The yandere goddesses added their own scenes, sending soul-deep terror across the screen
Lynn sat on the Bone Throne, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrests in a rhythmic, approving manner.
He was very satisfied.
Very satisfied.
I'm satisfied with the bloodshot eyes of Nick Fury gradually filling with fear, and even more satisfied with Alexander Pierce's momentary collapse in the top-floor office, an elegance he'd maintained his entire life.
Words can sometimes kill more than the sharpest blade.
Especially when these words strike precisely at the enemy's most prized and most secretive abode.
This one-sided mental torture, this intelligence humiliation Dimensionality-Reduction Strike force, has perfectly achieved the effect he desired.
It's time to cut off communication, to let the seeds of fear slowly ferment, rot, and grow into the fruit of despair in the hearts of ordinary people.
However, just as Lynn was about to give the instruction, his tapping motion paused slightly.
He felt the three auras beside him, which he had forcibly suppressed and restrained like docile pets, begin to stir uncontrollably...
That's not rebellion.
Rather, it is a kind of Involutionary Competition driven by an extreme desire to perform and gain the master's approval.
Lynn subtly glanced to both sides out of the corner of her eye.
He saw Hela's lips, painted with dark red lipstick, slowly curving into a cruel yet alluring smile. In her view, Lynn's words, though piercing to the heart, were ultimately too "gentle" for those mortals who wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the coffin.
deterrence?
No, true deterrence is making them completely lose even the courage to look up!
On the other side, Wanda's Scarlet eyes were fixed on Lynn's profile with fascination, but deep within them, a Chaos Nebula spun wildly. She was jealous, jealous that Jean Grey could please her master with a perfect Sweep, and she couldn't tolerate Hela, the newcomer, using more direct violence to demonstrate her worth.
The master crushed the enemy with his wisdom.
Therefore, as the master's most intimate "only one," she has a duty to let those mortals experience a kind of fear that is more desperate than the crushing power of wisdom, a fear that even reality itself trembles with!
As for the Throne, behind Jean Grey, the Dark Gold Phoenix phantom, its wings slightly spread, began to silently emanate a heat powerful enough to burn the soul.
They all understood.
This live broadcast was not only an external intimidation tactic, but also an internal assessment!
Whoever can present the most perfect "performance" for their master in this show will gain even the slightest advantage in the future Shura Field!
The next second, three gazes collided silently in the air, reaching an eerie understanding.
Add more scenes!
They need to add more scenes!
We must use a force far beyond words to bring this perfect performance to a bloody close that will be etched in the hearts of all the audience members!
Buzz--!
Almost at the same time!
A Aura of Death, as black as ink and carrying the meaning of the withering and Ending all things, suddenly erupted from Hela's body! This power did not spread within the Negative Zone, but was instead controlled by her with extremely precise power, flowing backward along the Data Stream constructed by Wanda and eroding it!
It was like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water!
At the same time, from Wanda's fingertips, wisps of Scarlet Chaos Energy, like living venomous snakes, silently coiled around the Data Stream. She didn't choose Hela's domineering and direct energy Impact, but instead used a more bizarre and unpredictable method to forcibly inject the concept of "reality distortion" into the signal!
Triskelion, Strategic Command Center.
"... The aircraft carrier for Project Insight is ready to be launched."
When Lynn uttered those devilishly mocking words, the entire command center remained in a deathly silence, as if its worldview had collapsed.
Nick Fury stared intently at the screen with his one eye, his brain racing at an unprecedented speed, trying to decipher the terrifying truth behind it.
However, he ran out of time.
Sizzle--!
An unexpected change occurred without warning!
The largest Holographic Projection screen in the center of the command center began to distort and flicker violently!
That's not ordinary signal interference!
On the screen, Lynn's figure began to blur, and in its place, wisps of black mist, visible to the naked eye and like living things, were frantically seeping out from the edge of the screen!
"What's going on?! Cut off the signal! Quickly!" a technical supervisor shouted hoarsely.
But it was too late!
The black mist, carrying an indescribable chill, spread out instantly.
The temperature inside the command center seemed to plummet from a constant 24 degrees Celsius to below freezing in a fraction of a second!
Everyone felt as if they had been thrown into a morgue freezer; a bone-chilling cold, not from the surface of their skin, but from the depths of their bones, was seeping outwards!
"Ugh..."
A Level 7 Agent closest to the screen suddenly let out a painful groan. He clutched his chest, and the color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning it ashen.
He felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand!
Each beat felt like it was squeezing out the last bit of life energy from his body!
That's not all!
"Warning! Warning! Massive anomaly has occurred in Life Support System!"
"All monitoring equipment is overloaded! It's in progress... Ah!"
Before the Technician in charge of monitoring could finish speaking, the row of monitors in front of him shattered all at once, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, accompanied by a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds!
Crackle!
Countless sparks, like swarms of blue snakes, darted wildly across the charred control panel, plunging the entire command center into a chaotic state of half-light and half-darkness!
The strong smell of Ozone, mixed with a faint, fishy odor like rotting earth in a grave, filled everyone's nostrils.
But this was merely Hela's "appetizer."
What was truly fatal was Wanda's silent and stealthy "ambush"!
Just as everyone was shivering from the chill of death, they suddenly heard a strange rustling sound, like countless insects gnawing on wood.
Nick Fury whirled his head, and his single eye instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead!
He saw that on the walls of the command center, which were made of Special Alloy, strange, Scarlet lines, spreading like blood vessels, were emerging!
Reality is being polluted!
"My hand... my hand!"
A piercing scream drew everyone's attention.
An agent raised his hands in terror. His ten fingers were bending and twisting backward in a way that defied all common biological sense, eventually turning into a tangled mass of writhing flesh!
Then came the second, the third...
Panic, like the most ferocious plague, erupted instantly!
The agents were horrified to discover that everything around them was undergoing a terrifying transformation!
The hard metal tabletop became as soft and collapsed as mud. Blood-red liquid flowed from the overhead light tubes. Even the air itself became viscous, and each breath felt like inhaling scalding glass shards!
This is not an attack.
This is... a breakdown of the rules!
"Hold on!!" Nick Fury roared like Beast, trying to drown out the terrifying sight that would drive any Predator insane.
But his voice caught in his throat the next second.
Because he sensed something even more terrifying.
It was a kind of tremor that words cannot describe.
It wasn't the body trembling, but... the soul!
His soul seemed to be gripped tightly by two invisible hands, one icy cold and the other scorching hot, and then torn apart wildly in two opposite directions!
That was the gaze of the Deity!
A crushing force that transcends space and Dimension, directly impacting the most fundamental aspects of life!
At this moment, for the first time, this most tenacious and cunning king of secret agents on Earth truly felt what it meant to be "Divine Might Like a Prison"!
His pride in his willpower proved as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this force!
He even had the absurd illusion that if those beings on the other side of the screen wanted, they could Oblivion his soul like a crushed light bulb with just a thought!
Boom!!!
Finally, the Holographic Projection screen, which had borne endless fear, reached its limit.
With a deafening roar, the screen shattered completely, turning into billions of fragments that shimmered with Scarlet and black light, shooting off in all directions!
The powerful energy Impact knocked everyone still standing in the command center to the ground!
Communication was forcibly interrupted.
The Hell scene and the chilling terror that could freeze one's soul vanished with it.
The command center was in complete disarray.
Everywhere there were charred equipment, broken glass, and agents huddled on the ground, convulsing with extreme fear.
Nick Fury struggled to his feet, touching his face; his hands were covered in a warm, sticky liquid.
It's a nosebleed.
He looked around, and the faces contorted with fear made his last shred of hope sink into Abyss.
He lost.
They lost miserably, utterly and without any dignity.
Negative Zone.
Looking at the screen, which had turned into a static display due to energy overload, Lynn slowly shifted his gaze away from the screen.
He didn't turn around, but he could clearly feel three burning, expectant, and even slightly boastful gazes behind him.
He didn't say anything.
He simply turned his cold, indifferent, and emotionless eyes slowly towards the man hanging in mid-air, utterly terrified and now completely useless...
Crossbones.