The tyrant descended on Washington: Lynn's higher-dimensional intervention and warning
That chilling aura, enough to make even the Deity tremble, did not come from Hela's Death Force, nor from Jean Grey's burning Phoenix Force.
It originated from a single idea.
A thought simultaneously exploded in the minds of Wanda, Hela, and Jean Grey—
It was a disaster.
They themselves ruined this killing spree, a feast dedicated to their master and a contest for his favor.
Three Helicarriers, three steel mountains laden with devastating weapons and nuclear fuel, are irresistibly transforming into three massive black meteorites, plummeting straight down towards the brightly lit city of Washington, D.C., D. C.
A piercing, air-tearing shriek, like the horn of doom, drowned out all the roar of energy.
The enormous shadow expanded at a visible speed, engulfing Capitol Hill, the monument, and countless mortals who looked up in terror.
Their energy clash paused briefly due to this unexpected turn of events.
The three goddesses, who had been driven mad by jealousy not long ago, lost their fanaticism and arrogance for the first time, replaced by a rare expression of astonishment and panic.
Destroy a city?
For them, it was just a fleeting moment.
But definitely not in this way.
This is not a meticulously planned, lavish sacrifice filled with the aesthetics of violence.
This was an ugly, completely out-of-control incident caused by their infighting!
Lynn will be unhappy.
This realization was like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads from Niflheim, instantly cooling down most of their boiling anger and competitive spirit.
The rules of the competition quietly changed at that moment.
Who can clean up this mess?
Who can win back their master's approval in this impending destruction?
The three men's gazes clashed fiercely in the air, and a new stalemate formed once again.
No one wanted to be the first to lift the Helicarrier, because that would mean handing over the ultimate prize, "Pierce," to the other two.
But no one dared to let the Helicarrier crash, because that would mean all three of them would become the culprits of this failed performance and share Lynn's wrath.
In those few seconds of hesitation and gamble, destruction was already imminent.
On the top floor of Triskelion, Nick Fury's single eye reflected three rapidly enlarging shadows; he could even see the sparks ignited on the Helicarrier's hull by friction. For the first time, this king of agents felt the powerlessness and despair of mortals in the face of absolute natural disaster.
It's over.
However, just a moment before the falling giant ship was about to touch the Capitol Hill dome...
Time seemed to have been paused.
No, it's not paused.
It's frozen.
A force beyond description, transcending all known physical laws, descended silently.
There was no light, no sound, not even the slightest fluctuation of energy.
The three Helicarrier, each weighing tens of thousands of tons and carrying terrifying kinetic energy, suddenly and irrationally came to a standstill in mid-air.
Armor fragments, detached from the ship's hull due to the high-speed fall, hovered in the air.
The black smoke billowing from the broken engine joint solidified into a series of bizarre, static images.
Even the howling wind subsided completely at that moment.
The entire world fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.
High in the sky, Wanda, Hela, and Jean froze simultaneously. Their pride and joy were rendered as insignificant as dust before this sudden, higher-level will.
Their gazes, without prior agreement, all turned to the top of the three Helicarrier.
The space there was like a calm lake surface tossed with a pebble, creating an invisible ripple.
A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the void.
A black trench coat, impeccably pressed trousers, and a face so handsome it would make even the Deity jealous.
It's Lynn.
His true form has appeared.
He didn't look at the three destructive weapons hovering over the city, as if they were just three annoying flies.
His gaze calmly swept over the three goddesses below.
There was no anger, no roar, not even the slightest blame in that gaze.
Only cold.
Like the Eternity vacuum deep within the universe, it is pure and cold, devoid of any temperature.
And... disappointment.
A superior's extreme disappointment with a subordinate who has messed up their job—a disappointment so profound that they can't even be bothered to get angry.
Boom!
This gaze was more lethal than any previous energy clash, striking the three women's souls with deadly force.
The color drained from Wanda's face instantly, her Scarlet eyes filled with the fear and helplessness of a child who had done something wrong. She instinctively tried to explain, but found that her throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and she couldn't utter a sound.
Hela's innate arrogance as the Goddess of Death was shattered at this moment. She subconsciously lowered her eyes, unable to meet Lynn's gaze, and the fingers gripping the Night Sky Sword turned slightly white from the force.
The dark golden Phoenix flames on Jean Grey's body flickered violently like a candle in the wind before finally going out completely. Her face, which always wore a sickly, obsessive smile, was now only pale and filled with fear.
Being ignored is torture.
Being stared at by him with that kind of gaze is a torment deeper than Hell itself.
Lynn looked away, as if glancing at them even once more would be a waste of time.
He simply raised his hand casually and waved it lightly at the three enormous Helicarrier below.
It was like chasing away three annoying flying insects.
The next second, the three stationary steel mountains began to move slowly in an extremely stable and elegant manner.
They glided silently over Washington, D.C., D. C., precisely avoiding all the tall buildings and crowds. Finally, on the wide surface of the Potomac River on the city's edge, the three Helicarrier, like three soft feathers, were lifted by an invisible hand and landed quietly and smoothly on the water, without even stirring up a large wave.
He so casually defused a catastrophe that could have wiped millions off the map.
After doing all this, Lynn still ignored the three goddesses who were now completely gripped by fear and self-doubt.
His gaze fell on the "ultimate prize" they were fighting over—Alexander Pierce's escape pod.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Lynn's eyes.
He stretched out his finger and gently hooked it towards the small tin can.
The Chaos Magic that Wanda had been entwining around the escape pod vanished instantly.
The silver-white escape pod, along with Pierce who had lost control of his bladder in terror, transformed into a streak of light and instantly appeared before Lynn, who restrained it with an invisible force.
This is blatant deprivation.
Lynn showed them with her actions that if they couldn't even handle such a small matter, then she would personally take over this "project".
Your "law enforcement powers" have been revoked.
The three women's hearts sank into an Abyss.
From the victor in a jealous rivalry to the guilty party who botched his job, the change in his status happened in just one minute after Lynn appeared.
Lynn carried the small escape pod as if it were a bag of worthless trash.
He glanced one last time at the ravaged Triskelion below, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
Then he turned around, ready to step back into that void.
He didn't say a single word to them from beginning to end.
"Lynn!"
Wanda finally mustered her courage and called out his name with a sob in her voice.
However, Lynn did not stop walking. His figure gradually blended into the air and disappeared.
Only three once-arrogant goddesses remained, like three abandoned pets, frozen in the cold night sky, shivering.
They knew that, compared to a storm of punishment, this extreme indifference and disregard was the most terrifying judgment.
Now, they face a completely new problem, one even more serious than the struggle for favor—
How can I beg for his forgiveness?