72: Chapter 72 Hela Emerges from the Abyss

"It's been a long time since I've breathed in the fresh scent of blood."

Hela took a deep breath. Looking at the corpses of Asgardian soldiers littering the ground, she showed no sadness; instead, an excited light flickered in her eyes.

Stepping over the remains of Asgard's elite like an emperor inspecting her domain, she walked forward step by step, stopping about ten meters away from Lynn.

Hela narrowed her eyes, sizing up the young man in the black trench coat and the four-meter-tall monster, 'Godslayer', behind him.

She could sense an extremely terrifying energy fluctuation from Lynn, one that even made her heart palpitate. It was an abyssal aura that felt as if countless top-tier predators had been kneaded together.

However.

This was Asgard. As long as she stood on this land, she was invincible, and her power was infinite.

"Well done, outsider."

Hela tilted her chin up, speaking in an extremely arrogant, condescending tone.

"You have cleared away Odin's weak, useless army for me. For that, I shall allow you to live."

Lynn didn't speak, merely looking at her as if she were an idiot.

Hela didn't notice the mockery in Lynn's eyes. She spread her arms, and dark green Death Magic billowed behind her like a tangible cloak.

"The era of Odin has ended."

"I, Hela, the true eldest daughter of Asgard and the sole legitimate ruler of the Nine Realms, officially retake the throne today."

Hela extended a slender finger, pointing arrogantly at Lynn.

"Your power is strong. Now, kneel. Swear your loyalty to me, and I shall lead you to conquer the entire Universe."

Dead silence.

The entire square was so quiet that only the sound of the cold wind howling could be heard.

Hiding in the ruins of The Golden Palace, Frigga watched this scene, her breathing coming to a halt. She had thought releasing Hela would stop Lynn, but Hela's arrogance seemed to be provoking an even more terrifying monster.

*Pfft.*

An undisguised sneer broke the silence.

Lynn looked at Hela standing there in her queenly pose and couldn't hold it back, letting out an extremely contemptuous laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Hela's face darkened, her gaze instantly becoming bone-chillingly cold.

"I'm laughing at you..."

The smile on Lynn's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme violence and coldness.

Before his voice even faded!

*Boom!*

The granite ground beneath Lynn's feet instantly exploded into a deep crater.

Passive State: [Physical Spatial Crossing]!

Lynn didn't even need a starting motion; he ignored the ten-meter distance entirely and, like a teleportation, appeared right in front of Hela's face without warning!

Too fast! So fast that even the Goddess of Death's dynamic vision only captured a blur.

"What?!"

Hela's pupils shrank, and she instinctively tried to summon the night sky sword to defend herself.

But she hadn't even finished the motion of raising her hand.

Lynn's right hand—which fused the extreme physical strength of the Hulk, Thor, and Black Dwarf and was wrapped in dark gold laws—had already swung in a wide arc, accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom that tore the air, and slapped her hard!

There was no magic clash.

No fancy moves.

Just a pure, brutally simple, massive slap to the face!

*SLAP—!!!*

A crisp slapping sound, like a thunderclap, resounded over Asgard!

This force completely ignored any divine logic.

Hela's arrogant, pale cheek instantly contorted and deformed. The hideous crown atop her head, symbolizing her queenly power, shattered into a million pieces under this terrifying physical strength!

"Ugh!"

Hela didn't even have time to scream.

She was sent flying sideways by Lynn's slap like a cannonball, traveling at a terrifying speed that exceeded the speed of sound!

*BOOM!!!*

Hela's body smashed like a meteor into the indestructible, thick outer wall of The Golden Palace.

The massive impact punched right through the Uru-alloy wall, which was over ten meters thick! Masonry collapsed, dust flew, and Hela was embedded deep within the ruins of the palace interior.

Lynn stood where he was, pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand with disgust, and then casually tossed the handkerchief onto the ground.

"Locked in a dungeon for thousands of years... your brain must have rotted."

Lynn looked at the hole in The Golden Palace, his tone filled with extreme mockery and disdain.

...

Silence.

The entire Asgardian square fell into a deathly silence.

Frigga, hiding in the shadows, was completely stunned. That was the Goddess of Death at her peak, nearly invincible on Asgardian soil! To be slapped away by a human in such a humiliating manner?!

Just then.

*Rumble—!*

The entire land of Asgard suddenly began to tremble violently.

A surge of dark green Death Magic, ten or a hundred times larger than before, erupted frantically from the hole in the palace ruins like a volcanic explosion!

*Crack... crack...*

Within the ruins.

Hela, her hair disheveled, crawled out from the pile of rubble.

Half of her face was swollen high, and golden blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. For a high-and-mighty god, this was a humiliation more unbearable than death!

On Asgardian soil, her divine body was immortal; as long as Asgard existed, her injuries could heal instantly.

But her pride had been completely shattered by Lynn's slap.

"I will mince you into meat, and nail your soul to burn in the hell of the Underworld forever!!!"

Hela let out an extremely shrill, frenzied roar.

Along with her roar.

The entire sky of Asgard instantly turned a deathly dark green.

*Swish swish swish swish—!*

Thousands upon thousands of black night sky sword condensed from the void. Each sword was several meters long, radiating a terrifying law of death capable of easily piercing interstellar warships.

An endless sea of sharp blades covered the sky like an apocalyptic metal rain, locking onto Lynn below!

Hela's trump card, the infinite magic of Asgard, had fully erupted!