Defying the Rules of the Nine Realms, Pursuing Across Worlds Through a Soul Bond
The fierce wind whipped up coarse sand and dust from the desert, slapping hard against Lynn's cheeks and causing a slight stinging sensation. The air was filled with the pungent, burnt smell of the Destroyer Armor melting away, mixed with the sweet, metallic odor of Gwen Stacy's charred flesh.
Lynn held Gwen Stacy's lower back with one arm, his palm pressed against her severely burned back. He manipulated the Death Force within him, turning it into a cold stream to forcibly lock in the girl's rapidly fading life force.
Gwen Stacy's breathing was so faint it was like a wisp of smoke. She buried her head in the crook of Lynn's neck, her hot tears mixed with blood, smearing onto Lynn's tattered black shirt.
In that very second, Lynn's movements abruptly stopped.
Thump!
His heart clenched violently, and a sharp, dull pain shot through his chest.
Immediately afterwards, the dormant Death Force within him surged forth without warning, unleashing a monstrous wave! Black Death Energy seeped uncontrollably from his pores, condensing into tiny ice crystals in the surrounding air.
The Spider-Sense was throbbing wildly in his mind, and the piercing alarm was almost tearing his nerves apart.
Following that extremely domineering bond deep within his soul, Lynn's senses were instantly pulled to the farthest reaches of space.
He "saw" it.
In the dark and sunless Helheim, the woman wearing Black Thorn Crown stood barefoot on the shattered Obsidian. The soles of her feet were scorched black by the residual energy of the Magic Array, but she didn't even flinch. The remnants of Dark Golden Chains dragged on the ground, making a grating scraping sound.
Her once stunningly beautiful face was now covered in dried blood and filled with a frenzied rage.
"Midgard... my..." Hela's chapped lips twitched slightly as she murmured nervously.
She abruptly raised the Night Sky Sword in her hand, its blade still dripping with the blood of the Asgard Defenders. Filled with a ferocity and jealousy that threatened to cleave the entire universe in two, she slashed fiercely at the void before her!
"Snap!"
Even across the endless sea of stars, Lynn's eardrums still caught that crisp sound of space shattering.
The Asgard defenders attempted to block them with lances. Hela didn't even glance at those ants; her raging Death Energy instantly transformed into a meat grinder, crushing the dozens of Golden Armored Guards guards who charged forward into a cloud of blood mist.
She stepped through the viscous flesh and blood, plunging into the dark Spatial Rift. Her Scarlet eyes were fixed on a certain coordinate in the void— Lynn's location.
"Cross-border pursuit..." Lynn withdrew his senses, his deep pupils showing no trace of panic, but instead igniting an extremely dangerous excitement.
The scheme he meticulously set up in the simulation finally came to a perfect moment of reaping the rewards.
The once aloof Goddess of Death has been driven mad by the horrific memories etched into her. She is no longer the Asgard Eldest Princess who only knows how to kill, but a madwoman consumed by grief and jealousy after losing her beloved.
Now, the she-wolf is following the scent, ready to tear apart any competitors who dare approach her prey.
"Cold..." Gwen Stacy in his arms suddenly shivered. The girl's tattered spider costume clung tightly to her bleeding skin. She instinctively shrank into Lynn, her hands clutching his clothes tightly as if grasping at the last straw.
Lynn looked down at Gwen Stacy's pale face, but instead of pushing her away, he deliberately tightened his arms, pressing the girl even more firmly into his embrace.
He knew that, following the bond of their souls, Hela could definitely "smell" the Bioelectric Charge charge on Gwen Stacy's body, and even sense the way the two were embracing tightly at that moment.
He just wanted to add fuel to the fire.
He needed to push this Universal-level Deity's jealousy to the brink of destruction. Only by completely shattering her arrogance, driving her mad, and then having him ruthlessly suppress her, could he firmly grasp this sharpest blade in his own hand.
Lynn took a deep breath of the icy air. His body, which had just fused with the Dark Phoenix Mark and the Super-Soldier Serum, not only did he not feel uncomfortable in this extreme cold, but every cell in his body was trembling with excitement.
The temperature plummeted within seconds. The normally scorching New Mexico desert was now covered in a ghastly white frost. A thick layer of white frost formed on the surface of the sand, making a crisp cracking sound when stepped on.
The black vortex in the sky grew larger and larger, like a gaping maw of an Abyss about to devour the entire earth. The oxygen in the air seemed to be sucked out instantly, and every breath was accompanied by an icy chill that felt like it was tearing the trachea.
The armored vehicle's metal shell creaked under the strain, and its windows shattered in the extreme cold.
Coulson, his face blue and lips purple from the cold, scrambled to the back of the armored vehicle, clutching his shoulders tightly, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown.
Having lost his divine power Thor was forced to kneel on one knee by this terrifying sense of oppression. He gripped the sand with both hands, his nails digging into the soil. His proud Asgardians physique was so weak that he couldn't even stand up straight in the face of this pure pressure of death.
"This is impossible... Father clearly sealed her away..." Thor's eyes widened as he stared at the ever-growing black vortex in the sky, a sense of despair he had never felt before engulfing him.
He turned his head and looked at Lynn, who was standing in the eye of the storm.
The man held the severely injured girl, his posture upright, his black shirt fluttering in the gale. Faced with this Dimensionality-Reduction Strike, capable of destroying a planet, he not only didn't run away, but even wore a mocking sneer on his lips.
"What kind of monster is he?" Thor's understanding was completely shattered.
Just as Lynn was waiting for the Deity to descend.
Thousands of kilometers away in New York, Manhattan.
The top floor of the Baxter Building.
The indoor temperature control system was operating quietly, and a faint rose fragrance filled the air.
Susan, dressed in a burgundy silk robe, stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of red wine in hand, overlooking the dazzling neon-lit cityscape below. She had just reinforced the building's Invisibility Matrix and was now enjoying a moment of peace as the "mistress of the house."
Wanda sat cross-legged on the leather sofa, idly twirling a wisp of Scarlet magic particles between her fingertips, her gaze occasionally drifting towards New Mexico, a hint of irritation in her eyes.
In the Supercomputer Center in the basement, Natasha was rapidly typing on a keyboard, tracing the remaining signals from S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Beep--beep--beep!"
The piercing, highest-level alarm shattered the tranquility of the top floor without warning.
Susan's wine glass wobbled violently, spilling dark red liquid onto the expensive carpet. She quickly turned her head and saw the Holographic Projection screen on the wall instantly turn a blinding blood red.
"Warning! An apocalyptic energy source has been detected approaching!"
"Warning! Spatial coordinates have been forcibly locked!"
The mechanical electronic voice echoed in the hall. The energy monitor's readings were jumping wildly, almost instantly breaking through the highest scale, and even the instrument itself began to emit burnt black smoke!
"What's going on?" Susan immediately activated the defense matrix, her brow furrowed. "Is Manhattan under attack? Stark or the military?"
"No."
Wanda suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Her once clear eyes were now completely consumed by a deep Scarlet. The surrounding air twisted violently, and the raging Chaos Magic went berserk like a wildcat with its fur standing on end, crushing the solid wood coffee table in front of her into dust with a loud bang.
Wanda stared intently in the direction of New Mexico, her chest heaving violently. She could feel an immense, violent, and Death Energy energy, driven by an intense possessiveness, hurtling straight toward Lynn's location!
That was an absolute provocation against her territory!
"There's a stinking, dead woman..." Wanda gritted her teeth, a storm of Scarlet magical particles swirling around her, her voice filled with a world-destroying jealousy and murderous intent, "Approaching my Lynn!"