In your dreams!
The sandstorm felt like countless tiny Steel Needles, piercing into the skin through the collar and causing a series of sharp, stinging sensations.
Lynn stood on the edge of the Meteorite Crater, his feet resting on a piece of armor that had been melted into a glassy state by the intense heat. The ear-piercing sound of shattering carried far through the desolate desert. Hela's pale, slender index finger was almost poking Wanda's nose, the black mist swirling around it hissing like a venomous snake, and the Ozone in the air was oppressively heavy.
"You're going to move into the Baxter Building?"
Wanda's voice was cold and devoid of any human warmth. She hovered three inches above the ground, and dark red Chaos Particles exploded wildly beneath her feet, instantly crushing any sand that tried to approach into dust.
"Still want to stay on the top floor?" Wanda tilted her head, her chestnut hair whipping wildly in the wind. The Scarlet in her eyes hadn't faded; instead, it had grown even darker with extreme anger. "That's where Lynn rests, and it's mine too."
"Your place?"
Hela chuckled softly, a laugh filled with undisguised contempt for mortals. She withdrew her hand, slowly adjusting her black and green body armor, her narrow eyes sweeping over Wanda before landing on Susan, who was panting against the rubble not far away.
"A wild girl who only knows how to manipulate red light, a mortal woman who barely survives by relying on a few broken machines." Hela straightened her back again. Even though her divine power had not fully recovered, her domineering aura that ruled the Underworld still caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.
She walked step by step to Lynn's side in her high-heeled boots, her movements as natural as a queen inspecting her territory.
"Lynn is my King Consort, and his palace rightfully belongs to me." Hela turned to look at Lynn, her eyes instantly replacing the cold killing intent with a morbid infatuation. "As for these servants who attend to you... I'll allow them to stay in the mansion out of respect for you. But the rules must be changed."
Hela reached out, his cold nails lightly scraping Lynn's jawline, his tone chilling.
"On this planet, everyone except you must kneel before me. Especially them, they must understand who the true owner of this building is."
You're dreaming!
Susan finally couldn't hold back any longer. Despite the excruciating pain from her broken ribs, she suddenly unleashed a molecular-level Invisible Force Field from her palm. Although transparent, it stirred up a visible ripple in the atmosphere.
"Hela, this is Earth, not your gloomy and terrifying Underworld!" Susan stared intently at Hela, her eyes filled with a furious rage at the invasion of her territory. "The Baxter Building is Reed's life's work, and now it's my 'dowry,' something I personally handed over to Lynn! Every brick, every sensor, is engraved with my name!"
Susan took a step forward, her face pale, but her demeanor unwavering.
"You want to move in? Sure. But you'll only be in the isolation room on the fifth basement level, as a 'specimen' for Lynn's research on Death Energy. Want to live on the top floor? Only if I die!"
"Oh?" Hela's eyes instantly turned sinister, the afterimage of the Night Sky Sword flickering in her palm. "That's a good suggestion. I'll grant your request now."
Boom!
Without a word, Wanda unleashed a Scarlet Impact from the side without warning, aimed directly at Hela's neck.
Hela reacted extremely quickly, waving her hand back to create a black barrier of Death Energy. The two energies collided, producing a muffled explosion, and the intense light forced Coulson and the others in the distance to raise their hands to shield their eyes.
Lynn stood in the eye of the storm, watching the scene with cold indifference.
He didn't stop him; instead, he leisurely took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the bloodstains between his fingers.
In psychology, extreme competitiveness can generate the most efficient execution. The crazier these women are, the more solidly he forges the hammer known as the "forbidden zone of the earth."
[System Notification: The host has successfully instigated a territorial conflict between Hela, Wanda, and Susan. The intensity of the Shura Field continues to rise, and Hela's possessiveness has reached 95%!]
Lynn sneered inwardly.