Three women's cross-dimensional arrival, defending their territory to the death
The biting wind, mixed with coarse ice shards, scraped fiercely against Lynn's cheek.
The acrid smell of melted Destroyer Armor in the air was now completely masked by the strong odor of sulfur and rotting corpses. The temperature plummeted below minus forty degrees Celsius in just a few seconds, and a layer of pale frost formed on the gravel on the ground.
Lynn wrapped one arm around Gwen Stacy's lower back, black Death Energy continuously surging from his palm, forcibly sealing the girl's severely burned back. Gwen Stacy shrank uncontrollably in his arms, her cold lips biting tightly at his shirt collar, a weak whimper escaping her throat.
Above their heads, a pitch-black crack stretching across the sky was spewing out extremely cold, eerie winds.
Lynn didn't look up at the pale, bare foot that had stepped out of the crack. Instead, a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and a bloodthirsty excitement flickered in his deep pupils.
Thump! Thump!
It wasn't the beating of his heart, but the energy flowing through his veins that was resonating violently.
Lynn clearly felt the Chaos Magic lurking within him suddenly churning violently like a pot of boiling magma. This boiling wasn't caused by the impending Goddess of Death above his head, but rather by something coming from New York, thousands of kilometers away!
Following that invisible magical link, a crazy scene immediately flashed into Lynn's mind.
Scarlet particle storm tore apart the top floor of the Baxter Building. Wanda's eyes, consumed by jealousy and murderous intent, were fixed on New Mexico across endless space. The possessive, mad Witch was burning her very essence, transforming her Chaos Magic, capable of erasing cause and effect, into a blade that transcended Dimension.
"What a bunch of irrational mad dogs."
Lynn chuckled softly, but there was no blame in his tone. Instead, it revealed a tyrant's satisfaction as he surveyed his territory.
That's right.
He deliberately drove Hela to become a Yandere grieving the loss of her beloved in the simulation, and then unleashed her Death Force without reservation in reality, all to make these self-righteous women feel the most deadly crisis. Only when the external threat was great enough would their ridiculous infighting stop, and only then would they willingly become the sharpest knife in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Lynn felt an extremely subtle, high-frequency vibration that defied the laws of physics coming from the soles of his feet.
This is a sign that spatial coordinates have been forcibly altered.
A hint of admiration flashed in Lynn's eyes. That woman, Susan, actually dared to push the power of the Negative Zone Matrix to its limit. That level of energy overload could easily turn the entire Manhattan into a black hole if not handled carefully. But in order to claim the credit for "saving the emperor" and to defend her position as the mistress of the building, she was willing to risk her life.
Even more surprisingly, Lynn's Spider-Sense detected a faint, chilling killing intent within the turbulent spatial currents.
That's Natasha.
The Intelligence Officer whose perception he had personally reshaped was now gripping a poisoned dagger, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to bite through the throat of any enemy who dared to approach him.
The fish have all taken the bait.
Lynn withdrew his senses, his gaze coldly sweeping across the surrounding desert.
Behind an armored vehicle not far away, Coulson was curled up on the frozen sand, his eyebrows and hair covered in frost. This S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent didn't even have the strength to draw his gun; the sound of his teeth chattering was particularly clear in the cold wind.
The once invincible Thor was now kneeling on one knee beside Mjolnir. His proud divine body was pressed firmly to the ground by the pure pressure of death, his hands digging into the frozen earth, his eyes wide open, his face filled with the despair of a shattered faith.
"Deity?"
Lynn snorted coldly. He strode forward, stepping on the frost-covered ground, towards the Destroyer Armor that he had dismantled into scrap metal with his bare hands.
The wreckage of the War Armor was still emitting white smoke at temperatures of several thousand degrees Celsius, and the broken edges of the Uru Metal were a glaring dark red.
Lynn bent down, bounced Gwen Stacy up in her arms, and freed her blood-stained right hand.
He didn't use any magical defenses at all. Relying solely on his pure physical body, which had been fused with the Super-Soldier Serum and the Death Force, he used his five fingers, like hooks, to forcefully stab into the scorching hot chest armor of the Destroyer Armor!
"Laugh--"
The flesh came into contact with the ultra-high temperature metal, but there was no burning sound. The veins on the back of Lynn's hand bulged like dragons, and black Death Energy wrapped around his fingertips. He tore through the supposedly indestructible Uru Metal as easily as cutting tofu.
Under Thor's utterly horrified gaze, he grabbed the still-pulsating Energy Core deep within the Destroyer's chest cavity.
"Get out here."
Lynn exerted force with his five fingers, causing his arm muscles to bulge.
"Creak--Snap!"
With a piercing metallic crack, the core, radiating a blinding red light and containing the ultimate destructive energy of Asgard, was forcibly ripped from the mechanical Beast's body!
A violent plasma arc leaped wildly across the core surface, attempting to scorch Lynn's palm.
A flash of savagery crossed Lynn's eyes.
He clenched his fingers tightly, unleashing a terrifying grip.
"Bang!"
That Energy Core, powerful enough to destroy a city, was crushed to pieces by him with a single hand!
Hot fragments of energy slipped through his fingers, landing on the icy sand and creating small, charred craters.
Lynn casually flicked the metal powder off his hands and slowly straightened up.
The very second he crushed the core.
In the desert of New Mexico, the space that was originally dominated by extreme cold Death Energy suddenly began to distort in an extremely bizarre way!
Fifty meters to Lynn's left, the air, like a curtain violently crumpled, suddenly collapsed inward. Immediately afterward, with a loud "rip," a Azure Space Rift was forcibly torn open. A violent Negative Zone Molecular Force Field surged out from the rift, forcefully creating a domain of absolute vacuum in the surrounding frost zone.
The sky to Lynn's right was completely dyed a thick, blood- Scarlet.
Without any warning, a massive Chaos Magic circle suddenly formed in mid-air. The Scarlet particles, carrying a violent aura capable of erasing all reality, cascaded down like a reversed waterfall of blood, instantly vaporizing the solid ice on the ground!
On the left is a ghostly blue Force Field tearing through space.
On the right is a Scarlet storm that Oblivion reality.
Add to that the lurking, almost imperceptible, yet deadly, venomous intent emanating from the shadows, relentlessly locking onto this area.
Three auras belonging to Earth's top combat forces, carrying the madness of defending territorial sovereignty to the death, crossed most of the United States and descended upon this desert.
They set aside their past grievances and put aside their infighting in the Baxter Building. At this moment, these Yandere women had only one goal—to tear apart that scumbag who dared to act like a god in the sky and try to take advantage of their men.
The ultimate lineup for the Shura Field has been assembled.
Lynn stood at the very center of the storm, his black shirt fluttering in the wind. Instead of taking a step back, he held Gwen Stacy even tighter in his arms.
He raised his head to face the enormous Abyss fissure above him.
The dust from the Destroyer's core was still smoldering at his feet.
At that very moment, a pitch-black shadow, large enough to blot out the entire sky, carrying the lofty contempt and insane possessiveness of Universal-level Deity, completely enveloped Lynn's head.