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Chapter 115 Lynn: OI! I'm going into "Musou" mode!

As Fury issued his final command, the entire ruins were instantly set ablaze.

A deluge of bullets and artillery fire swept towards Lynn, like endless waves of raging sea, one after another, converging from all directions, and finally all crashing down on the lone figure in the center of the ruins.

This devastating firepower not only conceals the Avengers' overwhelming hatred for the tragic deaths of their comrades, but also the insane determination of the American leadership to regain the initiative and salvage their lost face.

The president has safely evacuated, and there are no longer any concerns about causing further harm. Their task is to use the most extreme violence to destroy the man who has shattered the dignity of the entire nation.

Grind it completely into powder!

The next second, on Pennsylvania Avenue, shocking circles of explosions erupted.

A massive amount of gunpowder exploded one after another on this land.

The White House, already reduced to ruins, was completely overturned and crushed under such massive bombing. The hard concrete and steel bars were turned into fine dust in the continuous explosions and disappeared in the smoke and fire.

But this scene is just the beginning.

It was the beginning of a shared hatred of the enemy, and the beginning of a climax that Lynn personally pushed towards.

Until that figure completely falls, until it's confirmed that there are no remains left—

The end of this massacre will never be reached!

"Boom boom boom" —

"Da da da" —

In an instant, the entire city of Washington trembled violently, as if struck by a magnitude 10 earthquake. Loud gunfire and explosions, powerful enough to shatter eardrums, spread like rolling thunder in all directions of the city.

But no one dared to stop what they were doing.

Soldiers gripping rifles numbly pulled the triggers, empty cartridge cases piling up at their feet, their fingertips stiff, but their eyes fixed on the center of the explosion, as if afraid that demon would burst out of the flames at any moment.

Low-flying armed helicopters and high-flying fighter jets repeatedly swooped down, the flames from aircraft cannons ripped through the daylight, and spent shell casings rained down on the ground.

Main battle tanks lined up in a steel column, bombarding the ruins one high-explosive shell after another. As the gun barrels glowed red-hot, they immediately retreated, with replacement tanks seamlessly taking their place behind them. One after another, they were determined to blast the person in the center of the smoke and dust, along with the entire land, into dust.

Meanwhile, the Avengers at the innermost circle were already blinded by rage, constantly venting their inner pain.

Hulk stood on the edge of the explosion, slamming his fists into the ground and letting out deafening roars, venting all his anger and resentment.

But he dared not rush into that indiscriminate barrage. Even with his strong physique, he could not withstand such dense firepower. Even if it did not kill him, he would be torn to shreds.

Barton, Natasha, and Fury leaned against the broken wall, repeatedly pulling the trigger and releasing the bowstring towards the center of the explosion.

Empty shell casings piled up like a small mountain at his feet, and special-purpose arrows of various functions were fired one after another—armor-piercing rounds, high-explosive rounds, incendiary rounds—as if they wanted to unleash every weapon at their disposal on Lynn.

Although the three women felt different degrees of affection for Rhodes, the sorrow and fear surging in their hearts were exactly the same.

Rhodes was beheaded by Lynn with an axe right before their eyes, without even a chance to resist. Would they be the next ones to die?

This thought, like a venomous snake, clung tightly to everyone's minds, forcing them to suppress the bone-chilling coldness in their hearts with frantic shooting.

Tony, hidden beneath his armor and mask, was now utterly numb.

His mind hadn't fully processed the fact that Rhodes had died before his eyes. His mind was blank, with only images of the two of them meeting at military school, fighting side by side, and developing armor together flashing through his mind.

Extreme sadness and anger choked him up, preventing him from uttering a single word. Only his body's instinct remained, controlling his armor to unleash a frenzied barrage of attacks at the center of the explosion.

Jarvis, controlling the remaining dozen or so Iron Legion mechs, surrounded them from all directions, unleashing a barrage of palm cannons, shoulder-mounted missiles, and cluster lasers as if they were free.

Tony was left with only one unwavering obsession: to make Lynn pay for his crimes in blood and to make him pay with his life as Rhodes.

And so, this relentless offensive, so intense that it left no blind spots, lasted for a full ten minutes.

The action continued until rifle bullets jammed, tank cannons glowed red-hot and deformed, mechs ran out of ammunition, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air to the point of being suffocating. Only then did the group slowly stop what they were doing.

The entire ruins fell completely silent, with only the hissing sound of the cannon barrels cooling down and the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the broken walls.

All eyes were fixed on the center of the ruins, which was completely shrouded in thick, grayish-white smoke.

They were hoping that when the smoke cleared, nothing would be left in that place, and all traces would vanish under the dense barrage of artillery fire.

This is the result they all wanted.

Yet, deep down, everyone harbors a fear they dare not even admit to themselves.

That man repeatedly defied their expectations, constantly revealing new tricks and abilities.

Will he really die this time?

Frank, who had taken refuge underground in the ruins, lay prone on the other side, gripping his shotgun tightly, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwavering worry.

He was also surprised that Lynn did not retaliate, dodge, or become ethereal throughout the entire ten-minute saturation bombardment.

Even though his heart was in his throat, he still firmly believed that the man who was the pillar of his faith would not die from such an attack.

Time passed second by second, and a gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it the acrid smell of gunpowder, slowly dispersing the thick gray fog that shrouded the ruins.

At the same time, a clear outline gradually emerged from the smoke and dust.

The figure knelt on the ground, arms crossed in front of his chest, in a defensive posture, his spine remaining straight even amidst the barrage of artillery fire.

When the silhouette came into full view, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone shuddered, their minds went blank for a moment, their pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and they all gasped in unison, some even holding their breath unconsciously.

Until the outline in my line of sight began to move slightly.

First, there was a slight tremor, and then, under the gaze of thousands of eyes, it slowly straightened up.

When he first stood up, he was a little unsteady on his feet and almost fell forward, but he immediately used the hand holding the battle axe to support himself on the ground, shook his head, and raised his hand to rub his temples, as if to dispel the dizziness brought on by the impact of the artillery fire.

Once fully awake, the silhouette finally stood up straight.

He shrugged, stretched his limbs, his joints cracking loudly, and then let out a triumphant roar towards the sky.

"Cool!!"

With that roar, the last wisp of smoke finally dissipated completely.

When everyone saw the figure before them, the smiling face, and the still-gleaming battle axe in his hand, the closest Avengers froze in place, and even the soldiers of the surrounding army were stunned.

Countless people's Adam's apples bobbed uncontrollably, their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat, their legs involuntarily went weak and trembled, and they could barely hold onto their guns.

"He—he's not dead—he's still alive—"

"How exactly can I kill him?"

"Why—why, why is this happening—ten minutes of saturation bombardment—"

"But—how is this possible? Is he even human?!"

Quiet whispers broke out uncontrollably from the crowd, sounding particularly jarring against the deathly silence of the ruins.

The moment they saw Lynn standing unharmed in the middle of the ruins, everyone's psychological defenses began to crumble madly.

This scene was broadcast live across the United States and even the world. The live stream chat was completely frozen for a few seconds before being flooded with exclamations and frenzied comments. This man had once again shattered everyone's expectations.

The most shocked were the Avengers standing at the very front.

At this moment, Lynn was covered in blood.

His entire body looked as if it had been drenched in scarlet paint. His once-crisp suit had long since been burned to ashes by the artillery fire. His exposed flesh was covered with craters and wounds left by the impact of shells, and deep wounds that revealed the bone were still slowly bleeding.

What made them even more horrified was that those gruesome wounds were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On his skin surface was a thin, almost transparent film, which was the energy shield left by the remains of the [Despicable Throat]. Even though it was on the verge of breaking during ten minutes of bombardment, it still held on until the end.

A chilling thought instantly surfaced in everyone's mind.

Could it be that—such a devastating barrage of artillery fire failed to kill him, and only caused him minor superficial wounds?!

At this moment, Lynn's eyes were gleaming with an intense, eerie crimson light, so bright it was terrifying.

The slight smile at the corner of his mouth, combined with his bloodied appearance from head to toe, made him look exactly like a demon crawling out of hell.

If those present did not have a clear concept of the word "demon" before, Lynn's appearance today completely filled that gap.

What shocked everyone even more was what Lynn said next.

He flexed his wrist, which had completely healed, looked at the crowd frozen in place, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with great satisfaction, "I have to say, being hit by so much firepower really hurt! But—luckily, I managed to take it."

"My injuries are just right, falling to less than half of my peak condition, but not too low either, perfect."

"Speaking of which, I really have to thank you all!"

"Don't overthink it. Since we're already at a point of no return, I don't want to drag things out. Let's get straight to the point and get into the swing of things as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, slowly whittling down the blood would waste so much of my time."

At this point, Lynn grinned at everyone, his smile full of undisguised malice.

This scene, as witnessed by everyone, left them only with utter horror.

He—he did it on purpose!

He endured ten minutes of saturation bombardment, all to reduce his health to below half and trigger some trump card?!

"Lynn!!!"

Tony's armor visor snapped open instantly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the bloodied figure in the center of the ruins. A beast-like roar escaped his throat, and the grief and anger he had suppressed to the extreme erupted completely at this moment.

He pressed the control button sharply, and the remaining few mechs instantly formed a battle formation and surrounded him, their palm cannons flashing a blinding white light once again.

"I'll make you pay with your life as a prisoner for Rhodes!!"

Hulk, standing nearby, let out a deafening roar, slamming his fists into the ground, sending debris flying.

He stared intently at Lynn, his green eyes filled with rage. His previous fear of the artillery fire had vanished, leaving only extreme anger towards the man who had provoked him. His thick legs were slightly bent, ready to charge at any moment.

Just as everyone felt a chill run down their spines and their minds went blank because of this realization, Lynn had already started to stretch his muscles and bones, and the cracking of his joints was like a series of firecrackers.

He walked step by step out of the charred ruins and toward the dense encirclement in front of him. With each step he took, the rubble on the ground trembled slightly.

Berserker's Axe

[Effect 2: Olaf's Blessing - When your own stats fall below half, gain the "Ragnarok" status.]

Ragnarok: Immune to all control effects, doubles power for 10 minutes, 24-hour cooldown.

An incredibly violent aura erupted from Lynn's body!

That was the primal power of the berserker from the far north, churning and awakening wildly within his body with an extreme thirst for war and blood.

Ancient and domineering runes slowly spread along his arm, crimson lines crawling all over his body, echoing the mark of blood rage.

The effect of Ragnarok was instantly maximized, and the doubled power transformed into a tangible shockwave that exploded outwards from him. The charred rubble around him was instantly blown away, and the soldiers in the front row were even forced to retreat by the shockwave, unable to even stand steadily.

Rogers' grip on the vibranium shield tightened suddenly, his pupils contracting sharply. He could clearly sense that the power of the man before him had more than doubled in an instant, and that violent aura was even more chilling than the Hulk's rage.

Tony's armor sensors instantly emitted a piercing alarm, and the threat level on the screen jumped to the highest level, red.

Meanwhile, Frank, hidden beneath the ruins, looked at Lynn, who was unharmed, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Instantly, a fighting spirit ignited in his scarlet eyes.

He picked up his already loaded shotgun, instantly locking the muzzle on the gunner of the foremost tank, his finger gripping the trigger tightly. He couldn't help on the core battlefield—

At the very least, we must help Lynn clear out the heavy firepower on the perimeter and prevent these tanks and cannons from interfering with Lynn's massacre.

But it's not over yet.

Lynn's condition hasn't fully recovered yet.

Just as everyone was still in shock and fear that he was still alive and had not yet come to their senses, Lynn's figure suddenly flashed and appeared in front of a stunned soldier in the front row.

He grinned at the soldier, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His battle axe moved with lightning speed, striking the soldier four times in succession. The crimson mark of bloodlust instantly stacked up to the fourth layer on the soldier's body.

"Relax—"

"Feeling dizzy is normal, after all, you're about to die."

Lynn's tone was as light as a breeze, yet he slowly raised the battle axe above his head.

Noxus Guillotine

【Effect 1: Unleash a powerful slash on the target, dealing massive true damage (Cooldown: 30 minutes/time)】

[Effect 2: If the target has 5 stacks of the [Blood Rage] passive, the damage of this skill will be doubled; and after killing the target, the skill cooldown will be refreshed, and the target will remain at full stacks of Blood Rage for 10 seconds.]

What he wanted was never simply to kill a grunt, but to use that first drop of blood to stack up his Blood Rage, refresh his ultimate skill's cooldown, and make the perfect preparation for the slaughter to come.

In an instant, the berserker power belonging to Ragnarok and the power belonging to Noxus the Hand of Gods surged, collided, and finally merged perfectly within Lynn's body.

Crimson and deep yellow light alternated across his body, ancient runes and war marks echoed on his skin, and the shockwaves around him exploded as if they were tangible, sending surrounding rocks flying.

The moment the two forces were completely balanced and merged into one, Lynn's aura surged to an unprecedented peak.

The battle axe in his hand fell fiercely, and the crimson light of the Noxian Guillotine suddenly exploded on the silent ruins!

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, and blood instantly splattered onto the charred gravel.

A cold system notification sounded in Lynn's mind. Five stacks of Bloodrage were instantly filled, and the 30-minute cooldown of Guillotine was completely reset to zero.

The entire room froze completely.

Everyone watched this scene, their minds blank, forgetting even to breathe.

Several soldiers who were closest mustered their courage, roared, and charged forward with their rifles, wanting to avenge their comrades. But Lynn merely flicked his wrist, and his battle axe drew several smooth arcs of blood, instantly decapitating the soldiers before they could even scream.

His movements were calm and casual, as if he had simply swatted a few flies, without making a ripple.

In the midst of this utter silence, two furious roars exploded simultaneously!

Hulk and Rogers charged toward Lynn like two arrows released from a bow, one on the left and one on the right!

The Hulk's fist, as big as a casserole dish, carrying immense force, slammed down towards Lynn's head.

Rogers, holding his vibranium shield, lowered his body into a charging stance and rammed into Lynn's torso with all his might. The two coordinated perfectly, completely blocking all of Lynn's evasive routes.

Lynn merely glanced at the two of them, then tightened his grip on the battle axe, and with a sweep of his arm, the heavy berserker axe, imbued with double the berserker's divine power, slammed out horizontally!

With a clang!

With a deafening clang of metal clashing, the battle axe slammed solidly into Rogers' vibranium shield, and then, with its momentum undiminished, crashed into Hulk's outstretched fist.

To everyone's horror, Rogers and Hulk flew out sideways like two cannonballs that had been fired away!

The two men rolled more than ten meters on the ground, smashing through the broken walls and rubble along the way, and finally came to a stop by crashing hard into a heavy armored vehicle.

With a loud crash, the armored vehicle was smashed, leaving two huge dents in its body. The glass shattered instantly, and the entire vehicle was deformed and totaled.

Rogers' arm gripping the shield trembled uncontrollably, and Hulk shook his head, letting out a painful groan, unable to stand up immediately.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

With a single axe strike, Captain America and Hulk, two top-tier fighters, were sent flying.

This is the terrifying power of Ragnarok, doubled and stacked with a full layer of Blood Rage.

Lynn casually flicked the blood off his axe, his crimson eyes sweeping over the thousands of people frozen in place before him. A wild, arrogant smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his booming voice clearly echoed throughout the ruins.

"oi!"

"I'm about to unleash my full power! Are you guys ready?"

The moment he finished speaking, the berserker's axe in his hand shone with a blinding crimson light once more, and the blood rage patterns around his body throbbed wildly.

Then, Lynn turned and walked step by step toward the Avengers' encirclement, but every time he took a step forward, the Avengers would subconsciously take a step back.

When their eyes met Lynn's, an incredibly towering figure instantly formed in their minds, like a supreme god!

No matter how much they resist, they will eventually die by those axes!

Damn!

Such a thought only appeared for a moment before everyone quickly snapped out of that state.

He looked at Lynn with an embarrassed expression.

Seeing this, Lynn also felt helpless.

No, why retreat when things have come to this point?

"oi!"

"Since you don't want to take the initiative, then I will!"

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