The tyrant dropped his disguise: forcible suppression with fused divine power
Lynn lay on the scorching sand, his right arm numb from Hela's Death Energy chains, ice shards seeping into his veins through his pores. Wanda's Scarlet Chains tightened around his waist, almost crushing his internal organs. The air was thick with the acrid Ozone and burning, and four violent energies clashed wildly within the Meteorite Crater, sparks flying everywhere.
Have you made enough of a scene?
A very low, cold laugh rolled down Lynn's throat. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking the eardrums of every woman present with precision.
Hela's hand gripping the chain suddenly stopped, a flicker of surprise crossing her narrow eyes. Wanda's breathing hit a beat, panic welling up in her Scarlet eyes.
In that half-second pause, Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
Those once deep pupils were now filled with an extreme ferocity. Black-gold flames danced in his eyes— the Dark Phoenix's Phoenix Force.
Lynn stopped pretending. He was fed up with these women treating him like a trophy, dragging him around.
"Boom!"
An extremely terrifying energy surge exploded out of Lynn's body without warning.
Without chanting incantations or gathering power, the Super-Soldier Serum within Lynn's body circulated wildly, forcibly mixing together the Dark Phoenix's Phoenix Force, the violent particles of Chaos Magic, and the Death Force he had just plundered.
Three energies, supreme in the universe, surged through his limbs and bones, finally bursting forth from his pores.
One black, one red, and one dark gold – three dazzling beams of light spiraled into the sky, tearing apart the immense spatial pressure pressing down on Lynn's head.
"Snap!"
The Scarlet Chains binding her waist snapped with a crisp crack, breaking into countless red specks of light that dissipated into the air. Wanda felt as if she had been struck in the chest with a heavy hammer, letting out a muffled groan as she staggered back three or four steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth. Clutching her chest, she stared in disbelief at the man at the center of the storm.
"This... how is this possible?" Hela's pupils dilated in shock. She felt her proud Death Force groaning before Lynn's power.
Lynn gave her no time to react. He suddenly flipped his right hand and grabbed the dark, Death Energy chain.
Black and gold Phoenix flames spread from his palm, instantly enveloping the entire chain.
"Shattered." Lynn's thin lips parted slightly.
With a shattering sound like glass breaking, the Death Energy chain, powerful enough to bind a dragon, was crushed into a cloud of black powder in Lynn's hands. Hela staggered from the recoil, and the Black Thorn Crown on her head tilted half an inch.
The aftershocks of the energy spread outwards like a tsunami.
The Invisible Force Field that was spreading along the ground was directly overturned. Before Susan could even scream, she was swept up by the gale and slammed heavily onto the wreckage of the armored vehicle more than ten meters away, rolling into the mud.
Gwen Stacy, who was desperately crawling forward, was hit in the chest by the blast of air. The High-Voltage Stun Dagger in her hand short-circuited instantly, bursting into a dazzling burst of sparks. Gwen Stacy sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the scorched frozen ground, panting heavily.
The storm has subsided.
Lynn slowly straightened up. His white shirt was now just tattered rags, revealing his well-defined muscles. At this moment, the surface of those muscles shimmered with a dark red and black-gold hue, radiating a suffocating heat.
He twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made a "crackling" sound.
"What do you take me for?" Lynn brushed the ashes off his shoulder, looked up, and his gaze swept over the four women present like a knife. "A bone? A toy? Or a prize you use to fight over?"
His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
Wanda took a small, trembling step forward, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice filled with terror. "Lynn... I didn't... I just didn't want her to take you away..."
"Shut up." Lynn didn't even glance at her, coldly uttering two words.
Wanda's body stiffened abruptly, tears welling up instantly, but she bit her lip tightly, not daring to utter a single syllable. She felt that Lynn in front of her had become extremely unfamiliar, and the oppressive feeling that seemed to override everything made it difficult for her to even breathe.
Lynn knew very well that to deal with these possessive and twisted Yandere, simply appeasing them would only embolden them. Only by demonstrating absolute violence and overwhelming strength could she completely crush their pride and turn them into obedient dogs.
What he wanted was absolute obedience.
"A bunch of idiots." Lynn sneered, his gaze sweeping over Susan and Gwen Stacy, who were sprawled in the mud. "They don't even know their own limitations, yet they dare to claim territory here?"
Susan gritted her teeth, her blue eyes filled with humiliation and fear. Her prized Molecular Force Field seemed utterly pathetic in front of Lynn. Gwen Stacy buried her head in her arms, her body trembling uncontrollably, terrified that Lynn would abandon her because of her incompetence.
The scene was so quiet that the only sound could be the rustling of sand being whipped up by the wind.
Lynn withdrew his gaze, finally turned around, and looked at Hela standing at the edge of the Meteorite Crater.
The high and mighty Goddess of Death was staring intently at Lynn, her pale face filled with astonishment and disbelief. She couldn't understand how the mortal she had choked in the Underworld Palace, the one who had shielded her from Odin's spear, could suddenly unleash such terrifying power.
In fact, the Aura of Death mixed in that power was even purer than that of her, the true Goddess of Death!
"You..." Hela opened her mouth, her haughty arrogance completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented sense of surprise and uncertainty.
Lynn didn't speak. He strode forward, stepping over the scorching glass shards scattered on the ground, and walked towards Hela.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The steady footsteps echoed across the empty desert. With each step, the ground beneath Lynn's feet would be melted by the Dark Phoenix's intense heat, leaving a charred footprint. The oppressive aura emanating from him surged exponentially as the distance closed.
Hela instinctively clenched her fist, the Night Sky Sword flickering in her palm, but she found herself utterly devoid of the courage to draw it. The man's eyes were terrifying, like those of a true tyrant scrutinizing his most disobedient slave.
Lynn stopped less than half a meter from Hela. He looked down at the Goddess of Death, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth.
"The Eldest Princess of Asgard, the mistress of Helheim." Lynn lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against Hela's pale cheek, his tone filled with undisguised mockery, "Do you think that just because you crawled out of the seal, you can give orders on my territory?"
Hela's pupils contracted sharply, and she stared at the man in front of her in astonishment.