In the Marvel universe, you start with a colored Hextech item.

Chapter 120 Surprise? Let's see if they arrive fast or kill fast!

Although Lynn didn't know much about the Shenron Universe, he was clear about its core concepts.

Just like the four evil gods in the Warhammer universe, the ancient dragon gods in the Shenron universe will always cast their gaze upon mortal beings out of some inexplicable interest, and bestow blessings upon those who are in harmony with their will.

Although the Dragon Universe is not the main universe of the League of Legends lore, it is deeply connected to the celestial origins of Runeterra and its popularity has never waned. In fact, it was once very popular for a period of time because of the name "Dragon Lord Lee Sin".

Lynn never expected that the Hextech system he was bound to could be expanded to this extent, which was undoubtedly a huge surprise for him.

It's important to know that the two most powerful dragons in the Shenron universe are Aurelion Sol, the Star Forger who rules the starry seas, and Ao Shin, who controls the power of the cosmic storms.

In Lynn's memory, it seemed that only Yasuo, who could ride the wind, could successfully receive the double blessing of the two dragon gods.

Does that mean he can also reach that point?

If he could receive the blessing of the Star Forger, Thor, in the future, his own strength—if not crushing a planet with one hand, he would at least truly touch the threshold of the multiverse level.

Not to mention Lulu, the Protoss who walks the timeline and is jokingly called "purple garlic"!

In an instant, Lynn felt a surge of heat in his heart, and a bright light ignited in his eyes.

He felt his path ahead had been broadened countless times in an instant! Right now, he might not be able to contend with beings of the Ancient One or Odin's caliber, but in the future, he might be qualified to stand on equal footing with them, or even have a go at them!

Feeling the surging power of the storm coursing through his limbs and bones, perfectly merging with the Noxian power and the furious power of Ragnarok within him, the injuries he sustained from exchanging blows with Hulk had long since healed without a trace under the nourishment of the dragon pattern, leaving not even a trace of the old wounds.

Lynn slowly composed himself, his gaze returning to the army whose charge had been abruptly interrupted by the strange phenomenon. A mocking smile curved his lips as he spoke, his voice piercing through the drizzling rain and reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"Why has everyone stopped? Shall we—continue?"

Lynn was able to laugh freely and easily, but the crowd who had originally been determined to surround and defeat him were unable to laugh at all.

Tony and Rogers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their gazes fixed on Lynn, trying to see exactly what had happened in those few short seconds.

Why did Lynn, who was injured and surrounded and driven to the brink of despair just a second ago, completely change his appearance the next second, with his aura becoming as vast and unfathomable as a vast ocean?

This is definitely not good news for them.

Everyone could clearly sense that Lynn was not only back to his peak condition, but was even several times stronger than before.

With the blue-white lightning arcs constantly moving and crackling around him, anyone could see that this was not a normal state improvement.

A conjecture that no one wanted to admit, yet had to face, suddenly spread in everyone's hearts.

Either Lynn was hiding his true strength from the beginning!

This was his last trump card, a backup plan specifically designed to deal with this situation!

As time went on, everyone's expressions visibly turned grim, with Tony, Rogers, and Fury reacting the most violently.

The fighting spirit that had just been rekindled in their hearts was instantly extinguished by this sudden change.

They knew all too well the price they had paid to push Lynn into the situation he was in.

Countless soldiers perished, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite forces were decimated. Rhodey, Barton, and Natasha, three close friends who fought side by side, died tragically one after another, which finally provoked Hulk's extreme rage and barely managed to injure Lynn, giving them a glimmer of hope to level the situation or even turn the tide.

But the scene before them was telling them that what they had barely managed to deal with, despite the lives of three people and countless lives lost, was only the "first stage of the BOSS".

Now, the real second phase has only just begun.

Without a doubt, Lynn, now fully recovered from his injuries and brimming with renewed vigor, was like a heavy hammer, shattering the nascent hope in everyone's hearts.

Beneath the visor of the Mark armor, Tony's eyes first surged with deep despair, then he glanced at Natasha, whose body was covered in blood, and at Barton and Rhodes, whose corpses were barely intact—

The hatred and determination in his eyes were still building.

The first time he felt this profound sense of powerlessness was in a cave in Afghanistan, when he was on the verge of death, feeling suffocated and oppressed—a memory he still vividly remembers.

At this moment, this familiar sense of powerlessness swept over him again, even more intensely than it had been years ago.

He tried everything he could, using all the resources at his disposal, but he couldn't even force the opponent to reveal their trump card.

The final result was the tragic deaths of his three close friends, and he seemed to lack even the ability to avenge them.

But this despair lasted only a moment.

Rod, Barton, Natasha—Tony won't allow their sacrifices to be in vain!

"Jarvis—go all out on the arc reactor, and remove all safety restrictions from all weapon systems."

Tony coldly issued the command to the armor system.

[Sir, Overload Mode will cause irreversible damage to your armor and may even endanger your life!]

"implement."

Finally, Tony piloted the Mark 6 to a slow landing on the muddy ground. Standing beside Rogers, his gaze was fixed on Lynn, the dazzling white light on his chest particularly glaring in the rain.

Conventional firepower is useless?

He would risk his life to see if he could tear off a piece of Lynn's flesh!

Rogers couldn't help but tilt his head back, letting the cold rain pelt his face. His hand, which had been gripping the shield tightly, trembled slightly uncontrollably from the excessive force.

He couldn't think of any way to win the war.

Is this still a war between humans?

He even had a ridiculous idea.

Should he have rushed forward to meet the raging thunder and lightning, and seen if he could have used his own flesh and blood to stop this man who had completely lost control?

He still firmly believed that the justice he upheld was not wrong, but this justice brought about the lives of three comrades, the blood of countless soldiers, and this hell on earth before his eyes.

Even though his heart was filled with despair, and even though he knew he was no match for them, Rogers still took a deep breath of the cold rain, stepped forward, and used his vibranium shield to shield the trembling soldiers behind him.

He dared not hope for victory, but he would never retreat even a step.

As long as he stands here, he will never allow Lynn to slaughter another person who is unable to resist.

Fury, who was lying on the tank roof, watched this sudden turn of events without saying a word or issuing any orders.

He simply took out the pager he had treasured for half his life from his pocket again. The screen still showed the words "sent successfully," but there was still no reply.

He suddenly looked up at the gloomy sky shrouded in dark clouds. His mood was just like the scene before him—oppressive and suffocating. He felt the strength in his hands growing stronger as he gripped his last hope tightly.

Only one thought remained in his mind: he prayed frantically, praying that Captain Marvel would arrive as quickly as possible.

If they don't arrive soon—the newly formed "Avengers" will be completely wiped out here.

"Roar! Roar roar roar!!"

Only Hulk remained in a state of rage.

He looked at Lynn, who was unharmed, and at the still-bleeding wound on his arm. His green eyes turned even redder, and he pounded his fists into his chest, letting out a deafening roar. His aura continued to rise wildly.

Lynn took in everyone's reactions and couldn't help but chuckle.

You're only allowed to trigger the buff that lets you "good guys" turn the tide in desperate situations, but I, the "evil villain," am not allowed to temporarily break through and unlock a second form, is that it?

Everyone knows that the two most crucial elements of a war are a clear understanding of one's own strength and the morale of the troops.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Once morale is completely low, the final outcome of this battle will only be a crushing defeat.

That's the situation right now.

Even the most powerful Avengers showed undisguised despair, so how could the ordinary soldiers following behind them possibly muster any fighting spirit?

Lynn gave everyone a polite smile, but the surging storm power within him made his whole body tingle and itch, and he couldn't help but...

I want to jump around a bit and give this new power a try.

"If you guys aren't going to keep going—then I'll take over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn casually put away the Berserker's Axe, clenched his fist, felt the surging storm and thunder power within his body, revealed a set of gleaming white teeth, and beckoned to the crowd.

With such a great opportunity, of course I should take the time to experience the unique power of the dragon Aoxing's storm!

The next second, Lynn pushed off backward with both legs and leaped into the air like an arrow, plunging headfirst into the densest part of the crowd below!

In everyone's eyes, Lynn had long since shed his previous brutality as a "god of death returned from hell" and had completely changed his appearance.

He was surrounded by dazzling blue and white lightning, like a dragon god who controlled the storm. Every leaping bolt of lightning possessed both extreme beauty and extreme danger.

Lynn, who had leaped into the air, slowly raised his right leg. The lightning around him instantly gathered at his ankle, and he crashed down towards the very center of the encirclement!

Like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, it was about to punish these stubborn people in place of the dragon god who controlled the storm.

A loud "Boom!"

The moment that foot slammed heavily onto the ground, a deafening explosion resounded! Countless bolts of lightning spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami!

This time, however, Thunder's objective was not simply slaughter. Any soldier whose rifle was struck by the lightning experienced an instant short circuit and barrel explosion. The fire control systems of tanks and the communication equipment of armored vehicles were all paralyzed under the impact of Thunder. Even the fighter jets circling in the air experienced brief instrument malfunctions.

In the blink of an eye, the entire street's firepower was paralyzed. Hundreds of soldiers were blasted away by the lightning, but they did not die immediately; they were simply rendered unable to fight.

Those closest to the source were undoubtedly struck by the force of the thunder, instantly turning into charred remains in the blink of an eye, leaving a burnt smell in the air.

Those who were lucky enough not to be chosen suddenly had their pupils shrink.

This was nothing like the feeling of punches landing on flesh before. In just a moment, everyone saw more than a dozen dark black charcoal blocks around Lynn. The impact they received was more terrifying than an axe!

After all, no matter how exaggerated the axe's performance was, in their eyes it was still within the scope of physical attacks, an attack method they could understand. But now—this is magic!

Even if it's magic—how can it control lightning?

This is simply unheard of!

Lynn wanted more than just a violent massacre; he wanted to completely crush the will to resist of these people.

With just one move, Lynn cleared out an absolute vacuum along the entire Pennsylvania Avenue!

This level of control and dominance has increased by more than one level compared to the previous stage when he was wielding two axes!

"Damn it!"

Tony and Rogers cursed in unison.

They could see clearly that Lynn was even more terrifying and powerful than before!

Both of them couldn't help but wonder in their hearts if the raging thunder was not a divine punishment from heaven, but rather a reward for Lynn.

Could it be that even the heavens disapprove of their actions and have sided with Lynn?

Bronsky, who was hiding behind the broken wall, had already shrunk down, only daring to show one eye, staring intently at the movements in the center of the battlefield.

He had originally planned to wait until both sides were exhausted before picking up the scraps, but now, seeing how Lynn casually paralyzed the entire firepower network with a wave of his hand, he felt a chill run down his spine and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Forget about finding a bargain; Bronsky felt that if Lynn casually lashed out with a bolt of lightning, he would end up like those crippled armored vehicles.

Despite his fear, a secret sense of pleasure flickered in his cloudy eyes as he watched Hulk struggle to his feet in the distant ruins.

The Hulk, his nemesis who ruined his life, was beaten to such a miserable state—it was exactly the kind of scene he dreamed of seeing.

Ideally, Hulk and Lynn would fight to the death, allowing Hulk to escape the shadow of his nemesis and reap the benefits, obtaining the pardon promised by Fury.

Thinking of this, Bronsky quietly moved back a few steps, completely hiding in a ruined area, avoiding the battlefield while also having a way to escape at any time, like the most cunning hyena, quietly waiting for the hunt to end.

But at that moment, a massive green figure, accompanied by a deafening roar, broke through the thunder and storm and instantly rushed to the center of the battle.

Looking at the formation paralyzed by the thunder, and at the unharmed man before him, Hulk's anger erupted completely at this moment.

His massive body leaped high into the air, and his fist, as big as a casserole dish, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed down towards Lynn's head!

Seeing this, Lynn smiled confidently and let out a deafening roar at Hulk: "Well done!"

Just as Hulk's giant fist was about to smash into his face, Lynn still did not dodge.

He took a step forward, mobilizing the surging dragon power and strength within his body, gathering it all in his right fist, and fiercely clashing against Hulk's fist!

Blue and white lightning crackled around the fist, colliding fiercely with Hulk's green fist!

With a loud "Bang!"

The sonic boom exploded instantly, and a visible shockwave spread wildly outward from the two of them, even scattering the rain that filled the sky!

The outcome of this boxing match was as expected.

Lynn stood still, his feet rooted to the ground, not moving an inch, not even his body swaying.

Hulk flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his massive body crashing through several broken walls before landing heavily in the muddy water dozens of meters away, splashing mud everywhere.

His fist-throwing arm was charred black by the lightning, the skin peeled off, and green blood mixed with rainwater dripped down. A pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

But just two seconds later, an even more furious and frenzied roar came from the ruins!

Hulk abruptly stood up from the mud, his charred arm visibly healing at an alarming rate in his extreme rage. Beneath his green skin, his muscles bulged wildly, and his aura became several times more violent than before.

He locked his gaze on Lynn's figure, his green eyes filled with nothing but crimson killing intent, his fists pounding his chest with deafening thuds, ready to charge again at any moment.

When this scene was clearly presented to everyone, Tony, Rogers, and Fury's hearts sank to the bottom.

The worst-case scenario they ever wanted to see still happened.

Now, even a Hulk in a fit of rage is no match for Lynn.

What's the point of continuing to fight?

Just as everyone was gripped by a deathly silence of despair, Fury's pager suddenly emitted a rapid, beeping tone.

Fury looked down sharply and saw that the previously stagnant "sent successfully" message on the pager screen had finally changed.

A completely new line of text slowly appeared:

[Received, on its way.]

Fury's eyes instantly lit up with an unprecedented light.

As long as the delay continues, as long as the surprise arrives, all the disadvantages will be reversed! The end of this battle will be drawn by his own hand!

Meanwhile, Lynn, in the center of the battlefield, suddenly sensed something was wrong. This wasn't due to any unexpected changes on the battlefield, but rather a premonition about the future; his sixth sense was frantically warning him!

Lynn had a feeling that something very bad was about to happen to him, which made him feel uneasy.

In this regard.

He could only attribute everything to Peter's Spider-Sense. Although he didn't know exactly what would happen that gave him this idea, a quick and decisive solution was always the best option!

Immediately, the smile on Lynn's lips faded, and his gaze slowly turned towards Fury, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Oh?

Could it be that...?

Is this the final trump card, finally about to be played?

Perhaps—

Even if she arrives here and participates in this war, Lynn will not show the slightest fear. After all, how can one not make plans in advance for such an extra factor?

Let's see if she gets here faster, or he kills her faster!

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