Wanda's Forced Intervention, the Shura of Two Gods Traveling Together
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Two words, light and airy, yet like two invisible Steel Needles, instantly pierced the brief, triumphant atmosphere in the laboratory, dominated by the victor Hela.
Hela, who was preparing to transform into a Hela of Death Energy and head to Westchester County in the most elegant and swift manner to carry out her "master's" mission, suddenly froze.
She slowly turned around, her haughty, venomous dark green eyes, filled with undisguised coldness and disgust, landing on the source of the voice— Wanda.
The air froze once again.
A ghostly blue light flowed across the Alloy Wall, but it could not dispel the murderous intent that permeated between the two men, an intent that seemed to freeze their very souls.
Lynn didn't move.
He hadn't even fully withdrawn his hand from Hela's chin; the cool, smooth touch of the Goddess of Death still seemed to linger on his fingertips. He simply stood there quietly, like a detached spectator, watching with great interest this drama that had just subsided but was about to begin again.
His heart remained calm, but instead, a subtle sense of pleasure arose within him.
Let's fight.
Fight to your heart's content.
The more you hate each other, the more frantically you try to prove your worth, the sharper and more obedient you will become in my hands.
Wanda emerged from the shadows, each step slow and heavy.
Her Scarlet eyes were fixed on Hela, churning with a complex mix of emotions. There was anger at having her credit stolen, Abomination for Hela's smug expression, but more than anything, there was a raging fire of resentment that threatened to consume her entirely.
On what grounds?
How could this Asgard woman, who rose to prominence later, claim such great credit?
Taking over the entire Xavier's School is not just a trophy, but also the perfect stage to demonstrate Lynn's loyalty and abilities! She will not allow Hela to steal all the spotlight!
"Master," Wanda approached Lynn, bowing slightly, her posture even more humble than Hela's had been, but her voice was like an icy dagger, piercing straight at Hela, "I don't think sending her alone is a safe choice."
Hela's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh? A mortal is questioning the competence of a Deity?"
"I'm not questioning the Deity," Wanda raised her head, her Scarlet eyes clashing fiercely with Hela's dark green pupils, sparking invisible flames. "I'm worried about my master's assets."
She paused, emphasizing each word as if declaring an undeniable fact.
"You just said it yourself, what you need are living assets, not a pile of ashes. And this... Goddess of Death," Wanda deliberately emphasized the word "death," her sarcasm almost overflowing, "Her power is decay and Ending. If you send her to 'suppress,' I fear that by the time she returns, Westchester County will only be a barren graveyard, and your precious X-Gene pool will be completely contaminated by her uncontrollable Death Energy, along with those Mutants."
These words, spoken in a grand and righteous manner, were all for the benefit of Lynn.
But the underlying message was like a resounding slap across Hela's face.
--You, Hela, are nothing but a destructive brute! Your power is corrupting; you are utterly unfit for such delicate work!
"You!" Hela's face instantly darkened, the temperature around her plummeted, and black Death Energy surged and roared wildly behind her like a raging serpent.
That damned Sokovia Witch!
How dare she belittle herself like that in front of her master!
"I'm just stating a fact." Wanda met Hela's murderous intent, which was enough to make even the Deity tremble, without fear. Scarlet Chaos Magic quietly gathered at her fingertips, forming tiny, constantly arising and ceasing energy Singularity.
"To ensure that the master's assets can be recovered intact, I believe I must go along." Wanda's gaze shifted to Lynn, and the aggression in her Scarlet eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a stubborn, eager-to-prove-herself earnestness.
"I will serve as the military supervisor."
"I will use my Chaos Magic to precisely control every energy fluctuation on the battlefield, ensuring that those Mutants assets are only 'subdued' and not 'destroyed.' I will keep a close eye on her to prevent her from being blinded by her bloodlust and ruining your entire plan."
Military supervisor!
These two words were like a heavy hammer, striking Hela's pride hard.
She, the Eldest Princess of Asgard, the Conqueror of the Nine Realms, is about to embark on a mission that requires a mortal Witch to "monitor" her?
What an utter disgrace!
"Insolence!" Hela could no longer maintain her Deity elegance. She roared, and the terrifying energy surge caused the entire laboratory's alarm system to blare wildly. "Just one..."
That's enough.
Just as the two Skyfather-level energies were about to collide out of control once again, Lynn's calm yet authoritative voice rang out.
He simply raised his hand slightly.
A simple action.
But both the surging tide of death behind Hela and the Chaos Singularity about to erupt at Wanda's fingertips were forcibly calmed down by an invisible force at this moment, instantly vanishing into thin air.
Lynn's gaze first fell on Wanda.
He looked into her eyes, which were filled with resentment and pleading, and sneered inwardly, but put on a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was seriously weighing her proposal.
Then, his gaze turned to Hela, whose face was ashen and Hela was burning with rage.
The timing was perfect.
If it had been a second later, those two women would have actually started fighting and destroyed his lab.
A second earlier, the flames of competition and mutual hatred between them wouldn't have burned bright enough.
Now, it's just right.
"Wanda's concerns are not without merit," Lynn finally spoke, his voice like a final verdict.
These words made Wanda's breath catch in her throat, and her heart startle.
Hela's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Hela," Lynn turned to the Goddess of Death, stating calmly, "Your power is indeed overwhelming, unmatched in direct confrontation. But acquiring assets is a matter that requires careful maneuvering."
He didn't criticize; he was simply analyzing objectively.
"Your Death Force do indeed pose a risk of 'contamination' to those fragile carbon-based life forms. I don't want my future Genes pool to be mixed with some inescapable Death Factor."
These words effectively quelled half of Hela's anger.
Because what Lynn said was true.
Her power is essentially about plunder and Ending, so asking her to "show mercy" is indeed asking too much.
"So..." Lynn's lips curled into a meaningful smile. He looked at the two women, who were equally powerful, equally obsessive, and equally filled with a morbid possessiveness towards him, and finally gave the order.
"You two, go together."
He didn't give either side the title of "supervisor," he simply bound them together.
"Hela, take charge of the direct suppression. Use your divine power to crush all their will to resist."
"Wanda is responsible for battlefield segmentation and energy isolation to ensure that the aftershocks of the battle do not leak out. At the same time, she is responsible for guarding those 'assets' that have lost their ability to resist."
"I don't care what methods you use, whether you check and balance each other or compete with each other."
Lynn's voice suddenly turned cold.
I want results.
"Bring the entire Xavier's School, people and property, back to me intact in the shortest possible time and with the least amount of loss."
"Whoever performs better will have priority in the next selection."
His words were like a masterful power operation.
He agreed to Wanda's request, allowing her to achieve her goal of "forceful intervention," without damaging Hela's dignity as Deity. Instead, he gave her a role of "direct offensive."
More importantly, he turned this task into a naked "involutionary race" concerning future status!
Wanda and Hela exchanged a glance, both able to see the undisguised, chilling killing intent and competitive desire in each other's eyes.
They both understood that from this moment on, on the road to Westchester County, they were both "companions" and their most dangerous adversaries.
Whoever performs better and pleases their master more in this mission will gain the upper hand in the future Shura Field!
"Yes, my master."
This time, two voices rang out in unison.
The next second.
A deep, cold black Death Energy and a strange, twisted Scarlet magic erupted simultaneously in the laboratory!
Two figures transformed into two streams of light of completely different colors. Without exchanging a single word, and even deliberately taking different directions, they tore through space at the same astonishing speed, hurtling towards the same coordinates— Westchester County, Xavier 'Xavier's School!
Inside the laboratory, as the two terrifying energies disappeared, the oppressive atmosphere finally eased slightly.
Lynn stood there, watching the direction they had disappeared in, the cold smile on her lips curving upwards even further.
The art of rulership lies in checks and balances.
By letting the fiercest Beast tear each other apart and keep each other in check, they can hunt the most sumptuous dinner for their masters in the most efficient way.
only...
Lynn's gaze slowly drifted out the window to the quiet suburbs shrouded in darkness.
Two Skyfather-level Yandere descended at the same time.
I wonder what kind of despair looked on the faces of those Mutants had lost all protection when they saw the Scarlet and pitch-black light tearing through the sky?