Death and destruction collide, Hela's night sky
The Holographic Screens on the top floor has gone completely black.
But Lynn doesn't need that thing.
He stood before the shattered French windows, the night wind carrying a strange smell of sulfur and molten metal from the plaza below, filling the ravaged Throne room. His left arm was still burning hot, the Dark Gold Firebird mark seemingly alive, each pulse resonating with the burning power below.
Lynn's face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes, a cold, almost cruel expectation surged.
very good.
That's how it should be.
The arrogance of the Deity and the destruction of the universe finally collided.
In the center of the square.
Time seemed to have frozen.
Hela's figure froze in mid-air, maintaining her forward-charging, assassination stance.
The Night Sky Sword in her hand, a weapon formed from pure Death Energy that had severed the heads of countless Deity, was now pressed against Jean Grey's throat.
One inch.
They were only an inch apart.
But this one inch has become an insurmountable barrier.
There was no earth-shattering collision, no explosive energy collision.
The tip of the Night Sky Sword, brimming with the absolute darkness of Death Energy, enough to wither even the Hela, caused an incomprehensible Goddess of Death to occur when it touched the thin layer of Dark Gold aura on Jean Grey's body.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
That wasn't cutting, piercing, or being blocked.
It is to devour.
Pure, one-sided consumption!
The tip of the Night Sky Sword melted silently into the Dark Gold flames, as if a red-hot iron had been pressed into a piece of butter. The Death Energy, powerful enough to freeze a star, instead of extinguishing the flames upon contact, boiled and vaporized instantly, like water poured into boiling oil, and then... was used as fuel!
Dark Gold flames surged upwards and backwards along the sword's blade in an unreasonable manner!
A piercing pain, as if the soul were being torn apart, traveled back to Hela's palm through the hilt of the sword!
"This... is impossible!"
For the first time, a flame of shock ignited in Hela's eyes, which had been swallowed by pure darkness.
She could clearly feel her connection to the Night Sky Sword being brutally severed. Her proud authority to rule over death in the Nine Realms was like that of a lowly subject before a supreme ruler in the face of this eerie flame; she could not even muster a thought of resistance, only passively offering everything to it!
This is not a suppression based on power level.
This is a higher level of... conceptual crushing!
Death is the end of life, the end of a process.
This flame is destruction, the opposite of "existence" itself! It doesn't want an end, but to completely erase everything from its source!
"The living dead, your power..." Jean Grey remained barefoot, her posture unchanged. A childlike, innocent cruelty lingered on her beautiful face as she tilted her head, looking at the incredulous Hela. "... It's so delicious."
"Boom!"
This statement is more insulting than any actual attack.
Hela flicked her wrist, forcibly severing her connection with the Night Sky Sword, letting the black longsword, already half-burnt, be completely devoured by the Dark Golden Flame and vanish into nothingness.
Using the recoil, she was thrown back dozens of meters, hovering in mid-air, her chest heaving violently.
This was the first time she had suffered a loss in a direct confrontation since escaping her predicament!
And it happened right in front of that man!
Hela subconsciously raised her head, her gaze traveling hundreds of meters to the blurry figure standing at the window on the top floor of the Baxter Building.
She couldn't see Lynn's expression.
But she could imagine it.
Those eyes, which always held a hint of amusement and coldness, were now fixed on him.
He stared at his own man, who had just vowed to clean up his mess, only to have his weapons burned in a single encounter... a stray dog!
An indescribable sense of shame and rage erupted from the depths of Hela's heart like a volcano!
She could be sealed away by Odin for a thousand years, and forgotten by the Nine Realms.
But she absolutely could not, absolutely could not, show even the slightest weakness or incompetence in front of that man!
"Aaaaaaah--!"
Hela let out a piercing roar that reached the heavens.
That was no longer the roar of Deity, but more like the hysterical cry of a Extremis Beast driven to the brink of despair!
A dense, impenetrable black Death Energy surged wildly from her body, converging behind her into a dark curtain that blotted out the sky. Within this curtain, countless faces contorted in agony wailed and sank into oblivion—the billions of souls she had personally Ending.
The iconic, menacing antler Crown on her head grew wildly at this moment, becoming larger and more twisted, with countless black lightning bolts leaping wildly between the antlers.
"You... have angered me..."
Hela slowly lowered her head, and her eyes, which had been swallowed by darkness, now burned with two eerie green flames, as if they came from the Abyss of the underworld.
She stared at Jean Grey and spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice carrying a madness that suggested she would stop at nothing.
"Mortal!"
"I want you dead!"
She did not condense the Night Sky Sword again.
Because she knew that conventional Death Energy was ineffective against this monster.
Hela suddenly raised her hands, spread her fingers, and plunged them fiercely into the dark green War Armor on her chest!
"Pfft!"
Sharp fingertips pierced through the armor forged from divine metal, sinking deep into flesh.
But what flowed out was not blood.
Instead, they were streams of purer, more viscous, and imbued with a strong spiritual aura... the very essence of the soul!
She is burning her own soul!
At the cost of overdrawing one's foundation as Deity, in exchange for terrifying power that instantly surpasses limits!
"Buzz--"
The temperature of the entire square plummeted to below Absolute Zero in that instant. Water molecules in the air were instantly frozen, turning into countless ice crystals that fell down. Wanda, in the distance, felt her Chaos Magic become sluggish, as if even the energy itself was about to be frozen solid.
The divine essence flowing from Hela's chest gathered, compressed, and solidified before her.
In the end, it transformed into a brand new Night Sky Sword that was more solid and darker than before, with countless fine and twisted Rune even engraved on its blade!
This sword is no longer just about death.
It also carries a Deity, a resolute and violent determination to gamble everything!
"You actually went to this extent for him?"
Jean Grey looked at Hela, who seemed to have gone mad. In her eyes, which burned with Dark Gold light, there was not a trace of fear, but rather a more twisted excitement and... jealousy.
"Alright."
"Let you be burned to ashes in utter despair!"
The Dark Gold fireball in her palm, which had swelled to the size of a basketball, exploded with a roar, transforming into a golden sea of fire that scorched the heavens and boiled the seas, sweeping towards Hela!
Hela, gripping the Night Sky Sword forged from divine souls and staking everything on it, transformed into a black streak of light piercing the heavens and earth, fearlessly charging forward!
Death and destruction.
At this moment, two forces standing at the pinnacle of the universe collided without reservation!
Top floor.
As Lynn watched the energy storm below, a mix of red and black tearing apart the entire plaza, the curve of his lips grew increasingly cold.
He could even smell the unique, slightly tragic, sweet and metallic scent emanating from Hela when she burned her soul.
"What a disobedient pet..."
Lynn muttered to himself, his tone neither praising nor mocking.
"However, only in this way can they be considered tamed."
However, his gaze paused slightly as it swept across the other side of the battlefield.
Wanda didn't move.
She neither helped Hela nor backed down.
She just stared intently at the destructive energy storm, and in her Scarlet eyes, there was no longer simple jealousy churning.
It is a deeper, more terrifying... paranoia.
Why?
Why are they the ones doing the fighting?
Why is it this filthy zombie and that crazy woman who appeared out of nowhere who are fighting desperately for Lynn?
What about me?
What am I?
Why can they do it, but I can't?
An uncontrollable thought, like a poisonous weed, began to grow wildly in Wanda's heart.
She slowly raised her hands.
Scarlet, ominous Chaos Particles began to gather at her fingertips.
Hela has already lost face once.
This newcomer is so arrogant.
if...
What if we could just erase them both from Lynn's sight...?
Wanda's breathing became rapid and hot at that moment.
She could no longer hold back.