74: Chapter 74 The Queen of Death's Submission

The dark crimson threads of the Bloodtrix were like the fangs of the God of Death, remaining less than an inch from the dim divine core between Hela's brows.

The pure aura of annihilation made Hela experience a fear she had never known in thousands of years. She could even hear the mournful cries of her soul on the verge of shattering.

If she died, everything would be gone.

"Wait!"

The arrogance in Hela's eyes collapsed completely; she roared hoarsely, abandoning all dignity.

"I submit! I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you!"

Lynn's movements paused.

He lowered his head, stepping on Hela's pale cheek, a mocking sneer curling the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you want to chop me into mincemeat and nail me to the Underworld to burn just a moment ago? Proud Death Queen?"

Hela gritted her teeth tightly and closed her eyes in humiliation.

"In the face of absolute power, pride is worthless. You are stronger than Odin and more terrifying than death."

"Good realization."

"But I, as a person, have never trusted verbal loyalty."

The moment his voice fell, Lynn thrust his finger forward!

"Puff!"

The dark crimson threads of the Bloodtrix mercilessly pierced into the center of Hela's brows, directly penetrating her divine core and the depths of her soul!

"Argh—!" Hela let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently.

This was not devouring; it was assimilation.

Lynn brutally carved an irresistible "thought seal" into the deepest layer of Hela's soul. As long as she dared to harbor a single thought of rebellion, her divine core would instantly self-destruct.

A few seconds later, the red light receded.

Hela lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping for air. She knew that from this moment on, her life, her soul, and even her thoughts no longer belonged to her.

"Stand up." Lynn spoke coldly.

Hela shuddered and instinctively obeyed the order, standing up with some unsteadiness. Her dark green battle armor was already tattered, making her look extremely disheveled.

Lynn looked at her, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers very casually.

"Snap."

Passive ability: [Reality Modification] activated!

Dark crimson laws of reality instantly enveloped Hela.

"Click, click, click..."

In Hela's shocked gaze, the black and green battle armor symbolizing the royal power of Asgard rapidly decomposed and reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, the armor transformed into a dark crimson leather trench coat that exuded a sense of oppression and outlined her perfect curves, paired with a tight tactical suit and long leather boots.

The exclusive uniform of the Crimson Court.

The hideous crown on her head was also erased, and her black hair draped softly over her shoulders.

"Not bad, much more pleasing to the eye."

Lynn examined Hela with satisfaction.

Hela lowered her head, forcefully suppressing the last trace of unwillingness in her heart.

"Now, fulfill your duties as a guard."

Lynn turned around and looked toward the deepest part of The Golden Palace, "Lead the way. To Odin's treasury."

Half an hour later.

The underground treasury of Asgard.

Frigga, the Queen of Gods, had already been controlled by the Crimson Guard. Under Hela's guidance, Lynn walked into this treasure vault, the richest in the Universe, as if entering an empty land.

The Eternal Flame, the Casket of Ancient Winters, a counterfeit Infinity Gauntlet...

Lynn didn't even glance at these so-called artifacts. His gaze was locked tightly onto the sleeping pod emitting a faint golden light at the deepest part of the treasury.

The God King of the Nine Realms who had fallen into the "Odin Sleep," Odin.

"Master, Odin is in a period of extreme weakness during his sleep. If you kill him, the entire Nine Realms will completely collapse." Hela stood by Lynn's side, suggesting coldly, without a shred of pity for her own biological father.

"Killing him is too wasteful."

Lynn walked to the sleeping pod and raised the crimson blood watch on his left wrist.

"Boom!"

Countless dark crimson biological tentacles violently pierced through the sleeping pod and brutally stabbed into Odin's aged body!

The God King's extremely pure and ancient Asgardian royal origin genes were crazily extracted and devoured by the Bloodtrix!

The magic artifacts throughout the treasury were also shredded by the devouring force field emitted by the Bloodtrix, turning into pure energy sources sucked into the watch face.

[Ding! Extremely high-purity God King origin genes detected!]

[Massive amounts of cosmic magic energy detected!]

[Gene bank expanding crazily! Bloodtrix repair progress has jumped: 41%... 43%... 45%!!!]

The moment the progress bar stopped at 45%.

Lynn withdrew the tentacles of the Bloodtrix.

Odin in the sleeping pod was not dead, but nine-tenths of his divine origin had been drained. This God King, who once shook the Universe, had been forcefully sucked by Lynn into an ordinary, blind old man in the twilight of his years. Even if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to beat even a Mad Dog.

Lynn clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying foundation within him capable of easily smashing stars, and a satisfied, cold sneer curled the corner of his mouth.

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

Just the moment Lynn finished his "stocking up."

From the communicator outside the treasury came the extremely cold report of The Punisher, Frank.

"Boss, large-scale space jump reactions have appeared in the airspace surrounding Asgard."

"A main fleet of the Kree Empire has surrounded the Divine Realm. The opposing flagship is forcibly connecting to our communication channel, demanding we surrender unconditionally and hand over all of Asgard's resources."

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly.

Kree Empire?

It seems these hyenas in the Universe have sensed Odin's weakness and want to pick up a huge bargain while the Nine Realms are masterless.

Lynn turned his head and looked at Hela beside him.

"Changed into new clothes, do you want to stretch your muscles?"

Hela raised her head, and an extremely cruel, bloodthirsty murderous intent instantly erupted in her pale eyes. She was full of pent-up frustration from being stepped on by Lynn, and she was just looking for a place to vent.

"A group of lowly blue-skinned insects, and they dare to covet the Master's spoils of war?"

A dark crimson night sky sword instantly condensed in Hela's right hand, and she lowered her head respectfully to Lynn.

"Please grant me permission, Master. I will hang all of their heads on the ruins of the Bifrost Bridge!"