Arrogance that disregarded everything, proclaiming absolute sovereignty over her King Consort

Cold.

Extreme coldness traveled along the nerves on Lynn's face and penetrated into the cerebral cortex.

Hela's fingers were devoid of any warmth, pale and long, with dark red bloodstains still clinging to the edges of her nails from when she tore apart the Asgard Defenders in the Underworld.

That intense Aura of Death, enough to instantly decay a mortal, was frantically seeping into Lynn's pores through her fingertips.

Lynn did not dodge.

He even tilted his head slightly, pressing his profile more closely against the palm of the Goddess of Death.

The "Death Force Affinity" within his body was secretly operating wildly, greedily absorbing this foreign high-level energy like a sponge. With each absorption, Lynn could feel his cells cheering, reorganizing, and becoming even more indestructible.

You are really... alive.

Hela's voice was terribly hoarse; every word seemed to be forced out from the depths of her throat.

She raised her other hand, trembling as she cupped Lynn's face. In those Scarlet eyes that had stirred up endless bloodshed in the Nine Realms, a chilling fragility and fanaticism now surged within them.

She leaned in so close that Lynn could clearly smell the eerie scent emanating from her, a blend of Abyss ice and rust.

"At the edge of the Underworld, when you turn to ashes..." Hela's breathing quickened, her chest heaving, the black and green War Armor emitting a faint metallic scraping sound, "I thought I was going back to that damned loneliness. But you lied to me, you arrogant... liar."

Lynn's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"I said I'd wait for you at the end of death." He lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering authority. "I never break my word, Hela."

This line, which had been tested countless times in the simulator, was like a deadly poison, instantly shattering Hela's remaining sanity.

"Yes... you've finally made it."

Hela's eye twitched suddenly, and an extremely sickly smile bloomed on her pale face.

Like Beast guarding its food, she suddenly pressed her forehead against Lynn's, greedily inhaling Lynn unique scent.

"Now, you are mine. Forever."

Lynn lowered his eyes, a glint of triumph flashing in his deep black eyes.

Taming a Universal-level monster is far simpler than you might imagine. If you dare to shield her from the malice of the entire world with your own flesh and blood when she is at her most desperate, she will retract her sharpest fangs and only reveal her soft belly to you.

Of course, this applies only to him.

As for the others...

Hela slowly straightened up, and the moment she turned to face her surroundings, her face, which had been lost in ecstasy, was completely transformed into one of ruthless cruelty, viewing everything as worthless.

She surveyed the frozen desert from her vantage point.

Thor, who was closest to them, had his knees shattered and his hands, a bloody mess, dug into the ice. He was staring at them with an extremely humiliated and angry look in his eyes.

In the distant sandpit, Coulson and a group of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were bleeding from all seven orifices, looking like a pile of rotting flesh that could die at any moment.

On the other side of the ruins, Susan lay on an armored vehicle, coughing up blood; Natasha was trapped in the shadows, unable to move; and Wanda knelt on the ice, the Scarlet in her eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

These people are looking at Lynn.

Whether it was out of shock, fear, or, like Wanda and others, extreme jealousy and resentment.

All eyes were focused on the man Hela was holding in her hands.

This touched the absolute sore spot of the Goddess of Death.

"Who gave you permission to...?"

Hela's voice wasn't loud, but it was like rolling Thunder, mixed with tangible Death Force, exploding deep within everyone's minds.

"Look directly at his face?!"

Boom!

The surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the frost on the ground instantly turned a deep, dark color, spreading outwards like a living thing.

Hela suddenly raised her right hand and clenched her fist tightly in mid-air.

"He is my King Consort! The sole master of Asgard and Helheim!" Hela's voice rose, carrying a morbid arrogance and extreme tyranny. "You lowly insects, do you even deserve to look at him with such filthy eyes?!"

Click click click!

As her words fell, the air around Thor was forcibly compressed by the Death Energy. The invisible pressure transformed into two jet-black claws, aimed directly at Thor's eyeballs.

"Ah--!"

Thor let out a piercing scream as the capillaries around his eyes burst, blood streaming down his face. He struggled desperately, but a mortal body is more fragile than paper before the Laws of Death.

"Hela! You madman!" Thor roared hysterically, "Odin will not let you get away with this!"

"Odin?" Hela sneered contemptuously, her eyes filled with disdain. "That hypocritical old man, he can barely hold onto his own Throne. Once I gouge out your eyes, I'll make them into a necklace and personally hang it around that old man's neck!"

The Death Claw was less than an inch from Thor's pupils.

Lynn stood at the very center of the storm, cradling the heavily injured and unconscious Gwen Stacy in his arms with one hand, quietly watching this scene unfold.

He did not speak up to stop it.

Thor's life or death was none of his concern, and the lives of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were even less important. What he needed to do now was enjoy the thrill of being absolutely protected by Universal-level powerhouse, and at the same time, make this fire burn even brighter.

He knows Wanda too well.

The girl he risked his life to save in the Sokovia Ruins, the Chaos Witch whose possessiveness was so strong that she dared to tear apart the Multiverse.

He saw a strange woman claim him as her own, calling him "King Consort," and even declaring her ownership of him right in front of him...

This kind of stimulation was enough to make Wanda sell her soul to the devil.

As expected.

Just as Hela's Death Energy claws were about to blind Thor...

Click!

A piercing cracking sound came from the direction where Wanda was kneeling.

That wasn't the sound of ice cracking, but a mournful cry of the laws of space being forcibly distorted and torn apart.

Lynn's eyelids twitched slightly, and a barely perceptible smile curved at the corner of his lips.

They've arrived.

Wanda, kneeling on the ice, slowly raised her head.

Her face, which had been pale from the pressure, was now covered with eerie Scarlet demonic runes. These runes seemed to have a life of their own, spreading upwards along her neck and eventually disappearing into her wildly dancing red hair.

Her eyes had completely lost their whites, turning into two burning Scarlet vortexes.

Extreme jealousy.

Extreme humiliation.

And an intense hatred for his inability to protect Lynn.

These negative emotions, triggered by Hela's words "He is my King Consort," completely ignited the Chaos Origin within Wanda.

"Shut up..."

Wanda's voice became extremely ethereal, with layers upon layers of echoes, as if thousands of Witch were screaming at the same time.

The black Death Energy surrounding her had originally suppressed her like Iron Bucket.

But at this moment, the Death Energy was like snow hitting boiling water, hissing as it was forcibly pushed aside by a layer of extremely domineering and completely unreasonable Scarlet Particles.

Chaos Magic, the ultimate power to alter reality.

When its host descends into utter madness, even the laws of death must yield to it.

"I told you... to get your filthy hands... off him!!!"

With a piercing scream, Wanda suddenly stood up.

The Scarlet Particles surrounding her expanded a hundredfold in an instant, transforming into a red beam of light that shot straight into the sky, tearing a huge gash in Hela's death domain.

The Magnetic Field of the entire New Mexico completely collapsed at that moment.

The thick Thunderstorm Clouds in the sky were forcibly dispersed by this Scarlet Energy, revealing the deep cosmic starry sky behind them.

Hela paused in her movements.

She sensed a terrifying energy emanating from behind, an energy powerful enough to threaten her divine body.

She turned her head slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her violent eyes. She hadn't expected that on this remote, low-level planet, there would actually be an insect that could break free from her deathly pressure.

But the surprise lasted only half a second, quickly replaced by a deeper arrogance and murderous intent.

"A wildcat who doesn't know what's good for her." Hela snorted coldly, giving up on gouging out Thor's eyes.

She slowly turned around, shielding Lynn behind her.

This instinctive protective action, in Wanda's eyes, was more painful than being killed.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Wanda completely lost her mind, tearing wildly at the air with her hands.

The overwhelming Chaos Particles rapidly coalesced in mid-air. Instead of transforming into conventional energy spheres, they twisted and stretched, ultimately forming a gigantic claw, over ten meters long, entirely composed of Scarlet Magic!

The claws were covered with Causality ripples that altered reality; wherever they passed, the air was Oblivion and five pitch-black cracks were carved into space.

With a furious, world-destroying rage, the Scarlet claw made no attempt to probe or hold back, aiming straight for Hela's back in a doomed manner!

The strong wind made Lynn's black shirt flutter loudly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the claw that almost dyed half the sky red, and the blood in his body began to boil uncontrollably.

Skyfather-level Chaos Magic collides with Universal-level Death Force.

The two obsessive, yandere Yandere who are obsessed with him are finally going to have a showdown.

All he needs to do is stand at the very center of this storm, which is capable of destroying the world, and quietly enjoy this grand spectacle of Shura Field that he himself has orchestrated.

"Boom--!"

The moment the Scarlet claws slashed down, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

The extreme high-frequency energy oscillations caused the ground within a radius of several kilometers to undulate violently like ocean waves.

Hela did not draw her sword.

She simply stood in front of Lynn and arrogantly raised one hand.

Within his palm, pitch-black Death Force surged forth like a volcanic eruption, crashing fiercely into the Scarlet claw.

The roar was forcibly cut off.

The moment the Scarlet claws and the pitch-black Death Energy collided in mid-air, the space itself seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer, cracking open with countless fine black fissures. The violent energy turbulence transformed into a visible hurricane, ruthlessly scraping away a thick layer of the desert ground.

Lynn's black shirt fluttered in the storm. The left half of his body was scorching hot from the Chaos Magic's heatwave, even his hair emitted a pungent, burnt smell; the right half of his body was frozen into a fine layer of white frost by the extreme cold of the Death Force.

The agonizing contrast of ice and fire was enough to crush a heavy tank into scrap metal in an instant, but Lynn's back remained ramrod straight. He secretly tightened his left arm, using pure physical strength and the Death Energy he had just plundered to protect Gwen, who was as Gwen Stacy as gold paper, in his arms, while his deep black eyes remained fixed on the woman before him.

That's too arrogant.

Faced with a full-force attack from a Witch of Skyfather-level, Hela didn't even turn her head.

She casually raised her left arm, and the pure Death Energy surging from her palm transformed into a pitch-black shield, forcefully blocking the Scarlet giant claw that was powerful enough to tear apart an aircraft carrier. Despite the grating hissing sound of the energy corroding each other above her head, her right hand stubbornly held Lynn's cheek.

Pale, cold fingers trembled slightly as they greedily caressed Lynn's jawline. Hela's eyes were oblivious to the devastating energy storm overhead; her violent gaze reflected only Lynn's image.

You've lost weight.

Hela's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with a morbid obsession. Her thumb lightly scraped the blood from Lynn's lips, a chilling glint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes. "Who hurt you? Tell me, and I'll extract his soul and burn it in the karmic fires of the Underworld for ten thousand years."

Lynn's lips curled into a deceptively cold smile.

He didn't answer, but deliberately rubbed his cheek against Hela's cold palm, then glanced at Wanda in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

This extremely small, somewhat indulgent gesture instantly made Hela's breathing become heavy. This Beast of death, who had lived for thousands of years, revealed a kind of fanatical anxiety when facing him.

Hela keenly caught Lynn's gaze.

She finally spared a sliver of her gaze, following Lynn's line of sight, and with a haughty disdain, swept it over Wanda, who was kneeling on the ice, her body enveloped in a raging red light.

"Is it you, you lowly stray cat, who's ruining my reunion with him?"

Hela's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the tangible Laws of Death, rolling and echoing across the desert. She suddenly tightened her right hand, forcefully turning Lynn's face towards her, domineeringly compelling the man to look only at her.

"Listen carefully, you ants on the ground."

Hela slightly raised her sharp chin, and the Black Thorn Crown on her head burst forth with a blinding, eerie light. She didn't care about the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were paralyzed around her, nor did she care about Thor who was coughing up blood. She was just using this opportunity to vent her possessiveness that had been suppressed for thousands of years on this planet.

He's mine!

Hela's voice suddenly rose, and with a powerful push of her left hand, the pitch-black Death Energy instantly sent the Scarlet claw flying back several meters. "He is my only light in the endless Abyss, the King Consort I personally appointed! The sole master of Asgard and Helheim!"

A strong wind whipped up a cloud of dust.

In the distance, Thor, his knees shattered, lay sprawled on the frozen ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His fingers, gripping the ground so tightly they were mangled and bloody, were filled with utter terror and absurdity.

The Goddess of Death who once Carnage the Valkyrie Legion and struck fear into the hearts of all Nine Realms, the ultimate War Machine that even All-Father Odin, could not tame... is now acting like a possessive, madwoman, throwing herself at a mortal from Earth and confessing her love?!

"What right does he have... what kind of monster is he..." Thor gritted his teeth, letting out a humiliating sob. Asgard's pride had been trampled into nothingness before this man.

Lynn listened quietly to Hela's domineering declaration, his smile growing wider.

He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling. By exploiting the information gap and the bonds created by the system, he dragged the high and Deity down from his pedestal and turned him into a vicious dog that wagged its tail only for him.

"Anyone who dares to look him in the eye, I'll gouge out their eyes."

Hela's smile vanished abruptly, her beautiful face instantly replaced by extreme cruelty. She stared intently at Wanda in the distance, uttering her final verdict, each word deliberate and chilling. "Anyone who dares to touch a hair on his head... I will turn this planet into a complete dead zone!"

This sentence became the final spark that ignited the powder keg.

On the edge of the storm.

Wanda stared intently at the hand Hela was using to stroke Lynn's cheek.

That pale hand was pressed against the face of the man she longed for day and night, the man she was willing to tear reality apart to get back. And that man didn't flinch!

An unprecedented bitterness and rage gnawed at Wanda's heart like a venomous snake.

"Put your dirty hands..."

Wanda let out a chilling growl. The whites of her eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by two wildly spinning Scarlet vortexes. The demonic runes on her neck bulged high due to energy overload, oozing fine beads of blood.

The string of reason snapped completely at that moment.

Get away from me!!!

With a piercing scream, Wanda abruptly straightened up. Completely disregarding whether her body could withstand the backlash, she directly ignited the Chaos Origin deep within her soul.

Boom!

The Scarlet claws, which had been suppressed in mid-air by the Death Energy, shattered instantly, transforming into a sky full of raging Scarlet Chains. These chains ignored the laws of physics, directly piercing through the barriers of space, and with an insatiable desire for destruction, they slashed towards Hela's back from all directions!