"Hahaha!"
"My dearest ally!"
Mephisto burst out laughing, soared from the ground, transformed back into his human form, and with a relieved smile, spread his arms, intending to give Hawk a big hug.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Stop!"
"Gah!"
Mephisto's figure halted ten meters away from Hawk, staring blankly at Hawk.
Hawk met Mephisto's gaze.
"Someone told me that you and Heaven are allies."
"I, Heaven, allies?"
Mephisto subconsciously lowered his gaze, looking at his Hell Dimension, now shattered and desolate, then looked back up at Hawk.
"Who told you that?"
"Blood God Madora."
"Who?"
Mephisto blinked at the name Hawk reported, then looked at Hawk: "Madola is still alive? Wasn't he stabbed to Death by Jehovah back then?"
Hawk was expressionless.
"He said he was entangled by Jehovah back then, and then you stabbed him with Jehovah's long sword."
"He's spouting nonsense!"
Mephisto seemed insulted, his face visibly reddened: "So you think all of this is a double act I'm putting on with Jehovah?"
Hawk shrugged, looking at the agitated Mephisto.
"I certainly thought so before coming. I tried to confront you a few days ago, but you didn't respond."
"That's because I was stabbed by Jehovah."
Mephisto's expression was indignant!
"When I found out that old man Jehovah was planning to create Hell Angels, I started investigating."
"As a result, I was so focused on the Hell Angels that I forgot about the many unexposed ghosts I was harboring at home."
"Jehovah's souls, taking advantage of my unpreparedness, directly let Michael's warship in."
"Those Angels are all crazy."
"While I was returning to Hell, they launched hundreds of suicide attacks on me, directly injuring me."
"Otherwise..."
Simply put.
Mephisto was careless, thinking Hell was his home, so he returned without any defenses and was successfully ambushed by the waiting Angels.
Heaven itself has a certain restraining effect on Hell.
And Mephisto's relationship with the Hell Dimension is intertwined.
One suffers, all suffer.
After Mephisto was injured by countless Angelic self-destructions, with the master injured, the aura of the Hell Dimension would weaken. With this ebb and flow, naturally, Mephisto almost capsized in a ditch.
If Hawk hadn't appeared, and if the Angels had been allowed to continue their attack, Mephisto might have truly died.
After indignantly recounting the entire process of his ambush, Mephisto frowned, looking at the indifferent Hawk.
"You don't believe me?"
"Your character is such that it's hard for me to believe you."
"Damn it, the Madola you saw was fake."
"I know."
"What?"
"I already know that Madola was impersonated by Michael."
Hawk's tone was calm.
If Michael hadn't gone all out, he might not have been able to catch it, but when Michael burned his soul and unleashed his full power, he detected an aura identical to Blood God Madora's dying breath.
Angel Twin Soul!
Michael, he had met him not long ago, who had performed a Death drama in front of him, and even left behind the Blood Dimension as Madola.
It's just... Hawk frowned slightly, looking at Mephisto, somewhat unable to understand.
"What is Jehovah trying to achieve by doing this?"
"Nonsense, to sow discord in our alliance, of course."
"..."
Hawk watched the jumping Mephisto, his eyes calm with a hint of amusement.
Under Hawk's gaze, Mephisto's reddened face slowly turned black.
"I really wasn't lying this time, and I didn't have any ulterior motives in cooperating with you."
"Perhaps."
Hawk said casually, not elaborating, and redirected the conversation back to Michael's matter: "Michael disguised himself as Madola, then performed a 'dying man's words are good' act in front of me, even leaving behind the Dimension. Is it merely to sow discord between us?"
Mephisto's eyes lit up, looking at Hawk.
"Wait, the Dimension, the Blood God's Dimension. Don't tell me you refined the Blood God Dimension."
"Is there a problem?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow: "I've explored every corner of the Blood God Dimension, and there are no backdoors or anything like that."
As he spoke.
His consciousness once again sank into the Blood Dimension, his six senses covering the entire Dimension 365 degrees without any blind spots.
From top to bottom, from outside to inside.
Not missing a single corner.
Just then.
Mephisto chuckled, looking at Hawk.
"Jehovah doesn't need to leave any backdoors. After you refine the Blood God Dimension, they can instantly pinpoint your location using its aura, and your power is not from this Universe. Behind Heaven are the Celestials. Once..."
"Boom—"
As Mephisto spoke, Hawk, without any hesitation, blasted the Blood Dimension that existed in reality!
In an instant.
The blood pool in the Underworld's embrace vibrated like a tsunami hitting the shore, but after shaking for a while, it slowly returned to calm.
Mephisto also felt the aura of the Dimension's self-destruction, his eyes wide, looking at Hawk.
"That decisive?"
"That decisive."
"You didn't even hesitate?"
"No need."
Hawk's tone was calm: "There are many ways to materialize my power. I don't need to keep such a hidden danger."
It wasn't Mephisto's reminder that the Celestials were behind Heaven that made him decide to self-destruct the Blood Dimension.
He was going to clash with the Celestials sooner or later anyway.
Once the Celestials knew he had stolen Tiamut's life energy, they would surely be at odds with him until Death.
There was only one reason that truly prompted Hawk to decide to detonate the Blood Dimension.
This thing was given by the black-skinned one.
Therefore, even if this dimensional space had no hidden doors, he didn't want it.
In a word.
He found it dirty!
The blood pool and the Blood Elves created from Heaven's souls were different.
Heaven's souls were Hawk's spoils of war.
Spoils of war were the result of his labor.
As for the blood pool, it was also something he had extracted the essence from, discarded the dross, and then materialized using the Reality Stone during his refinement of the Blood God Dimension during this period.
It was the fruit of his wisdom.
As for that Dimension that existed in reality?
If it's gone, it's gone.
Hawk didn't care. Just as he told Mephisto, to truly materialize his Little Universe, there was no need to use something given by a black-skinned one.
First, he found it dirty.
Second, who knew if it would become a hidden danger for him in the future?
At worst, he would just follow the original plan and directly seize the Phoenix Galaxy of the visible Universe to be his own Phoenix Parallel Universe.
Hawk thought to himself, then looked at the dispirited Mephisto in front of him, waving his hand with some disinterest.
"Alright, I'm leaving."
"Leaving already?"
Mephisto was slightly startled, looking at Hawk who was preparing to leave.
Hawk glanced at Mephisto: "Otherwise, what? I originally thought you old man had tricked me and planned to come and beat you up, but... never mind, you're busy, we'll talk after you're done."
Having said that.
He ignored Mephisto's attempts to make him stay, turned directly, took a step, left the Hell Dimension, and reappeared above Pluto.
The next second.
Black Phoenix projected itself, but because the Blood God Dimension that existed in reality had been destroyed, the Black Phoenix, which had been somewhat more real, lost some of that reality.
Even its speed could no longer reach sub-light speed, causing Hawk to take two more hours than on his way there to return to Earth, then break through the atmosphere, and reappear in New York City.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents currently on a mission in the Palm Street community received the message, started their cars, and drove away from Palm Street again.
Gwen, sitting on the sofa, flipping through the latest cutting-edge biology magazine, looked up at Hawk walking in from the backyard, blinked, then put down the book.
"What's wrong? Is Mephisto still not planning to move?"
"No."
Hawk plopped onto the sofa, spread his arms, and naturally put his arm around Gwen: "I almost got played by Jehovah."
Gwen leaned into Hawk's embrace, looked up at Hawk.
"What happened?"
"Blood God Madora..."
Hawk was completely open with Gwen, telling her about his intention to confront Mephisto this time, only to find that Mephisto was almost chopped up by Heaven, and that Blood God Madora was Archangel Michael.
Gwen listened, utterly stunned.
"Archangel Michael?"
"Mm."
Hawk nodded, then looked down at Gwen, meeting her gaze: "But I still don't understand the meaning behind Jehovah doing this."
If Blood God Madora and the Blood God Dimension were bait.
He had already swallowed it.
But where was the hook?
It couldn't really be just as Mephisto said, that eating the Blood God Dimension would allow him to call 'Daddy Celestials' to sanction him, could it?
Hawk couldn't understand.
Gwen thought for a moment, as if she had realized something.
"When we came back from the church, you said Jehovah appeared when Xiao Ben was baptized?"
"Mm, he was quite shocked at the time, but now that I think about it, his shock wasn't because my power had a real foothold, but rather seemed to contain some hidden delight. But at the time, I was happy and too lazy to listen to him ramble, so I just swatted him to Death."
"Then is there such a possibility?"
Gwen said, rising from Hawk's embrace and looking at Hawk: "Jehovah appeared just to set the hook, but the target he wanted to catch wasn't you."
Hawk listened to Gwen's words, meeting her gaze.
The next second.
He blinked...
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