Hela's death declaration, tearing through the energy shield barehanded

Time seemed to freeze completely in the Main Control Room of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, chilled to the bone.

Scott Summers Summers was stiff, his blood running cold as if it had been drained. He stared intently out the window at the once hopeful, azure energy shield that now resembled a piece of glass art, battered and cracked by a hammer.

"No... no... this is impossible..."

A young Mutants Technician slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed over, muttering the same phrase over and over again. His sanity, his worldview, along with the shattered shield, were crumbling inch by inch.

That's a "Bastion" matrix!

It was Professor Charles Xavier's life's work, the ultimate defense that he claimed could withstand a nuclear explosion! It was the last pride and Utopia of the Mutants!

But right now, those two Deity in the sky haven't even really made a move yet.

It was only when they arrived, vying for attention in front of some unknown being, that the unconscious clash of their auras... rendered this strongest Bastion a joke.

Hope, the moment it was ignited, was cruelly and disdainfully extinguished.

This immense plunge from heaven to Hell brings a despair far deeper and more bottomless than death itself.

"Click--"

Another crisp cracking sound rang out, shattering the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

Hela, suspended high in the dark sky, seemed to have grown tired of this silent competition with the Scarlet Chaos, or perhaps she was simply eager to gain the upper hand over Lynn.

A hint of undisguised contempt and cruelty flashed in her dark green eyes that seemed to look down upon all living beings.

"A bunch of insects hiding in a tortoise shell, how... boring."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like Steel Needles tempered with ice, piercing through layers of sound barriers, precisely striking the eardrums of everyone in the Academy, and penetrating deep into their souls.

It was an absolute contempt stemming from a hierarchy of life.

Under the horrified gazes of all the Mutants, Hela slowly raised her fair, jade-like right hand.

There was no earth-shattering energy convergence, nor any terrifying omens of destruction.

She simply and casually reached out and gently grasped the shattered shield below.

Buzz--!

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to darken!

That churning, sky-covering black cloud of death, as if commanded by an supreme will, began to converge and compress towards Hela's palm at a frenzied speed!

The light was swallowed up, the air was sucked away, and all life was forcibly stripped away in this moment!

A colossal, pitch-black greatsword, formed from the purest death and the chill of the Underworld, slowly took shape before Hela!

It was entirely black, with countless ghastly green Runes representing decay and Ending engraved on its blade. Wherever the sword tip pointed, even space itself was silently Oblivion and withered away.

Night Sky Sword!

But this one was larger, more solid, and more... filled with an aura of destruction than any she had summoned on any battlefield!

Because she knew Lynn was watching.

She would present this first insignificant trophy to her king in the most magnificent, domineering, and unparalleled manner!

Kneel down.

Hela parted her red lips slightly and uttered two cold syllables.

She didn't swing the sword; instead, she pointed the tip of the giant sword at the crumbling energy shield below.

Boom!!!!

A terrifying force, indescribable in words and heavy enough to crush mountains, descended with a deafening roar, carried by her will!

There was no violent explosion.

There was no blinding light.

That enormous Night Sky Sword, the mere Aura of Death emanating from its tip, vanished the moment it touched the "Bastion" matrix—

"Puff..."

Like a fragile soap bubble that has been popped.

That ultimate defense, once the pride of the X-Men and the result of countless hours of painstaking work, couldn't even withstand a millisecond of resistance.

It didn't even break.

Instead... it was erased.

From the point of contact between the sword tips, the azure energy shield was visibly decomposed and Oblivion from solidified energy into the most basic, ethereal particles, which then dissipated into the air.

The entire process was eerily quiet.

It was as if it had never existed.

"Ugh--!"

With the defensive matrix breached, the terrifying pressure from the two Skyfather-level powerhouses, which had been kept out, instantly poured down like a flood bursting its banks!

Inside the Academy, apart from a few core members like Scott Summers and Ororo who could barely stand, all the other Mutants, regardless of age or gender, let out a painful groan at the same moment, their knees buckling as they were pressed firmly to the ground by this Deity pressure, kneeling in humiliation!

Their bones groaned, their internal organs churned, and their proud mutant abilities seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, unable to be mobilized even in the slightest.

Main Control Room, Scott Summers's eyes were bloodshot. He gripped the control panel tightly with both hands to keep himself from kneeling like the others. Through the shattered window, he looked at the figure in the sky who reigned supreme like a queen, and all that remained in his heart was endless bitterness and despair.

The gap... is too big.

This is not a battle, this is a one-sided... declaration.

"Very good."

Hela seemed quite pleased with the posture of the ants beneath her feet. A cruel yet elegant smile curved her lips, and her voice, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, echoed throughout the entire Xavier Institute:

Listen carefully, my property.

"From this moment on, your struggles, your pride, and your ridiculous theory of peaceful coexistence will all be meaningless."

She opened her arms as if embracing her spoils, and in a condescending and gracious tone, announced the final destiny of all Mutants.

"Your Academy, your Genes, your lives..."

"These will all be my first gift to my King Consort, Lynn."

"From this day forward, you are his private property!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an intense, dark green Death Energy, so dense it seemed impossible to dissolve, surged forth from Hela's palm like a tidal wave!

The Death Energy did not manifest as a deadly attack, but rather, like a layer of cold mist carrying a strong sense of decay, slowly and irresistibly enveloped the kneeling Mutants on the ground.

She wasn't going to kill them immediately.

Lynn wanted living assets.

Therefore, she would use her Death Force to erode their will, crush their spirit, and brand the mark of death and submission deep within the soul of each of them! Turning them into a pack of the most docile hounds who would only obey their master's commands!

The deathly mist, representing absolute enslavement, was about to touch the first Mutants student.

Just when Scott Summers and the others had completely fallen into despair and were preparing to close their eyes and wait for death.

On the other side of the sky, within that torn, boiling, Chaos Scarlet Rift, a cold female voice, filled with impatience and sarcasm, finally rang out.

Have you had enough fun?

"The old woman from Asgard."

Wanda's figure flickered in and out of existence amidst the Scarlet energy. She didn't even glance at the Mutants on the ground; her Scarlet eyes were fixed on Hela, her tone filled with undisguised hostility and warning.

"You've soiled your master's collection, can you... afford to pay for it?"