Forced demolition without a warning: The arrival of the Adjudicators' advance team

The blood-red alarm lights spun wildly on the dome of the Chaos Furnace, casting a deathly pale light on Wanda's face.

The piercing buzzing shattered her joy at her recent breakthrough, leaving only a cold, ominous premonition.

This is not an internal system alert.

The voice came from outside. It came from the higher-level enemy she had just deciphered.

Wanda turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed on the holographic Star Map on the central control panel.

Beyond the stable and pitch-black boundary of Negative Zone, an orange dot of light, which had never existed before, appeared out of thin air in an unreasonable way, flashing wildly like an open, emotionless eye.

A cold, synthesized voice rang out amidst the piercing alarm, each word like an ice hammer striking Wanda's heart.

"Warning: Unknown coordinates detected, forced activation."

"Time Anchor... locked."

Wanda's body stiffened.

She understood.

Her act of forcibly analyzing that wisp of energy and maintaining the "erroneous" state was like a hacker constantly probing ports on a firewall.

The enemy's automatic defense system has now been triggered.

Moreover, the other party clearly had no interest in sending a warning email.

Almost simultaneously, on the outer perimeter of the Negative Zone, on the first line of Defense Line constructed by Hela's Undead Legion, alarms sounded in a more direct manner.

The silent Defense Line composed of tens of thousands of Undead Soldiers is the most reliable barrier in this void. They are tireless and fearless of death.

However, in the void directly in front of the Defense Line, space itself began to twist like a canvas that had been stretched incorrectly, exhibiting bizarre distortions that defied any physical logic.

There was no explosion, and no energy fluctuation.

A rectangular orange door, its edges constantly shimmering with light, opened silently.

Behind the door were neither stars nor Abyss, but a pure, incomprehensible void.

Three figures emerged from the door.

They wore uniform brown uniforms with orange stripes, obscuring their faces, and moved with an inhuman, procedural precision.

They made no observations or communication, as if they were simply there to carry out a pre-arranged cleanup task.

The leader took out a strangely shaped metal device, resembling a large pruning shear, from behind his back and planted it steadily in the void in front of him.

He reached out and pressed a button on the device's control panel.

There was no sound.

A fan-shaped, almost invisible transparent ripple swept out from the front of the device, passing over a hundred undead soldiers on the far left flank of Hela's Defense Line.

The next second.

Nothing happened.

But it also seems like everything has already happened.

The hundred-man squad in that area, along with the position solidified by the Death Force beneath their feet, vanished into thin air.

It didn't turn to ashes, nor was it Oblivion by energy.

It is completely and utterly erased from existence itself.

It was as if they had never been there.

A perfectly smooth, absolutely empty gap appeared in the Defense Line, like a piece being cut out of a photograph, along with the background.

The command channel of the Asgard Stability Office fell into complete silence.

Hela sat enthroned on her Throne in the Underworld, sharing her vision with the undead commanders at the front lines. When she saw that scene, the arrogance on her face, unchanged for millennia, froze for the first time.

She could sense the soul fire of every Undead Soldiers.

But just now, those hundred soul flames went out.

It vanished into thin air.

Even their "coordinates" in their own perception were erased.

This is not death. Death is her power.

This is... deleted.

"All units, fire at will!"

Hela's icy voice boomed through the command channel, carrying a hint of shock and anger that she herself was unaware of.

As the order was given, countless jet-black spears formed from the Death Force and arrows imbued with curses rained down on the three figures like a storm.

However, those attacks that were powerful enough to tear through the armor of warships stopped as soon as they got within a few meters of the enemy, as if they had hit an invisible wall. They then gradually disintegrated and dissipated, eventually returning to nothingness.

Physical attacks are meaningless in the face of the opponent's rules.

The three figures ignored the Undead Legion's attack.

They simply adjusted the angle of the "Time Pruning Device" and pressed the start button again.

Another fan-shaped ripple swept across.

Another team of a thousand people, along with the entire space they occupied, was cleanly and efficiently "cut off".

The gaps in the Defense Line are widening with a chilling efficiency.

"Report! C-7 Zone are completely out of contact!"

"Report! Our long-range attacks cannot penetrate the enemy's defenses!"

"Their target isn't us! They're Pruning the boundary rules of Negative Zone!"

On the command channel, a chaotic mix of panicked reports rang out.

Hela abruptly stood up from her Throne.

She finally understood.

The enemy wasn't fighting her army at all.

Her Undead Legion was merely "ants" that happened to grow on this "weed." What the other side wanted to do was to uproot it completely and eradicate the entire area from the map of "existence."

This is no longer an intrusion.

This is a higher-level forced demolition.

The rules at the edge of Negative Zone began to collapse, and large chunks of space were peeled away like shattered mirrors, falling into the unknown void.

Hela's Defense Line are being eroded at a visible rate; collapse is only a matter of time.

Inside the Chaos Furnace, Wanda watched as the green dots representing her units on the Star Map were constantly being erased, her face growing paler.

She knew it was her responsibility.

It was her eagerness to achieve quick results that led to this devastating blow.

Her Chaos Magic can distort reality, but only if there is a "reality" for her to distort.

The enemy is erasing "reality" itself.

The alarm continued to echo throughout the Negative Zone.

Jean Grey and Gwen Stacy Stacy appeared almost simultaneously in the hall beneath the Bone Throne, their faces bearing an unprecedented solemnity.

Their gazes, without prior agreement, were all drawn to the supreme Throne.

Lynn's figure had appeared on the Throne at some unknown time.

He didn't look at anyone, nor at the horrific battle damage report on the Holographic Screens.

He simply sat calmly, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of space, coldly observing the one-sided "cleanup operation" unfolding on the outer edge of the Negative Zone.

The Defense Line are about to collapse.

The entire Negative Zone was exposed to the opponent's "scissors".

Will Lynn personally intervene?

This problem, like a boulder, weighed heavily on everyone's mind.