, Lynn forcefully pushed his arms out to the sides.
"Creak--Boom!"
The seemingly indestructible Uru Metal mask was torn in two by Lynn!
The blinding orange-red light dimmed instantly. The Destroyer's massive body convulsed violently, its intricate internal magical transmission mechanism exposed to the air, bursting into large bursts of sparks.
Lynn did not stop.
He was like a ruthless butcher, his hands constantly reaching inside the War Armor.
Tear, smash, tear.
Large chunks of metal armor were hurled into the air, and thick energy lines were torn apart. Chaos Magic shattered defenses, the Death Force froze life, and the Super-Soldier Serum provided an inexhaustible supply of pure violence.
In just over ten seconds, this ultimate killing machine that had driven S.H.I.E.L.D.. to despair was dismantled by Lynn into a riddled metal skeleton.
Finally, Lynn's right hand pierced through the layers of obstacles and grasped the orange-red Energy Core hidden deep within his chest cavity, which was still throbbing wildly.
The scalding energy attempted a final counterattack.
Lynn remained expressionless, then abruptly clenched his fists.
"Pfft."
It was like squeezing a ripe tomato.
The core shattered.
The light inside the Destroyer Armor went out completely, and its massive body, having lost all support, collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Lynn stood in the middle of a pile of scrap metal, shaking off the remaining engine oil and energy fluid residue from his hands. He turned his head, his dark eyes coldly sweeping over Coulson and Thor in the distance.
Just one glance.
Coulson felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; his heart skipped a beat, and he even forgot to breathe.
Thor lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the man who seemed like a demon descended to earth.
Lynn withdrew his gaze and walked towards Gwen Stacy, who was lying on the sand. His violent aura quickly subsided, and he bent down to hold the unconscious girl back into his arms.
This massacre was just the beginning.
at the same time.
In the distant depths of the universe, in Asgard, at the Golden Palace.
Inside the magnificent Royal Bedchamber, All-Father Odin, who was in the "Odinsleep" to restore his divine power, suddenly opened his one eye.
A hint of barely concealed fear flashed across the eyes of this overlord of the Nine Realms.
The spiritual imprint he left within the Destroyer was forcibly erased by an extremely domineering force.
But what terrified Odin was not the Destroyer's fall. The Ancient One, that old monster, was hiding on Earth, so it wasn't surprising that the Destroyer was destroyed.
What truly awakened Odin was the power to erase the mark.
That aura was cold, brutal, and filled with an endless desire for destruction.
Hela...
Odin's withered lips trembled slightly, and his thin fingers gripped the edge of the bed tightly.
He could never mistake his eldest daughter's Death Force. But how could that power appear in Midgard (Earth)?
Just as Odin was filled with doubt and uncertainty, his powerful divine sense suddenly detected an even more deadly anomaly.
In the deepest part of Asgard, in the dark and sunless realm of Helheim.
The once indestructible thousand-year seal, which he had set up with all his divine power, was now emitting a series of chilling cracking sounds.
The seal has cracked.