Cooperation with hidden agendas, a horror film set in the Negative Zone
Lynn's command, "Begin now," was like a starting gun, instantly shattering the deathly silence within the Negative Zone Prison.
There were no extra words, no confirming eye contact.
cooperate?
No, this is the beginning of a new war!
Almost simultaneously, three distinct yet equally chilling forces exploded, transforming this empty dimensional space into a new arena where they vied for their master's attention.
"Snort."
Wanda let out a very soft, disdainful nasal sound. She moved first, and Scarlet Chaos Energy, like living vines, spread wildly from her fair fingertips. It was no longer the violent, reality-distorting form it had been before, but transformed into billions of Scarlet streams of light, finer than Silk.
These streaks of light ignored the barriers of physical space, piercing straight into the void like a group of sharks that had caught the scent of blood, frantically searching for, tearing at, and invading those targets hidden beneath the world's network and torrent of signals.
S.H.I.E.L.D..'s multiple firewalls and Hydra's Top Secret encrypted lines are as fragile as a child's sandcastle in the face of the unreasonable power of Chaos Magic.
In Wanda's eyes, countless Data Stream and magical Runes intertwined and flickered. She seemed to see the astonishment on Nick Fury's old face and the way Alexander Pierce's self-righteous composure was torn apart.
This is not merely about following orders; it's the perfect stage for her to demonstrate her "worth" to her master! Her magic is the cornerstone of this performance; without her, everything is meaningless!
However, just as her Chaos threads were about to completely lock down the main server of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Triskelion, a chilling aura, penetrating to the bone, suddenly emanated from her side.
It's Hela.
The Goddess of Death didn't even glance at Wanda. She simply raised her hand gracefully, and from her palm, a dense, inky Death Force began to surge. This power didn't directly attack Wanda, but rather, in a more insidious way, silently permeated the surrounding space.
Sizzle... sizzle...
For a fleeting moment, the Data Stream in Wanda's pupils showed garbled characters and jumps. Hela's Death Energy was "corroding" her Chaos Magic signals! Like a drop of ink falling into a glass of pure water, though insignificant, it was enough to destroy the overall purity!
This subtle interference caused an extremely minor pause in Wanda's otherwise flawless invasion rhythm.
"Shut up, you old woman," Wanda warned coldly without turning her head.
"Mind your petty tricks, Witch." Hela's lips curled into a mocking smile, and the Death Force in her palm not only did not subside, but instead surged even more fiercely.
Boom!
Under the erosion of the Death Force, the ground of the Negative Zone Prison began to violently churn and reshape itself. The hard ground transformed into a black swamp exuding the stench of sulfur and decay, and pale bone spurs formed from the tangled arms of countless dead souls burst forth from the earth, creating a nauseating jungle of despair.
Immediately afterwards, the sky turned a dark, gloomy gray, and a shattered blood moon, made up of countless skulls, hung high above it, emitting a ghostly, chilling green light that could freeze the soul.
That's not all!
Hela flicked her fingers, sending streaks of dark light into the void. Moments later, accompanied by mournful howls, countless Asgard souls, tormented in the Underworld, were forcibly dragged out of the realm of the dead and transformed into the most realistic backdrop in this horror movie.
They roam through the bone forest and float in the swamp, uttering endless curses and lamentations.
In just over ten seconds, she transformed the entire Negative Zone into a supreme death stage that encapsulated all the fears of the Nine Realms!
Hela admired her masterpiece with satisfaction.
This is art! This is the work of Deity! What do Wanda's sneaky hacking activities matter? Viewers will only remember this despairing scene; that's the soul of the entire live stream!
Just as she was preparing to build a Bone Throne for Lynn using the souls of the dead as the finishing touch, an invisible yet overwhelmingly powerful force of thought quietly intervened.
The Throne, which was about to be completed, had its topmost giant dragon skull pushed slightly by an extremely subtle force, deviating from the central axis by 0.3 millimeters.
This error is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
But for a Deity of Hela's stature, this was an intolerable flaw! A blatant desecration of her own artwork!
Her face instantly darkened, and her dark green eyes, like poisoned knives, shot towards the last woman who had not yet "performed"—Jean Grey.
"Keep your hands to yourself, you redhead." Hela's voice was now filled with undisguised murderous intent.
Jean Grey ignored her warnings.
At this moment, her face bore a morbid, almost obsessive, fervor as she immersed herself in creation. She slowly raised her hands, and that immense power of thought finally found its "protagonist."
The grotesque, muddy mess of the Crossbones on the ground was being slowly, inch by inch, peeled away from the earth by an invisible hand that had been gripping its throat.
His limbs were forcibly pulled apart and fixed in mid-air in a way that violated ergonomics and was filled with pain and contortion.
He was like a lowly sinner nailed to an invisible cross.
"He... is his master's work of art." Qin's voice was ethereal yet frenzied, "Every angle, every wound, must be perfect."
As she spoke, she used her telekinesis, like the finest Scalpel, to begin "sculpting" Crossbones ' body. She carefully turned the broken bone fragments of Crossbones out from the bloody wound, exposing them to the air at a more visually Impact angle. She even controlled the speed and trajectory of Crossbones' blood flow, allowing the dark red bloodstains to outline an abstract painting full of despair and pain on his tattered tactical uniform.
This is her stage! The signals and background are merely supporting elements to highlight this "core exhibit"! Only she can perfectly present the owner's will!
Wanda watched this scene, a cold glint flashing in her Scarlet eyes.
Sculpting? Artwork
They really know how to pat themselves on the back.
The next second, a wisp of extremely obscure Chaos Runes silently disappeared into Crossbones ' body.
Buzz!
The Crossbones, which were being perfectly fixed in place by Qin's telekinesis, suddenly convulsed violently without warning! Like a machine with unstable voltage, the sudden loss of control caused his meticulously designed "artistic pose" to become slightly disheveled.
Qin's face turned pale, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
She felt it! That force acted directly on the nerve center of her Crossbones, forcibly creating a small-scale neural storm under her telekinetic blockade!
This instantly increased the difficulty of controlling her Crossbones several times over! She had to devote more of her attention to suppressing the rampaging Bioelectricity!
"Crazy woman!" Qin gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.
Three women, three kinds of power, three completely different performances.
They are cooperating, yet they are also using their respective strengths to sabotage and intensify the conflict between the other two!
Wanda's Chaos threads, under the continuous erosion of Death Energy, were consumed 30% more than expected.
Hela's death stage, due to Jean's occasional psychic manipulation, could never achieve the absolute perfection she sought in its details.
Furthermore, the "design" of the Crossbones by Jean, under Wanda's subtle manipulation, turned into a highly difficult mental struggle.
They were like three top artists forced to compete on the same stage, having to create their own masterpieces while also guarding against the ink splashed by their peers.
The scene was absurd, yet filled with a suffocating tension.
Lynn, seated on his Throne, watched all of this with indifference.
He took in their underhanded maneuvering, their subtle actions, and the burning jealousy and competitive spirit in their eyes.
very good.
very good.
Only under such extreme competition can their potential be squeezed to its fullest extent.
The final product will undoubtedly surpass the heights that any one of them could have achieved individually.
finally--
After an unknown amount of time, this silent war came to Veil.
At Wanda's fingertip, the last wisp of Scarlet thread connected with a coordinate in the void, forcibly establishing a signal channel stable enough to withstand the Impact of Skyfather-level energy.
Beneath Hela's feet, the last wisp of soul was stuffed into the crevice of the bone forest. The lighting, sound effects, and atmosphere of the entire death stage reached an impeccable peak.
Before Qin, Crossbones stopped its final twitching. Like a dried specimen, he was frozen in mid-air forever in a beautifully despairing pose.
The three women stopped almost simultaneously, and then their gazes all turned to Lynn on the Throne.
They looked like students waiting for the judges to score them.
Wanda took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement and desire for credit, and reported in as calm a tone as possible:
"Owner."
Forced communication... connected.
The moment the words left his lips, thousands of kilometers away, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion underground in Washington, D.C.., all the lit screens, without warning...
It instantly turned Scarlet!