An utterly overbearing rebuke
The scalding air, mixed with the acrid smell of Ozone, poured directly into Lynn's nostrils. The Dark Phoenix Flame and Chaos Particles in his chest were still frantically rubbing against each other, bringing a sense of exhilaration on the verge of being torn apart.
Lynn stood in front of Hela, less than half a meter away. He could clearly smell the musty, damp smell emanating from the Goddess of Death, a smell that had never seen the light of day, mixed with the strong stench of blood left from the fierce battle just now.
Hela tilted her head back, the muscles on her pale face twitching slightly. In her narrow eyes, astonishment, anger, and humiliation churned like a pot of boiling poison.
"What did you call me?" Hela gritted her teeth, her voice squeezed out between them, sharp and icy.
As the Eldest Princess of Asgard, a killing machine who once fought alongside Odin in the Nine Realms, no one has ever dared to humiliate her with the term "stray dog." Even Odin himself had to use every means to seal her away, instead of being insulted to her face by a mere mortal like this.
A wisp of black Death Energy gathered wildly in her palm, instantly forming an incomparably sharp Night Sky Sword, its tip aimed directly at Lynn's throat. The extreme cold emanating from the blade made the hairs on Lynn's neck stand on end.
"What? You want to fight?" Lynn didn't dodge; instead, he took half a step closer.
The sharp Night Sky Sword instantly sliced through Lynn's neck, and a drop of dark red blood rolled down the blade. But Lynn didn't even blink; his eyes, burning with black and gold flames, were fixed on Hela's face.
"Go ahead and stab it." Lynn's lips curled into a chilling, mocking smile. "If your hand even flinches, I guarantee you'll die a far more gruesome death than that metal lump from before."
Hela's hand gripping the sword trembled violently.
Looking into Lynn's eyes, where there was no concealment of violence and destructive desire, her heart skipped a beat. It wasn't bluffing; it was genuine killing intent. She could even feel that if her sword tip moved forward just one millimeter, the three terrifying energies within Lynn would instantly tear her to shreds.
"You think you're so great just because you broke a broken seal and came to Earth to run wild?" Lynn didn't give her a chance to breathe, launching into a tirade of insults. "Odin imprisoned you for thousands of years, did that make you stupid too?!"
Hela's chest heaved violently, and the Night Sky Sword trembled slightly in her palm. "Shut up! What do you, a mere mortal, know! That old codger Odin is already weakened, and the Throne of Asgard was originally mine!"
"Yours?" Lynn as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his cold laughter echoing across the empty desert. "Look at you now, your divine power exhausted, your soul incomplete. You don't even have half the power you had at your peak. What are you going to use to seize the Throne? With your bunch of rotten skeletons that can't even form a proper formation?"
This statement struck a nerve with Hela. In the Simulated Space-Time, Lynn used the same reasoning to belittle her undead army to nothing.
"If Wanda and I hadn't pushed back the energy of the Bifrost just now, do you think you'd still be standing here yelling at me?" Lynn raised his hand and slapped away the Night Sky Sword pressed against his neck.
A crisp metallic clang rang out as Lynn's palm, covered in the Dark Phoenix's intense heat, directly slapped a crack into the blade formed from condensed Death Energy.
Hela's wrist went numb from the immense force, and she involuntarily took a step back, her foot shattering a patch of ice.
"What do you think Earth is? Your Asgard backyard?" Lynn pressed closer, his powerful aura completely enveloping Hela. "You think the commotion on the Bifrost didn't attract attention? That bald woman in Kamar-Taj probably has her Sling Ring on her finger by now. If she opens a portal, she could slap you into the Mirror Dimension and send you sprawling into dust!"
Hela's face instantly turned extremely ugly. Although she was arrogant, she was not stupid. She had heard of the Ancient One thousands of years ago; she was Dimension guardian that even Odin had to be wary of.
Lynn knew very well that dealing with Hela, who was inherently obsessed with strength and had an extremely twisted Yandere, would only make her take advantage of him if she simply obeyed. If you treated her like Deity, she would treat you like a pet on a leash. Only by being more arrogant, ruthless, and domineering than her, and by crushing her pride and dignity underfoot, would she truly submit.
"Dragging this half-dead body, you come to Earth to steal men? Is your brain filled with the mud of Helheim?!" Lynn's voice suddenly rose, exploding in Hela's ears like thunder.
In the ruins not far away, Wanda, Susan, and Gwen Stacy all held their breath. As they watched Lynn scold the once arrogant Goddess of Death like a dog, their fear was gradually replaced by a more fanatical worship.
That man was so dazzling. So dazzling that you'd want to rip your heart out and offer it to him.
Hela gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently as she was being verbally abused. She wanted to retort, to crush this arrogant man before her with the Death Force. But when she met Lynn's oppressive eyes, all her harsh words stuck in her throat.
She found herself unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
"I... I came to take you away." Hela's voice weakened, carrying a hint of grievance she herself didn't realize. "You said you'd wait for me at the end of death. I came to find you, why..."
"Take me away?" Lynn interrupted her without hesitation.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Hela's chin.
Lynn's palm was as hot as a red-hot iron, while Hela's skin was as cold as frost. The extreme temperature difference caused a wisp of white smoke to erupt the moment the two touched.
Hela was forced to raise her head and look directly at Lynn.
"Listen to me clearly, Hela." Lynn's fingers tightened suddenly, making Hela's jaw crack, his tone utterly cold and domineering. "Here, there is no Eldest Princess of Asgard, nor is there any master of Helheim. Here, I am the rule."
Hela's pupils contracted sharply, and the intense pain in her jaw made her involuntarily furrow her brow, but she did not break free.
"Put away that arrogant, Deity attitude of yours completely." Lynn leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her cold earlobe. "If you dare lay a hand on my woman again, or try to chain me with your ridiculous Death Energy chains, I'll personally shove you back into the cesspool of the Underworld and lock you up for another ten thousand years. Do you understand?"
The extremely humiliating words, coupled with Lynn's undeniable and violent pressure, completely shattered Hela's last line of Defense Line.
Hela was stunned.
She stared blankly at Lynn, who was so close to her. This man was brutal, arrogant, and ruthless, even trampling on her dignity. Yet, just moments ago, this same man had unleashed a devastating power, forcefully shattering the chains that bound her.
This extreme domineering nature perfectly overlaps with the towering figure in the Simulated Space-Time who angrily rebuked Odin for her sake and blocked the Gungnir with his mortal body.
Hela's breathing became rapid.
She had initially thought that she needed to chain this man to the Throne to possess him forever. But now she realized she was wrong.
This man didn't need to be kept as a pet. He was born to be a tyrant sitting on the Throne. And she, in that moment of being treated roughly by him, actually felt an unprecedented, chilling pleasure.
An eerie silence fell between the two.
Lynn released his grip, coldly watching her, awaiting the reaction of this Goddess of Death. If Hela dared to go mad, he wouldn't hesitate to use his trump card and beat her into submission.
However, Hela did not erupt.
Several clear red marks remained on her fair chin. She raised her hand and gently touched the marks, the surprise and anger in her eyes completely gone.
Instead, there was a bizarre compliance and a morbid obsession so intense it was almost overflowing.
"You're right." Hela's voice became unusually soft, even carrying a hint of morbid obsession. She lowered her head slightly, like a completely tamed she-wolf, obediently pressing her cheek against Lynn's hand that had just pinched her so hard.