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

Shipyard center.

Lynn stood in a deep pit, his shirt already turned to dust, blood dripping down from the axe.

He held Roland's severed mechanical tail in his left hand, and his right hand held a battle axe to Xin's neck.

Roland lay five meters away, half of his body split open, his dark red modified organs exposed to the air, hissing.

He tried to force himself up, but his spine had been crushed, and he could only lie on the ground howling like a wild dog.

The situation with the letter is even worse.

His prized "ninjutsu" became a complete joke under Lynn's pure violence.

His limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, and his face, revealed after the mask shattered, was as pale as paper, with blood foam on his breath.

"What...are you...?"

The message was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Lynn did not answer.

He looked around; the corpses were piled up like mountains, and severed limbs were scattered in every corner of the dock.

Three hundred people.

The battle has lasted only forty-seven minutes.

They all fell down.

Lynn's appearance wasn't very good either.

There was a 7-centimeter-long cut on his left shoulder, like a knife slash, left by Xin's desperate attack.

Most of the time, the pulse gun grazed my calves, back, abdomen, and other areas, leaving more than twenty small red dots of all sizes.

However, the "Life Drain" effect of the battle axe keeps him in a constant state of combat, restoring a portion of his health with each kill.

At this moment, he felt clear-headed like never before.

Lynn flung the severed limb away, and it fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Do you think having more people means you can succeed?"

"Completely wrong."

"In the face of absolute power, people are just numbers."

"Any scheme or trickery is no match for absolute power, unless... your power is not strong enough."

As he spoke, Lynn walked to Xin's side and slowly lifted his foot.

Under Roland's watchful gaze, he suddenly stomped down.

A "click" sound.

His entire chest cavity caved in, and his limbs trembled.

Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His unwilling gaze glared fiercely at Lynn before slowly falling.

Immediately afterwards, Lynn turned and walked toward Roland.

The half-human, half-snake monster was still struggling to survive; its regenerative vitality was more tenacious than he had imagined.

"Roxon...will not let you get away with this..."

Knowing his fate, Roland did not beg for mercy, but glared venomously at Lynn, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

If looks could kill, he would have been dead long ago.

Lynn found a suitable spot, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

He said softly.

Tell them I'm waiting.

As soon as he finished speaking, the battle axe fell.

The next second, the head rolled off.

The dock returned to its deathly silence, with only the sea breeze still howling.

[Ding! Olaf's trial mission is complete!]

[Kill Count: 317]

[Task Evaluation: Perfect]

Congratulations on obtaining: Berserker's Axe (Permanent)

Before Lynn could react, the battle axe in his hand suddenly glowed with a dark red light, and ancient runes appeared on the blade.

It seemed to have a life of its own.

Berserker's Axe (Bound)

[Effect 1: Life Drain - For each enemy killed, drain their life essence to restore your own injuries and stamina.]

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

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

[Comment: A true berserker never needs a shield; he either cuts through everything or dies on his way to the next axe blow!]

[Bonus Reward: 2000 Hextech Points]

Current Hextech Points: 3500

Holy crap!

Lynn blurted it out.

This has an unexpected extra effect!

"Ragnarok" is Riof's ultimate skill in the game, and now he finally has a third skill that buffs himself.

From the initial "Devil Muscle Man" to the invisibility of the "Bone and Tooth Necklace," and now there's "Ragnarok."

As for "Peter's Senses," it can only be considered a passive skill.

Lynn couldn't help but sigh, "Life is getting better!"

Weighing the battle axe in my hand, it seems heavier, but it feels more comfortable to hold, like an extension of my arm.

After cleaning up the battlefield and making sure nothing was missed, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the darkness around the dock.

He knew that it wasn't as quiet as he had imagined.

"Have you seen enough?"

The sound echoed in the empty dock.

But there was no response.

Lynn picked up his battle axe, turned and walked toward the exit, leaving a trail of scarlet footprints behind him, still wet with blood.

"I know there are many uninvited guests today, so listen carefully, I will only say this once."

"I can guess who's lurking in the shadows, including you all..."

"Don't test my patience."

He stopped and turned to look at the darkness behind him.

"I wouldn't mind making you the next Kingpin."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the shadows of the exit.

……

Apartment in Tribeca district.

When Lynn opened the door, she noticed Frank sitting on the sofa again, wiping his pistol, and a first-aid kit placed to the side.

There were even two cans of ice-cold beer!

A picture suddenly popped into my mind.

Why does Frank seem like a little wife waiting for him to come home?

The moment the thought crossed Lynn's mind, she felt instantly uncomfortable.

"How badly are you hurt?" Frank asked without looking up.

Upon hearing this, Lynn put the axe aside, quickly grabbed a beer, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

The more I listened, the more something seemed off.

"fine."

The abrasions have begun to heal, but the cut on my left shoulder is still there.

Frank didn't say much. He picked up the medical kit, came to the side, took out disinfectant alcohol and sutures, and skillfully treated the wound.

"Sit down!"

Lynn didn't refuse, but cold sweat trickled down her back.

To dispel the strange feeling in his heart, he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Where is Peter?"

"I took him back to Queens, but the kid didn't seem to be doing well."

He asked me...

"If he chooses to kill someone someday, will I stop him?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued.

This is a good thing; the "no-killing principle" is just too naive.

I was surprised that Peter would ask Frank this question.

He thought Peter didn't have much affection for a paranoid like him, and that he would only say these things to him.

Clearly, the two had engaged in in-depth exchanges elsewhere.

"So, how will you answer?"

Frank finished stitching up the last stitch and began bandaging.

"Killing those who deserve to die is not called murder, it's called cleansing."

"Then he remained silent for a long time, and finally said he understood."

Lynn was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and patted Frank on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that child is kind at heart. Even if he wanted to turn bad, he couldn't be that bad. If there really is a problem..."

"I will correct him."

"I have no interest in having another Punisher by my side."

Frank: ...