Death and chaos collide, Lynn at the heart of the storm

The ear-piercing sonic booms sounded like countless rough steel files, frantically scraping the air above the desert.

The energies of red and black continued to clash in mid-air. The high-temperature Chaos Magic distorted and deformed the surrounding oxygen, while the extreme cold Death Force instantly froze the moisture in the sand into sharp ice crystals.

The collision of two extreme forces, one cold and one hot, tore open visible black cracks in mid-air. These were miniature black holes that were forcibly ripped out of the Spatial Barrier by the frenzied crushing force of the Skyfather-level energy.

The gale whipped up scorching sand and sharp ice shards, turning them into a devastating hail of bullets that indiscriminately swept across everything within a radius of several miles.

Lynn stood at the very center of the storm.

The frozen soil beneath his feet had been repeatedly tempered by high temperatures and extreme cold, completely crystallizing into a dark red glass. The surrounding hundreds of meters of ground had been scraped away by the shockwave, creating three thick layers and forming a huge Meteorite Crater. Only the small area where he stood, less than two meters in diameter, remained intact.

"Cough..." A weak groan came from her arms.

Gwen Stacy's pale cheeks were pressed tightly against Lynn's chest. The infrasound vibrations from the high-pressure energy caused her already severely burned internal organs to bleed again. In her dim eyes, however, there was a morbid attachment that she would rather die in Lynn's arms than die immediately.

Lynn lowered his head, a dark glint flashing in his deep black eyes.

He didn't use any of the defensive items he had redeemed through the system. The muscles on the left side of his body bulged slightly, and pure Chaos Origin surged in his blood vessels, silently assimilating and absorbing the incoming Scarlet Magic particles; the right side of his body exuded a dense Death Energy, completely dissipating Hela's extreme cold divine power, which was enough to freeze the soul.

Two completely opposite top-tier energies formed a bizarre yet perfect closed loop within his body. The residual energy waves, powerful enough to crush heavy tanks into scrap metal, couldn't even sever the stray hairs on his forehead when they reached him.

He was like a ruthless tyrant, sitting on Throne forged from destruction and madness, coldly watching the bloody battle that had taken place for him.

Several hundred meters away, at the edge of the ruins.

Damn it!

Susan bit her tongue, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. She pushed her arms forward with all her might, her fingers spasming violently from the excessive force. The high-density Molecular-level Invisible Force Field was now covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks.

Even a slight aftershock from the energy collision brought this core member of the Fantastic Four to the brink of collapse.

"Susan, hold on!" Natasha knelt on one knee, clinging tightly to the chassis of an armored vehicle. Her internal organs churned wildly from the energy shockwaves, and her throat was filled with the strong taste of blood.

Natasha's cold green eyes pierced through the cracks in the Force Field, fixed on the man at the center of the storm.

The man didn't even lift a finger, yet he made two monsters capable of easily tearing the earth apart fight a cataclysmic battle for him.

"Master..." Natasha swallowed the blood in her throat, her morbid loyalty growing increasingly fanatical, even tinged with a twisted jealousy. She hated her current weakness, hated that she couldn't possess the power to control the rules and compete for him like those two women.

Further away in the mud.

Thor lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. His proud Asgard divine body, crushed by the dual forces of the Laws of Death and Chaos Magic, didn't even have the strength to lift its head.

"They've gone mad... they've all gone mad..." Thor's eyes were wide open, almost bursting, with bloodshot veins covering the whites of his eyes.

He gazed at the Scarlet storm in the sky, a storm even All-Father Odin, feared, and then at the Goddess of Death who casually wielded the Night Sky Sword. These two ultimate terrors, enough to strike fear into the hearts of the Nine Realms, now resembled two madwomen fighting over a rag doll in the street, completely abandoning their Deity dignity.

Boom!

It was another violent collision.

Wanda hovered in mid-air, veins bulging on her pale neck. She had completely lost her mind, with only one thought in her mind: kill the woman who dared to touch Lynn!

"Die!!"

Wanda let out a piercing scream and pressed her hands down sharply.

The countless Scarlet Chains instantly melted, coalescing into a Scarlet Meteorite over a hundred meters in diameter. The modifying laws of Chaos Magic were pushed to their limit at this moment, causing the surrounding Gravitational Field to collapse instantly, and the wreckage of armored vehicles on the ground to float upwards uncontrollably.

The massive Scarlet Meteorite, carrying the pressure of annihilation, slammed down towards Hela's head. The air was compressed to its limit, emitting a deafening roar as it was unable to withstand the force.

"Too rough." Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked at Wanda, who was in a state of hysteria, without feeling a shred of emotion; instead, he felt a morbid sense of satisfaction.

Wanda's power is indeed terrifying, even touching the edge of the universe's rules. But she relies too much on emotional outbursts and has absolutely no combat skills. Like a paranoid girl clutching a nuclear launcher, she only knows how to indiscriminately unleash firepower.

In contrast, the Goddess of Death who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared far more composed.

Hela didn't even look up as the Scarlet Meteorite crashed down.

She stood in the howling wind, the Black Thorn Crown on her head gleaming with a cold light. Her fierce eyes remained fixed on Lynn, not looking away for even a second.

She was observing Lynn.

Observe this man who still stands tall amidst the devastating storm.

"So beautiful..." Hela stuck out her tongue and licked her pale lips.

Lynn's arrogance in the face of death, and his ruthlessness in trampling all power underfoot, perfectly overlapped with the image in the Underworld's memories of him who dared to point his finger at Odin and curse him, and who shielded her from the Gungnir.

Her thousand years of loneliness were completely filled at this moment.

She wanted him. She wanted to tear him apart and devour him, to lock him forever on the Throne in the deepest part of Helheim, to bind his hands and feet with chains forged from Death Energy, so that his deep black eyes would reflect only her image for all eternity.

Until the Scarlet Meteorite was less than ten meters away from her, the intense heat, enough to melt steel, had already scorched a lock of her long hair.

Hela finally moved.

"Noisy insects."

Hela snorted coldly.

She neither dodged nor erected a shield. Instead, she gripped the Night Sky Sword in her backhand and swung it upwards with a sudden, powerful stroke.

There were no fancy magic circles, no deafening incantations. Only pure, extreme violence and the Laws of Death.

A thin, black sword beam shot into the sky.

The sword beam was insignificant compared to the massive Scarlet Meteorite. But when the two made contact, there was no explosion or roar.

The meteorite, containing terrifying Chaos Energy, was silently split in two, like butter cut by a hot knife.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. The moment all the Chaos Particles came into contact with the Laws of Death, they were forcibly stripped of their vitality and turned into countless dim gray specks of light, which drifted away with the wind.

The remaining black sword energy, undiminished in its momentum, tore through the clouds, cleaving a rift thousands of meters long in the Thunderstorm Clouds over New Mexico, revealing the pitch-black cosmic sky.

A single sword cleaves the heavens.

This is the true essence of Universal-level Deity.

In mid-air, Wanda's pupils constricted sharply. Her prized, deadly attack had been so easily neutralized by her opponent. The backlash from the forcibly severed magic surged up her throat, and she groaned, a trickle of bright red blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Hela twirled her sword and casually stuck the Night Sky Sword into the crystallized frozen soil beside her.

She finally turned around.

Standing on the ruins frozen by Death Energy, Hela slightly raised her sharp chin. Her eyes, filled with savagery and arrogance, pierced through the swirling dust and locked onto Wanda, who was panting in mid-air.

A cold, extremely contemptuous smile slowly curled at the corners of her lips.