A lethal ambush from the shadows, Ghost-Spider seized by the throat
A ghostly blue flash of lightning tore through the dim desert.
The air was instantly filled with an extremely pungent smell of Ozone, mixed with the acrid odor of Gwen Stacy's burning flesh. This Ghost-Spider, clinging to life by Death Energy, squeezed every last bit of Bioelectric Charge from its body to the limit.
Like a silent white lightning bolt, she shot out from Lynn's arms and across the devastated ruins.
quick.
That's too fast.
This speed completely surpasses the limits of carbon-based biophysics. Fine beads of blood even seeped from Gwen Stacy's retina, and the world before her eyes was stretched into blurry patches of color, with only Hela's pale nape clearly visible.
She didn't care whether she would die on the spot from this overload of energy. She had only one extremely obsessive thought in her mind—this woman with the Black Thorn Crown had just touched her master's face with those dirty hands, and now she was going to kill someone in front of her master.
Unforgivable.
"Die!"
Gwen Stacy forced out a whistling growl, and the dagger in her right hand, crackling with blinding blue arcs of electricity, plunged fiercely into Hela's unsuspecting right carotid artery with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.
The tip of the dagger was less than half an inch from Hela's skin.
The high-voltage static electricity even caused a few strands of Hela's black hair to flutter slightly by her ears.
Susan's eyes widened in the distance, and Wanda stopped mid-air. Everyone held their breath at that moment.
However, the gap in strength can never be bridged by a morbid and reckless courage.
"Buzz--"
There was no explosion, no bloodshed.
Gwen Stacy's full-force attack, powerful enough to pierce Heavy Armor, stopped abruptly just one millimeter from Hela's throat.
A layer of extremely viscous, thick, and blackish Death Energy, like an invisible wall of sighs, appeared out of thin air, clinging to Hela's skin. High-voltage arcs leaped and tore wildly across the surface of the Death Energy, emitting a sharp "sizzling" sound, but they couldn't even penetrate the outermost layer of defense.
The immense recoil force surged back into Gwen Stacy's arm along the hilt of the dagger.
With a few crisp "crack" sounds, Gwen Stacy's finger and wrist bones in her right arm dislocated instantly, and the dagger slipped from her hand, only to be corroded into a pool of molten iron by the Death Energy in mid-air.
Hela didn't even turn around.
She merely tilted her head slightly, her eyes, filled with tyranny and arrogance, glancing sideways at Gwen Stacy, who was standing right in front of her.
"Another dirty hand."
Hela's voice was so cold it could freeze you to the bone. She raised her left hand, a movement that seemed casual yet was so fast that Gwen Stacy had no chance to dodge.
Smack
Five pale, slender fingers gripped Gwen Stacy's neck with perfect precision.
Hela exerted a slight force with her wrist, lifting Gwen Stacy into the air with one hand, as if she were carrying a rag doll.
"Well..."
A strong feeling of suffocation instantly surged into her brain. Gwen Stacy's legs kicked wildly in mid-air, her hands desperately gripping Hela's wrists, trying to pry open those iron-like fingers. But her pride and joy, her spider-like strength, was utterly laughable, like the struggle of an infant, before Universal-level Deity of death.
As Hela moved, Gwen Stacy's already severe burns reopened in large areas. Dark red blood dripped down her tattered white battle suit, splashing onto the frozen ground below, a horrifying sight.
Hela squinted slightly, her nostrils flaring.
She smelled it.
Besides the nauseating stench of blood, this girl in the ridiculous bodysuit also possessed an extremely dense Death Force. It was the aura of Lynn, the Death Energy Lynn had personally injected into her body to prolong her life.
This discovery caused the murderous intent in Hela's eyes to surge exponentially.
"Who do you think you are?" Hela whirled around, pulling Gwen Stacy close to her face. Their faces were less than half a foot apart, Hela's eyes were filled with extreme disgust and jealousy. "A lowly mortal insect like you, worthy of my King Consort using divine power to prolong your life? worthy of being tainted by his aura?"
"Don't touch... him..."
Gwen Stacy's cheeks were already purplish-red from lack of oxygen, her eyes bulged out, and her whites were covered with a lot of red blood vessels. But she did not let go of Hela's wrists with her hands; instead, she dug her broken finger bones into the gaps in Hela's arm guards.
She stared at Hela, a twisted, mocking smile spreading across her face.
"Master is... my... you... old woman..."
This statement completely ignited the powder keg.
Hela's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Death Energy around her surged wildly like boiling asphalt. The temperature in New Mexico plummeted again, and the metal shells of the remaining armored vehicles on the ground even cracked under the extreme cold.
"Then go to the Underworld and be rotten flesh for the rest of your life."
Hela's fingers began to slowly tighten. The Laws of Death crept along her fingertips, gradually eroding Gwen Stacy's neck nerves and trachea.
In the distant ruins.
Susan had just escaped the clutches of Death Spear; she lay slumped against the dented steel car door, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. Seeing Gwen Stacy being lifted into the air by Hela like a chick, a complex and intense panic flashed in Susan's eyes.
She hated Gwen Stacy, that crazy girl who always lurked in the shadows trying to monopolize Lynn. But now, faced with Hela's completely unreasonable Dimensionality-Reduction Strike, a sense of despair, like that of a rabbit mourning the death of its kin, gripped Susan's heart.
If Gwen Stacy dies, she'll be next.
"Let her go!"
In mid-air, Wanda let out a piercing scream.
She watched helplessly as Gwen Stacy rushed out to protect Lynn and was captured. Although she was also jealous of Gwen Stacy, in Wanda's mind, the women in Baxter Building, even if they died, could only die at the hands of Lynn or her.
It's absolutely none of the business of an old Asgard woman from out of town interfering!
Boom!
Ignoring the excruciating pain of the magical backlash, Wanda forcibly detonated the surrounding Chaos Particles, shattering the dozens of Night Sky Sword entwined around her into fragments. She transformed into a Scarlet meteor, hurtling straight towards Hela's back.
"Get out of here."
Hela didn't even turn her head, casually swinging the Night Sky Sword behind her with her right hand.
A black sword aura, hundreds of meters long, rose from the ground, carrying terrifying power capable of tearing through space, and slammed into Wanda's Scarlet shield.
Bang!
Wanda was like a tennis ball hit by a racket, sent flying even faster than it had come, carving a deep trench several meters deep into the desert, from which she couldn't get up for a long time.
Absolute overwhelming strength.
The entire battlefield was plunged into suffocating despair.
The very center of the storm.
Lynn remained in the same position, one hand in his pocket. He stood on the vitrified frozen ground, coldly watching Hela, Gwen Stacy vital signs were rapidly declining.
His dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, showing not a trace of panic, only meticulous calculation.
Gwen Stacy's loyalty, or rather, that morbid protective instinct, was entirely within his expectations. The knife was sharp and obedient. That decisive, life-risking strike just now had indeed pushed the tension of the Shura Field to its peak.
Susan's pride was shattered, Wanda's trump card was forced out, and Hela's possessiveness swelled to its peak.
The heat was just right.
Lynn felt the three top-tier energies surging wildly within his body—the destruction of the Dark Phoenix, the alteration of Chaos, and the Oblivion of death. He knew he couldn't watch any longer.
If he didn't act soon, the Ghost-Spider's neck would really be snapped. He didn't want to lose such a useful assassination tool.
More importantly, he wanted to Ending this farce in the most shocking and agonizing way possible for these Yandere women.
"Click... click click..."
The extremely piercing sound of bones cracking clearly reached everyone's ears amidst the howling wind.
Gwen Stacy's cervical vertebrae had begun to deform severely under Hela's grip. Her hands fell limply to her sides, her eyelids rolled back, and large mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from the corners of her mouth.
Lifeline is about to be completely extinguished.
Hela's lips curled into a cruel sneer as she prepared to crush the insect's throat completely.
At this critical moment...
Lynn finally moved.
He didn't unleash any energy, nor did he shout like Wanda. He simply calmly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and with a very discreet press, pressed it against his chest.
Within his body, the Death Force and Chaos Magic that had been forcibly suppressed instantly reversed and collided violently under his deliberate guidance.
A surge of blood rushed to his throat.
"Puff--!"
A large mouthful of shocking blood gushed from Lynn's mouth, splashing onto the crystal-clear frozen ground.
His tall, upright body swayed violently, his face turned deathly pale, his knees buckled, and he fell straight backward like a statue that had lost all support.
Bang.
Lynn fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
The thud was soft.
But to Hela, Wanda, and Susan, it was nothing short of the Big Bang.