Cyclops's desperate counterattack, the Night Sky Sword's cruelty

humiliation.

The extreme humiliation, like countless red-hot Steel Needles, pierced every cell in Scott Summers Summers ' body.

Beneath their feet was no longer solid ground, but Westchester County, rapidly shrinking as seen through the Scarlet Energy vortex. The entire Academy, their Mutants home, their Utopia, now resembled an anthill dug out of the ground by a mischievous child, held high as a pathetic toy for all to admire.

The air was thin due to the altitude, and the icy wind poured in through the broken windows, cutting like a knife against my face.

But all of this paled in comparison to the disdainful gazes cast down from the two figures in the sky.

One was Witch with a victor's smile amidst the Scarlet Chaos.

The other was a goddess with a livid face and boiling murderous intent amidst the pitch-black Death Energy.

They were arguing, comparing themselves to each other, and showing off their newly acquired "collection" to some unknown "owner" in ways they couldn't understand.

And they are those collections.

"No..."

Scott Summers heard Ororo's desperate, almost groaning murmur beside him. The Storm, who once commanded the winds and rains, was now as pale as a sheet, barely able to stand.

All around were students and their companions, slumped and sprawled on the ground, their faces bearing the same expression—a numb, ashen look after the collapse of their faith.

Peaceful coexistence?

The future of Mutants?

Professor Charles Xavier's lifelong ideals were shattered by reality at this moment, turning into a complete joke.

In the face of absolute power, all struggles seem so ridiculous and laughable.

Scott Summers's chest heaved violently, his oxygen-deprived brain buzzing with extreme rage. He saw the black-clad Goddess of Death, overshadowed by the Scarlet Witch, her dark green eyes blazing with fury that almost materialized.

The Scarlet Witch returned the look with a mixture of pity and mockery, as if she were looking at a loser.

They didn't care at all about the life or death of the "assets" at their feet.

They only care about who can outdo the other in this game of vying for favor.

Screw assets!

To hell with the collection!

A surge of bloodlust, a mixture of despair and madness, erupted in Scott Summers like a volcano. He shoved away Ororo, who was trying to help him, his last vestiges of reason consumed by Scarlet fury.

I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!

Even if it means death, I will tear a piece of flesh from the faces of these two high and mighty Deity!

"Scott Summers! No!" Ororo instantly understood what he was about to do and let out a terrified scream.

But it was too late.

Under the horrified gaze of all the X-Men, their leader, Cyclops Scott Summers Summers, with his hands trembling violently and veins bulging from the effort, resolutely ripped off the special glasses made of Ruby Quartz that had accompanied him for most of his life!

Buzz--!!!

Destruction, suppressed for decades, was finally unleashed at this moment!

Freed from the constraints of Ruby Quartz, Scott Summers's eyes no longer held human pupils, but rather two pure, destructive Scarlet Singularity connected to endless energy Dimension!

Terrifying energy surged wildly in his eye sockets, the scorching air even distorting the air in front of him. The entire Academy building, suspended in mid-air, groaned under the strain of this impending burst of energy.

"Go to hell!!!"

With a heart-wrenching, all-or-nothing roar, two crimson Destruction Beam, hotter than magma and faster than lightning, shot out fiercely!

This was neither his usual controlled bursts of fire nor a tactical sweeping attack.

This was a desperate strike—a culmination of all the energy he had accumulated throughout his life, all his anger, resentment, humiliation, and despair, poured into a single point without reservation!

Wherever the beam of light passed, the air was instantly ionized, emitting a piercing shriek. The solid Alloy Wall was melted through like paper, leaving two smooth, mirror-like, terrifying holes. This destructive torrent, powerful enough to flatten a mountain, carrying a man's last shred of dignity and defiance, hurtled straight towards the arrogant Goddess of Death in the sky— Hela!

He wanted to make this woman pay the price for her arrogance!

However, he was facing God.

"Ha, the roar of ants."

Above the sky, Hela didn't even consider dodging. She had just lost the "micro-management" contest with Wanda and was looking for an outlet for her anger.

The insect's resistance came at just the right time.

Facing that Destruction Beam powerful enough to make any being below the Skyfather-level tremble with fear, Hela merely gave a disdainful snort, and then slowly raised her fair, jade-like right hand, gloved in black.

She simply spread her five fingers and faced the destructive torrent.

The next second, something that terrified all the X-Men happened.

The raging crimson beam, powerful enough to pierce through an aircraft carrier battle group, struck Hela's palm the instant—

puff.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Impact without energy counteracting.

It was like a red-hot branding iron being pressed into a piece of ancient ice.

The Destruction Beam abruptly stopped an inch in front of Hela's palm. The energy at the tip of the beam twisted and struggled wildly, but could not advance any further.

Immediately afterwards, Hela gently pinched her five fingers together.

Click!

It felt as if I had shattered a fragile piece of glass.

The Destruction Beam, which contained all of Scott Summers's life and will, began to crumble from its tip, turning into countless harmless red specks of light that danced in the air, and then... vanished into nothingness.

Casually, I crushed it.

"..."

Inside the Academy's Main Control Room, Scott Summers's eyes widened, the energy within them rapidly dimming from overexploitation. He stared blankly at the sky, watching the woman effortlessly erase his all-or-nothing attack, his mind a complete blank.

gap...

So, this is... the difference between Deity and mortals?

"A very courageous insect." Hela's voice rang out coldly, tinged with a cruel approval. "Since you're so eager to prove your worth, then I'll grant your wish."

"Lynn wants prisoners alive, but... he didn't say he wants them alive, unharmed."

Before she finished speaking, Hela flicked her finger at the suspended Academy below.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four jet-black sword shadows, more solid, more slender, and more deadly than the previous Night Sky Sword, pierced through the air at a speed that surpassed the limits of visual perception!

Their target was neither Scott Summers's head nor his heart.

It was his limbs!

"Ugh--!"

Scott Summers didn't even have time to react; he only felt four excruciating pains shooting through his shoulders and legs simultaneously!

Pfft! Pfft!

Blood splattered!

Four Night Sky Sword, formed from pure Death Force, pierced through his shoulder blades and kneecaps with perfect precision and cleanliness!

"Clang!"

The immense force sent him flying backward, and four jet-black blades, carrying his body, pinned him to the cold alloy floor in a humiliating spread-eagle position!

"Scott Summers!!!"

Ororo let out a piercing scream and tried to rush over, but was paralyzed by the terrifying Death Energy emanating from the four swords, a aura that could freeze one's soul.

Scott Summers lay on the ground, his body convulsing with excruciating pain, but he did not lose consciousness. He could clearly feel that the four swords had not only failed to harm his vital organs, but had instead sealed his wounds with an extremely cold energy, preventing him from even bleeding to death.

At the same time, this Death Energy was frantically eroding his body and suppressing his X-Gene, preventing him from mustering even the slightest strength to resist.

Living is worse than death.

Hela responded to his resistance in the most brutal way.

She not only wanted to destroy his body, but also crush his will, so that he and all Mutants could see clearly—who truly ruled this place!

Having done all this, Hela's gaze, carrying a hint of barely perceptible provocation, swept towards Wanda on the other side of the sky.

See, this is what happens to disobedient "assets".

This is my way: simple and efficient.

However, just when she thought she had won back a point and suppressed all dissent with absolute violence, the four swords of the Night Sky Sword that were pinned to Scott Summers began to emit an increasingly dense dark green Death Energy.

This Death Energy, like a venomous snake with life, began to creep along the cracks in the floor, silently spreading towards the unconscious, younger Mutants students...

Hela's punishment, though it spared their lives.

But her violent Death Energy has begun to leak out of control and is about to affect other "Mutants assets"!