Brutally dismantling the steel behemoth, terrifying the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The strong smell of engine oil mixed with the stench of burnt flesh and blood assaulted Lynn's nostrils.

He held the severely injured and unconscious Gwen Stacy in his arms, his black trench coat completely covering the girl's mangled body. The person in his arms was as light as a sheet of paper, and through the fabric, Lynn could feel her weak but extremely persistent heartbeat. Even in her deep coma, Gwen Stacy's blood-stained hands still gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, refusing to let go even an inch.

Lynn lowered her eyes, and a stream of dark, Death Energy flowed from her palm into Gwen Stacy's body, forcibly freezing her dwindling life force.

After settling the girl in his arms, Lynn lifted his foot and placed his leather shoe on the remaining metal head of the Destroyer.

"Creak--"

With a sickening metallic creak, Lynn strained his leg muscles and crushed the seemingly indestructible Uru Metal head into a flat piece of scrap metal. The last wisp of orange-red energy liquid squeezed out from the crack, evaporating into acrid white smoke on the scorching sand.

100 meters away, behind the sand dune.

Coulson lay sprawled in the scorching sand, his eyes stinging from the cold sweat. His right hand, gripping the Glock pistol, convulsed violently, the barrel striking the rocks with a series of sharp, cracking sounds.

Aim? Fire?

Are you kidding me!

Coulson watched as the steel monster, which could even ignore anti-tank missiles, was torn to shreds like cardboard by the man in the black shirt. To fire now would be tantamount to sending the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.. to Hell.

Only heavy breathing filled the communication headset. Three thousand kilometers away at Triskelion, Nick Fury's remaining eye was glued to the high-definition images transmitted via satellite. The stark white light from the screen shone on his dark face. The image of Lynn tearing off the Destroyer's arm with his bare hands replayed wildly in his mind. Fury's proud "control" shattered into pieces in the face of absolute violence.

"How dare you destroy it!"

A Beast, mournful roar shattered the tranquility of the desert.

Thor knelt on the sand, his golden hair stained with mud. The glory of Asgard, his father's invincible weapons, were all reduced to scrap metal. The dizziness of his collapsing faith made his eyes bloodshot. He grabbed a handful of sand, stumbled to his feet, and rushed towards Lynn without hesitation.

"Mortal! You have blasphemed Odin's creation! You deserve to die!"

Lynn stopped in his tracks. The ferocity in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it surged again because of Thor's incessant chatter.

He didn't even turn around. His left hand steadily supported Gwen Stacy, while his right hand casually swung behind him.

A dark red Chaos Magic, carrying a half-meter-long Uru Metal spike, tore through the air.

"Pfft!"

The metal spike pierced Thor's right scapula with pinpoint accuracy. The immense kinetic energy propelled him backward for over ten meters, where he slammed into the steel plate of an overturned armored vehicle.

Blood gushed down Thor's shoulder. The once high and mighty Thor now clung to the car door like a specimen butterfly, convulsing in agony, unable to utter a complete curse.

Lynn turned around, his leather shoes making a screeching sound as they stepped on the scrap metal scattered on the ground.

"A mortal?" Lynn smirked, a dark Death Energy swirling wildly in his pupils, radiating an arrogance that placed him above all living beings. "A piece of trash stripped of his power, thrown onto Earth like a stray dog, dares to speak of the dignity of Deity before me?"

He stared at Thor's face, contorted in pain, his voice not loud, but it struck the eardrums of everyone present like a hammer blow.

"Go back and tell Odin that Earth is not his backyard to dump garbage. If he dares to throw this junk down in my way again, I will personally go to Asgard and turn his Throne into firewood."

Extreme arrogance. Utter contempt.

Thor's mouth hung open, blood spilling from the corner of his lips, his mind blank. He felt a pressure from this Earthling that was even more terrifying than that from his father.

In the sandpit, Coulson swallowed hard, forcing himself to press the Communicator. Fury's voice came through the speaker, deliberately suppressed calm. "Lynn, the girl in your arms needs immediate cellular repair surgery. S.H.I.E.L.D.. has the best medical pods; we can talk..."

"Talk?"

Lynn tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through dozens of meters of sand and dust, precisely locking onto the sandpit where Coulson was hiding.

Just one look.

Coulson's blood froze instantly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Lynn pinched his five fingers together in the air.

"Bang!"

Coulson's Communicator exploded into a ball of sparks. Fury, far away at headquarters, only heard a piercing dial tone, and the monitor screen in front of him instantly turned into static.

"My woman is none of your lot of trash's business to touch."

Lynn withdrew his gaze and gently rested his chin on Gwen Stacy's dusty forehead. Dark Death Energy mixed with Chaos Magic surged, lifting their bodies. He took a step, causing violent ripples in the space, and vanished into the night.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and SHIELD Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were completely shattered.

The perspective traverses the endless starry sky, arriving in Asgard.

Golden Palace.

Inside the magnificent sleeping chamber, the smoke from burning incense swirled.

All-Father Odin who lay on his golden couch, suddenly opened his single eye. Cold sweat slid down his aged cheek, soaking the silk pillow embroidered with gold thread.

His Psychic Brand left in the core of the Destroyer was forcibly erased.

No, it wasn't erased. It was devoured alive by an extremely domineering force, imbued with an endless desire for destruction.

Odin's withered lips trembled violently, and his thin fingers gripped the pure gold carvings on the edge of the bed so tightly that his nails almost dug into the metal.

Hela...

He would never mistake that rebellious woman's power. It was pure Death Force.

But why did that force appear in Midgard?

Just as Odin was filled with doubt and surprise, his keen senses detected an even more deadly anomaly.

In the deepest Abyss of Asgard.

Helheim

The thousand-year-old seal he had set up by exhausting his own life force emitted an extremely crisp cracking sound.

A massive black crack slowly tore open along the center of the seal.