The sky split over New Mexico, and the Goddess of Death descended across worlds

Lynn exhaled a breath of white air. The moment the breath left his lips, it condensed into tiny ice crystals, which fell softly onto his black shirt.

It's so cold.

This cold wasn't a physical cooling, but a freezing effect that went directly to the depths of her soul. Gwen Stacy, in his arms, was like a dying kitten, instinctively burrowing into his warm chest. The large area of burned flesh on the girl's back was rapidly necrotic under the extreme cold. Lynn supported the back of her head with his left hand, while his right hand, with its fingers spread, released a thick, black Death Energy that, like living vines, spread along Gwen Stacy's charred back, forcibly locking her fading life force within her body.

"Click... click..."

A piercing cracking sound came from above.

Lynn raised his head, his gaze piercing through the raging sandstorm.

The night sky over New Mexico cracked open.

This was not a metaphor, but a real physical shattering. A black crack, thousands of meters long, stretched directly above Mjolnir, its edges jagged and uneven, like a giant dome smashed by a heavy hammer. Inside the crack, there was no light, only an impenetrable black Death Energy churning, emitting a nauseating mixture of sulfur and decaying corpses.

The Magnetic Field of the entire desert completely collapsed in that instant.

The geomagnetic field went Riot. Several S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles in the distance seemed to lose their weight, their tires levitating half a meter off the ground before being slammed into the frozen earth by a terrifying downward force. The axles snapped instantly, emitting a piercing metallic twisting sound.

Coulson lay prone in the sandpit dozens of meters away, his tactical headset, Communicator, and even the watch on his wrist shattering simultaneously. Tiny shards of glass splattered blood all over his face, yet he couldn't even scream. An invisible pressure pressed down on his back, forcibly squeezing the air out of his lungs, turning his face purple and his eyes bulging.

Beside Mjolnir, Thor dug his hands into the frozen sand, his nails curling and bleeding crimson blood. His proud Asgardians body was as fragile as a soaked sheet of paper before this oppressive force. He stared intently at the crack in the sky, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils trembling violently.

As Odin's eldest son, he was all too familiar with this aura. It was a taboo erased by Asgard, the ultimate fear that even his father dreaded. Thor opened his mouth, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, and only meaningless hissing sounds could be heard from his throat.

This is true Dimensionality-Reduction Strike.

Thor, the elites of S.H.I.E.L.D.., are nothing compared to Deity of Universal-level. They don't even have the right to stand still and breathe.

At this moment, the three women who had just crossed space and arrived also ran headlong into this world-destroying pressure.

On the left, the azure Force Field that Susan had just activated emitted a series of ear-piercing friction sounds. The originally perfect semi-circular molecular shield was forcibly compressed into an ellipse under the heavy pressure of the Death Energy. Susan groaned, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Her proud Negative Zone Matrix energy was extremely sluggish in the face of this pure Deity power, as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

To the right, Wanda's Scarlet storm also met with a fierce blow. The Chaos Particles, powerful enough to erase reality, extinguished in large swaths the moment they touched the black Death Energy, like red-hot coals falling into ice water. Wanda gritted her teeth, her Scarlet eyes flashing wildly. Instead of retreating, she advanced, desperately squeezing out the primal magic within her body, trying to tear a path to life for Lynn in this realm of death.

In the shadows, Natasha's breath caught in her throat. She lay hidden behind a concrete slab at the edge of the ruins, her muscles taut to the limit, her knuckles gripping the dagger bloodless from the strain. Her prized Red Room killing technique seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of something that could send shivers down one's spine with just a glance.

But Lynn did not back down.

He stood at the very center of the storm, letting the gale tear at his collar. His back was ramrod straight, and the Dark Phoenix Mark and Chaos Magic within his body roared wildly in his veins, offsetting most of the oppressive force.

He tilted his head slightly, his deep black eyes showing no trace of awe, only the extreme excitement of a hunter watching his primal prey fall into the net.

This is the monster he released himself.

So beautiful.

From the crack, the bloodless, pale, bare foot finally emerged completely.

There was no earth-shattering event as I had imagined; only a suffocating, deathly silence.

Hela has appeared.

She wore a black and green War Armor, War Armor surface shimmering with a dark luster, as if forged from the deepest ice of the Underworld. On her head was her signature menacing spiky crown, each spike radiating a chilling aura that pierced the soul.

She didn't use any flying equipment or levitation magic. She simply stood barefoot in the void.

As she stepped down, black staircases made of pure Death Force automatically condensed in the air. The crisp sound of ice shattering echoed through the desolate desert. She walked down the staircase, one step, two steps, with an elegant and arrogant demeanor towards the ground.

With every step you take, the temperature in New Mexico drops a few degrees.

Within a radius of ten miles, the cacti and camel thorns that had been growing tenaciously in the desert turned black and withered from the roots the moment they came into contact with this aura, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling black pus.

She doesn't need to lift a finger. Her very existence is a devastating blow to the planet's ecosystem.

"Clatter."

Hela stepped barefoot onto the last black step, stopping a dozen meters above the ground.

She looked down at the desolate desert from her high vantage point.

Her gaze swept over Coulson, who lay sprawled on the ground, as if he were a pile of rotting flesh; it swept over Thor, whose face was filled with despair, and a flash of extreme contempt and disgust crossed her eyes; it swept over Susan, who was struggling to hold on, Wanda, whose face was full of murderous intent, and Natasha, who was hiding in the shadows.

Looking at the women who were trying to resist, Hela's lips curled into a cruel sneer. Her gaze was as if she were looking at a few lowly flies buzzing around the Throne, trying to lay a finger on her possessions.

final.

Hela slowly turned her head.

The frost and dust swirling in the air seemed to be paused at that moment.

Those cold, tyrannical eyes, filled with an arrogance that seemed to transcend the Nine Realms, pierced through all obstacles.

The moment Hela eyes melted away.

Instead, a chilling, twisted, and morbid obsession took hold. She stared intently at Lynn's face, her chest heaving, her pale lips trembling slightly.

She found it.

The man who shielded her from Divine Punishment in the Underworld, turning to ashes in the process.

That King Consort made her tear through Dimension and wanted to possess her at all costs.

Hela's fingers dug deeply into her palms, and her eyes instantly flushed a sickly Scarlet.