Secretly Controlling the Death Force: Lynn's Blood-Spitting Ploy
Cold. Hard.
The impact of his back hitting the vitrified frozen soil sent shivers down his spine, making his internal organs feel like they were being torn apart.
Lynn's eyelids were half-closed, her vision blurred by the bloodstains on her eyelashes.
Pain. Excruciating pain.
He didn't use any system shielding. In order to deceive Hela, a death Deity of Universal-level, he had to make this body appear to be in the most realistic near-death state.
The Scarlet Particles of Chaos Magic and the pitch-black Death Energy of Death Force were like two enraged Beast, tearing wildly through his meridians. His lungs were squeezed by high-pressure energy, and even fine blood lines cracked on the surface of his liver.
"Cough..."
Lynn's Adam's apple bobbed, and another mouthful of black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his jawline onto the frozen ground, creating a dazzling flower of blood.
He could feel his vital signs plummeting.
But that's exactly what he wanted.
Extreme stretching, it's all about the thrill.
Hela was truly enraged by what they just witnessed. If this Goddess of Death were allowed to continue her rampage, Gwen Stacy would surely die, and Susan and Wanda wouldn't last three rounds either.
Once these three useful tools are destroyed, the foundation of his carefully built Earth will completely collapse. What's more troublesome is that Hela's unbridled energy outbursts will sooner or later attract the attention of that bald sorcerer in Kamar-Taj.
Therefore, he had to press the pause button himself.
The most lethal weapon against these possessive and twisted Yandere is never fists.
It was his fate.
If he showed even the slightest vulnerability, these crazy women who had just been wreaking havoc would instantly turn into pathetic, begging dogs.
"Click."
Extremely faint sounds are amplified infinitely in the deathly silence of the desert.
Hela's five fingers, which were gripping Gwen Stacy's neck tightly, jerked away as if they had touched a branding iron heated to thousands of degrees.
The Asgard Eldest Princess, who just a moment ago was high and mighty and looked down on all things as ants, now seemed to have all her strength drained away.
She stiffly turned her neck.
His gaze pierced through the swirling ice shards, fixed intently on the man lying in a pool of blood.
The strong, pungent smell of blood, carried by the strong wind, entered her nostrils.
It was his blood.
It was the blood of the King Consort, whom she had been desperately searching for, who had shielded her from Odin 'Divine Punishment in the Abyss the Underworld!
"No..."
Hela's lips trembled violently, and the Black Thorn Crown on her head, a symbol of absolute royal power, even showed signs of crumbling due to her extreme emotional breakdown.
Her Universal-level of perception allowed her to clearly perceive the extremely chaotic energy storm within Lynn's body.
His life's flame was like a flickering candle in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Why?
How so?!
Hela's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. Her mind went blank for a moment.
Was it the spider's death throes that injured him? Or... did the aftershocks of his Night Sky Sword strike, powerful enough to tear space apart, shatter his internal organs?
Extreme panic gripped Hela's heart like an invisible giant hand.
Clatter
Gwen Stacy, having lost her support, fell heavily to the ground, clutching her deformed neck and retching violently.
But Hela didn't even glance at her.
The arrogance and composure that the Goddess of Death was so proud of shattered into nothingness before Lynn's mouthful of blood.
Boom!
The air was violently blasted apart. Hela transformed into a black blur, lunging at Lynn without regard for anything else.
In the ruins a hundred meters away.
Wanda had just forcefully suppressed the backlash of magic within her body, and her hands were frantically gathering Chaos Particles.
Even if it Soul Shattering, she will tear that old woman who dared to touch Lynn to shreds.
However, when the dull thud of the fall reached her ears, the Scarlet light in Wanda's hand instantly dissipated.
She stared blankly at Lynn lying in a pool of blood.
Looking at that man who was once as upright as a pine tree, now lying on the frozen ground like a broken piece of porcelain, his white shirt stained with large patches of black blood.
"Lynn..."
Wanda's voice was as soft as a breeze, trembling uncontrollably.
The next second, an extremely shrill cry, like that of a dying Beast, ripped from her throat.
"Lynn!!!"
Wanda has gone mad.
She didn't even bother using any teleportation magic, or even activating the most basic defensive barrier. She scrambled out of the ruins and ran wildly toward Lynn.
Sharp pebbles tore through her boots and ripped her calves.
She fell heavily to the ground, her knees hitting the frozen ground with a dull thud, and blood gushed out.
But she seemed not to feel any pain.
She scrambled to her feet and continued charging forward.
Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, blurring her delicate features.
Extreme guilt gnawed at her reason like a venomous snake.
It's her.
It must be because of her!
The energy from her clash with Hela just now was completely out of control. Lynn was standing at the very center of the storm, and to protect her and to defuse the devastating Impact, he took all the aftershocks with his own body!
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Wanda murmured incoherently as she ran, the Scarlet in her eyes replaced by utter despair and panic.
At the same time.
Susan, lying on the wreckage of the armored vehicle, bit her lip so hard that it bled.
She stared at Lynn's pale face, her mind reeling.
She recalled the twenty layers of negative Spatial Force Field she had just forcibly overloaded. The energy backlash when the Force Field collapsed was enough to turn all carbon-based life forms within a radius of 100 meters into mincemeat.
To save her, Lynn forcibly severed the connection of the Force Field, diverting all the backlash power onto himself!
"It's me... it's me who killed him..." Susan's ten fingers dug into the steel car door so hard that her nails broke off at the root, and blood gushed out.
She wished she could pull out a dagger and plunge it into her heart right now.
If Lynn dies, what's the point of dragging the entire world into the Negative Zone to be buried with her?
Gwen Stacy, who was lying paralyzed in the distance, buried her head deep into the frozen ground.
A hissing sound, like a broken bellows, came from her throat.
She had just forcibly drained the Death Energy Lynn had injected into her body. It was her impulsiveness that depleted her master's defensive trump card, leaving her powerless to fight back in the energy clash!
She's the damned sinner!
A fierce wind howled.
Hela and Wanda rushed to Lynn's side almost at the same time.
Two afterimages, one black and one red, carrying terrifying energy capable of destroying the world, abruptly stopped less than half a foot away from Lynn's body.
Both women's chests were heaving violently.
Their eyes were fixed on the blood that was still flowing from the corner of Lynn's mouth.
The blinding red, scattered on the crystal-clear sand, looked like sharp knives, viciously gouging into their eyes.
Hela stretched out her hands, trembling.
Wanda also stretched out her hands, which were covered in mud.
But just a second before their fingertips were about to touch Lynn's cold body...
Both of them froze simultaneously.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
These two top-tier powerhouses, at the Skyfather-level, were trembling like two children who had done something wrong.
The murderous intent, jealousy, and tyranny in their eyes were instantly replaced by extreme panic.
They dared not touch him.
The remaining energy within them was still surging wildly, and they were terrified that even the slightest leak of magic from their fingertips would be the last straw that broke Lynn's back.