The backlash of Chaos Particles, Wanda and Dark Phoenix's
The center of the square is no longer a battlefield that ordinary people can comprehend.
That was the collision of two stars, the crushing of two extreme concepts.
The Goddess of Death, burning with divine power, transforms into a jet-black stream of light that pierces through everything; the cosmic Phoenix, devouring all things, unleashes a dark golden fire tide that scorches the heavens and boils the seas.
Black and gold collided with a thunderous roar in the center of the square.
There was no sound.
The extreme collision devoured light and sound. The entire world seemed to have been muted, with only an absolute void constantly collapsing and Oblivion expanding wildly.
Asphalt roads, warplane wreckage, collapsed buildings... all matter was broken down into the most primitive particles at the edge of that void, not even a speck of dust could escape.
On the top floor, the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window in front of Lynn was covered with spiderweb-like cracks without any external force touching it, and seemed to be about to shatter completely at any moment.
He could feel the oxygen being drawn out of the air, a suffocating feeling originating from the level of existence enveloping the entire Manhattan.
"When mad dogs bite each other, it's truly the most spectacular drama in the world."
Lynn's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes showing no pity, only a cold, detached pleasure, as if appreciating a work of art.
However, his gaze quickly shifted from the center of the destructive storm to the edge of the battlefield.
The woman who hadn't moved at all.
Wanda.
She hovered silently in mid-air, Scarlet magical energy swirling around her, but she did not make a move.
She just watched.
Looking at that "living corpse" that reeked of decay, he was willing to burn his own soul in order to gain Lynn's approval.
Watching that red-haired madwoman who appeared out of nowhere, declaring with an air of entitlement that she would burn everyone alive and possess Lynn all to herself.
They are fighting.
They were risking their lives for him.
What gives them the right?
An emotion more chaotic and violent than Chaos Magic exploded in Wanda's heart.
envy.
Jealousy that was ignored.
The agonizing jealousy of being excluded!
She was the first! She was the first person Lynn rescued from despair in the ruins of Sokovia! She was the only person Lynn himself acknowledged as his bottom line!
But what about now?
Like a clown, she stood at the edge of the stage, watching two newcomers put on a brutal, bloody drama of vying for mating rights for her man in the center!
And Lynn... he was watching too.
He was on the top floor of that building, coldly watching all of this with those eyes she knew and adored most.
He did not stop it.
He was even... admiring it!
This thought, like a red-hot Steel Needles, pierced Wanda's reason.
On what grounds?
What right do you filthy, upstart scum have to perform in front of him?
Why should you be able to please him through fighting, while I have to stand here and watch like a wronged, abandoned woman?
No.
wrong.
Lynn wasn't admiring them.
He was waiting.
Wait for me!
He must be waiting for me to make my move, waiting for me to prove to him that I am the most valuable! I am the strongest! I am the only one qualified to stand by his side and wipe away all the trash for him!
This twisted thought instantly filled Wanda's mind, transforming all her jealousy and unease into an extreme, morbid obsession.
Her breathing became hot and rapid, and the last trace of clarity in her Scarlet eyes was completely burned away, leaving only pure madness that wanted to completely distort and destroy everything in front of her!
"You..."
Wanda slowly raised her hands, her fingertips trembling slightly from the effort.
The Scarlet Chaos Particles, no longer swirling, surged wildly from her body like a burst dam.
"... They all deserve to die."
Her hoarse voice was drowned out by the clash of black and gold energies, and no one heard it.
But she doesn't need anyone to hear her.
The next second.
"Buzz--!"
An indescribable, twisted wave erupted violently from Wanda's center!
It was neither an energy Impact nor a magical bombardment.
It means "modify".
It's the most unreasonable and forceful alteration of reality itself!
Within a radius of 100 meters centered on Wanda, all the laws of physics were forcibly torn apart and rewritten at this moment!
Gravity has disappeared.
The molecular structure of air was forcibly disrupted.
The flow of time began to become chaotic and disordered.
A piece of car debris, which was being swept up, was speeding along one second, and then suddenly stopped in mid-air. It then began to rust and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, completing a hundred-year journey in a fraction of a second, turning into a handful of ashes.
This is Chaos Magic.
When its master completely abandons reason and is left with only pure fanaticism, it can display a terrifying posture that is closest to the authority of Deity!
"Um?"
The Dark Phoenix, who was wrestling with Hela, immediately noticed this anomaly.
She could feel that the "environment" around her changed as she released the Phoenix Force.
The Dark Gold flame remained domineering, still devouring Hela's Death Force. But the way the flame burned began to become illogical.
The edges of the flames no longer spread smoothly, but appeared abruptly and disappeared just as abruptly, as if smeared at will by an invisible hand.
A force originating from a higher level is forcibly interfering with her "destruction"!
"Another one... looking for trouble."
The innocent cruelty on Jean Grey's face slowly faded, replaced by a solemn and tyrannical expression of being provoked by her own kind.
She suddenly increased the output of the Phoenix Force, and Dark Gold sea of fire soared into the sky. No longer content with confronting Hela, she transformed into a giant Firebird, spreading her wings to blot out the sky, attempting to burn this distorted and abnormal area, along with everyone inside, to ashes!
However, this was the moment Wanda had been waiting for!
The moment the Firebird Phoenix shape, Wanda's Scarlet eyes locked onto the core of the Firebird —Jean Grey's spiritual essence!
"From his world..."
Wanda bit her lip until it bled, and bright red blood slid down the corner of her mouth, adding a touch of eerie madness to her pale and beautiful face.
"Get out!"
Scarlet Chaos Particles converged before her, forming a visible Scarlet Chains composed of countless twisted Runes.
That was not a physical attack.
That was an "erasure" order forcibly woven by Wanda using her power to modify reality!
She wanted to completely erase Jean Grey from the canvas of reality!
"Boom--!"
The Scarlet chains ignored the Dark Golden Flame that burned everything, pierced directly through the Firebird's body, and fiercely coiled around Jean Grey's spiritual core!
At the same time, the enormous Phoenix Firebird, with the momentum to incinerate everything, swooped down in front of Wanda!
Wanda did not hide.
She didn't even set up any defenses in front of her.
She simply straightened her back and opened her arms, as if welcoming a grand baptism.
She used her not-so-strong physical body to withstand the terrifying heat that was enough to melt divine metal!
"Sizzle--"
The magical shield around Wanda's body groaned in despair the moment it came into contact with the Dark Golden Flame, shattering layer by layer.
The flames licked at her skin.
Excruciating pain!
A pain that penetrates to the bone, a pain that feels like your very soul is burning!
Wanda let out a painful groan, her body trembling violently, her skin turning charred and Carbonization at a visible speed.
But she did not back down.
Her Scarlet eyes remained fixed on Jean Grey, who was bound by the Chaos Chain, the obsession and madness in them burning even hotter than the flames on her body!
pain?
What does pain matter as long as this woman who dared to covet Lynn can be eliminated?
As long as he can see that I am the one who loves him the most, the one who is willing to give everything for him, what does it matter if I am burned to ashes immediately!
Extreme paranoia became her only fuel to fight the pain!
She forcibly distorted the reality around her body, repairing her burned flesh while enduring the continuous burning of the flames, trapped in a bizarre cycle of destruction and rebirth.
Meanwhile, Jean Grey wasn't having an easy time either.
The binding of the Chaos Chain made her experience "nothingness" for the first time.
That wasn't death, but a far more terrifying feeling, one rejected and forgotten by the very rules of the world. Her Spiritual Entity was being stripped away bit by bit from the very foundation of her existence by a ruthless force.
Red and gold.
Chaos and destruction.
One wants to erase the other from reality, the other wants to physically incinerate the other.
The two most powerful Mutants /magical beings are locked in a primal and brutal life-or-death struggle for the right to possess a man!
Their forces clashed, squeezed, and collided wildly in the center of the square, eventually forming a destructive storm of red and gold that was constantly rotating and expanding!
Caught in the middle, Hela became the most unfortunate one.
Her desperate attack, fueled by the burning of her divine soul, was now caught between two even more unreasonable forces, leaving her in a dilemma. The Death Force was being used as fuel by the Dark Golden Flame and twisted and dissolved by the Chaos Magic. She felt like a stone being madly crushed by two giant millstones, her divine soul being rapidly consumed!
"Damn it... those two lunatics!" Hela gritted her teeth, but had to do her best to restrain her power, barely managing to protect herself in this destructive storm that swept across the entire square.
The entire battlefield is completely out of control.
The red and gold energy storm, like a greedy Beast, frantically devoured everything around it.
Ruins, wreckage, twisted steel bars...
Everything was caught in it, and then twisted into the smallest particles.
On the edge of this chaotic, devastated zone, where even the Deity would avoid, in a corner covered by the wreckage of a warplane.
A wheelchair made of Special Alloy was slowly sliding towards the center of the energy storm as the ground trembled violently.
In a wheelchair, a bald old man dressed in a well-tailored suit sat quietly with his eyes closed, showing no reaction to the apocalyptic scene outside.
Charles Xavier.
The "trophies" that Lynn himself promised.
One of the wheelchair's wheels was hanging precariously over the edge of the Abyss torn open by the storm, with rubble and dust constantly falling from beneath it.
All it takes is one more, slightly stronger tremor, or a little more suction from the storm.
This most powerful Telepathy in the world, along with his famous wheelchair, will be swept into that meat grinder of Chaos and destruction, leaving not a single intact cell behind.
Who can obtain the "ticket" promised by Lynn in this chaotic battle that has even drawn out Skyfather-level powerhouses?