Clashing hunting grounds, the fallout of three women's secret rivalry
Negative Zone, atop the Bone Throne.
With a light tap of his fingertip, Lynn perfectly divided the holographic screen in front of him into three sections.
The left side is Jean Grey's perspective, filled with artful gore and mental distortion, with the eerie smiles on the faces of every Hydra agent captured in high definition.
From Wanda's perspective, the cold, Scarlet Code flows like a waterfall over the Helicarrier's systems, exuding an elegance and absolute control at the level of logic.
On the right is Hela's perspective: pure, domineering death is sweeping everything away; wherever the dark energy passes, all things wither and the dead are resurrected.
He watched like a casual spectator, enjoying three horror movies that were showing simultaneously, each with a different style but a unified theme.
And the Triskelion is that unfortunate canvas on which they are vying to paint their own colors.
Triskelion, eight underground floors, weapons testing area.
Hydra squad commander Hank is experiencing the longest thirty seconds of his life.
Thirty seconds ago, under Jean Grey's mental control, he had happily plunged Tactical Dagger into his adjutant's heart, enjoying a blissful, almost spiritual, experience.
Twenty seconds ago, a scorching beam of energy suddenly blasted down from the ceiling without warning, instantly vaporizing him and his "mental companions" along with half the corridor. The excruciating pain of being decomposed by the high temperature even overwhelmed the mental ecstasy, bringing him to a brief moment of clarity.
Ten seconds ago, a wisp of black mist quietly coiled around his charred remains. He felt his bones reforming, his charred flesh writhing, and an endless hunger for the living replaced all his previous emotions. His personality as Hank had died, but his instincts as a "ghost" were forcibly awakened by Hela.
And now...
Hank, or rather, the undead Hank, was staring intently ahead with his eyes burning with eerie green flames.
At the other end of the corridor, an unharmed Hydra agent was in a bizarre, one-legged ballet pose, a twisted, blissful smile on his face just like Hank's thirty seconds earlier.
That was Jean Grey's "work".
"Kill... alive... them..."
The undead Hank let out a roar like a broken bellows from its throat, dragging its broken body forward.
However, just moments before its claws were about to tear that "spiritual puppet" apart.
call out--
Another Scarlet targeting laser descended from the sky, precisely locking onto it.
This is Wanda's "masterpiece".
The Helicarrier's rapid-fire cannons, controlled by the Scarlet Code, have incorporated the objective of "eliminating all non- Hydra high-ranking targets" into their logic. A vengeful spirit crawling from a corpse clearly does not belong to the "Hydra high-ranking."
Boom!
A high-explosive energy blast hit its mark precisely, blasting the undead Hank's newly reconstructed body into countless fragments once again.
Ironically, the agent dancing ballet, being deemed a "mentally sound" Hydra member, was not targeted by the Helicarrier's fire. He even gracefully bowed to the burst of light from the explosion, as if thanking the unexpected accompaniment.
This is the current state of Triskelion.
A bottomless Hell with a completely closed logic, created by three Skyfather-level Yandere, vying for the favor of one man.
Jean's Psychic Network is the first layer of this Hell. It is responsible for creating "actors" so that Hydra agents can perform bloody stage plays while in a state of absolute lucidity.
Wanda's Scarlet Code is the second layer of Hell. It tampered with Hydra's most powerful weapon, causing the "effect" of technology to backfire on the "cause" that created it. The Helicarrier's firepower, like the Sword of Damocles, while clearing out the "foreign objects," also became the most magnificent background music in this Carnage.
Hela's Death Force is the third and lowest level of Hell. It ensures that the "ingredients" for this feast can be endlessly recycled. Any corpse that dies from mind control or from the Helicarrier's gunfire will be immediately transformed into an undead and thrown into a new round of slaughter, providing a continuous source of power for this meat grinder.
Three forces, three hunting grounds, should have been clearly distinguished.
But driven by the three women's intense and undisguised competitive spirit, their boundaries began to blur, leading to violent and catastrophic conflicts.
"That old Asgard woman dared to defile my artwork!"
High in the sky, a hint of annoyance flashed in Jean Grey's Dark Gold eyes. She could clearly sense that several of the "perfect puppets" she controlled were torn to pieces by the ugly undead crawling out of the ground the moment they reached their emotional peak.
This is a desecration of her "spiritual art"!
With a hint of vengeful sneer, Qin's Phoenix Force trembled slightly.
On the sixth underground level, a group of undead who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses and hadn't even had time to experience their "rebirth" suddenly froze. The next second, brilliant Dark Gold flames erupted from their bodies, not burning their flesh and blood, but directly igniting the Death Energy Hela had left in their bodies.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of "soul explosions" rose and fell, and the dead were completely wiped out in the silent golden fireworks.
"Hmph, a mere trick."
In the pitch-black sky, Hela paid no heed. Her Night Sky Sword pointed downwards, unleashing an even more immense torrent of Death Energy.
This time, she was no longer content with simply resurrecting the dead.
That chilling Aura of Death even began to erode those agents who were still "alive" and controlled by Qin's mind.
An agent was banging his head against a wall. With each bang, his skin rapidly turned gray and rotted, thick lividity appearing on his face. Before the smile had even faded, his body had already become a "living corpse."
He is both the spiritual puppet of the harp and the ghostly servant of Hela!
Two completely opposite forces clashed violently within him, causing him to let out a scream a hundred times more shrill than ever before.
"Truly... brute force devoid of any grace."
Within the Crimson Barrier, Wanda elegantly shook her head, expressing her disdain for the other two's "vulgar" methods.
In her view, such a bloody scene would only taint Lynn's eyes.
She gently hooked her finger.
Buzz--
The firepower systems of the three Helicarriers instantly entered "overload mode".
Countless beams of energy from the naval cannons were no longer content with precise spot firing; instead, they transformed into an impenetrable barrage of death, launching an indiscriminate, carpet-bombing attack on the middle level of the Triskelion building!
Rumble rumble rumble--!
The terrifying explosions continued one after another, and the entire building shook violently.
Neither Qin's spirit puppets nor Hela's undead army appeared particularly vulnerable in the face of this devastating, saturation attack.
Whole swathes of "actors" and "corpse soldiers" were torn apart and vaporized in the artillery fire, without even a chance to be recycled.
Wanda, in this most direct and domineering way, forcibly cleared the "stage," declaring to the other two:
It's time for me to Ending this competition.
The three women did not exchange a single word.
But every clash of their forces, every struggle for their "prey," is a fierce, all-or-nothing, covert contest.
They didn't care about the lives of those Hydra agents, or the survival of this building.
All they cared about was the gaze the man on the Throne cast upon them.
Whose methods will please him more?
Whose despair would satisfy him more?
Who will win tonight?
Mortals can only tremble and scream in the aftermath of this battle of gods, before turning to dust.
Top floor office.
Nick Fury is hiding under a blast-proof table made of Vibranium and high-strength alloys. His once-proud command center has now become a crumbling ruin.
His one eye was fixed intently on the only surviving, flickering surveillance screen.
On the screen, absurd and terrifying scenes were unfolding, scenes he could never have imagined in his entire life.
A Winter Soldier, just a moment ago under Jean's mental control, was performing a comical mechanical dance with his metal arms.
The next second, he was tackled to the ground by a group of resurrected undead agents and torn apart alive.
Immediately afterward, before the undead could finish their "feast," a beam of light from a naval cannon descended from the sky, blasting them, along with the remains of the Winter Soldier, into nothingness.
Fury's body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.
It wasn't out of fear, but because of a deeper... realization.
He finally understood.
Lynn... that man wasn't declaring war on S.H.I.E.L.D.. or Hydra at all.
He was just... walking his dog.
Hela, Wanda, and Jean Grey —three terrifying beings capable of destroying the world—were his three hounds, who fought tooth and nail over a single bone...
Suddenly, the floor above Fury's head groaned under the weight of the slab.
Click!
A huge hole was torn open, sending debris and sparks flying everywhere.
A figure fell heavily from the hole, landing on the floor not far from Fury.
He is Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier.
One of his metal arms was missing, half of his body was charred black, but his chest was still rising and falling slightly.
He's not dead yet.
However, Fury's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.
Because he saw that behind Bucky Barnes, at the edge of the gaping hole, three distinct yet equally terrifying energies, like sharks drawn by the scent of blood, were frantically converging on this sole "Survivor"!
A glimmer of hope?
No.
In this battle of the gods, any ant that tries to survive will only become the next toy that the goddesses fight over.