Hawk and Gwen were embracing on the sofa.
But... not long after they embraced, Gwen, feeling Hawk's claws getting a bit restless, opened her eyes, swatted his hand away, and got up from the sofa. Grabbing the latest biology journal, she gave Hawk a glare and walked towards the study in her slippers.
Two months of uniform temptation was enough.
Still want a free extra meal?
Impossible.
Hawk watched Gwen walk up the stairs without looking back, smiled faintly, and then retracted his gaze.
The next second.
His mind sank into the Nether-獄 of the Nether-獄.
The Second Nether-獄, Torrential Rain Nether-獄!
In a boundless World, where strong acid rain capable of corroding souls fell ceaselessly, the six-winged Angel Michael had already become a bloody mess.
His body sizzled constantly as the acid rain burned him.
At the same time, the three pairs of magnificent wings behind him had become like fried chicken wings that hadn't been completely de-feathered.
Furthermore, whenever Michael used his wings to protect his flawless face from the corrosive acid rain, a crimson whip would instantly lash his body, making him let out an uncontrollable scream.
"Ah!"
"Move it!"
The Blood Elf, serving as the jailer of the Second Nether-獄, retracted his whip and roared at the screaming Michael.
Due to being beings of the Nether-獄, Blood Elves are naturally immune to the acid rain here.
And besides the Second Nether-獄, in the other Nether-獄s, there were also Blood Elves acting as jailers, relentlessly whipping the souls undergoing torture.
Hawk appeared abruptly.
Upon seeing him, the Blood Elf immediately knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, King of the Nether-獄!"
"Hmm, you may withdraw."
"Yes."
The Blood Elf rose, turned, and his figure, like lightning, instantly vanished from the Second Nether-獄.
Except for the first female Blood Elf, Keira, and the first male Blood Elf, Kai, who called Hawk Master, all other Blood Elves referred to him as the King of the Nether-獄.
This was Keira and Kai's request.
After all, in the U.S., calling him Master was more intimate than calling him the King of the Nether-獄.
Hawk was too lazy to make a big deal out of this title, so he didn't say anything.
The incessant acid rain of the Second Nether-獄 also temporarily stopped the moment he appeared.
But at this moment, Michael had become completely like a feathered chicken that had been thrown into a hot oil pan and deep-fried without being plucked.
Hawk glanced at him, his eyes crimson!
Pfft!
Michael died on the spot, and upon his resurrection, he was fully restored to health.
"He looks more comfortable this way, not so ugly."
"Heretic..."
Even in Death, even trapped in Hawk's Nether-獄, Michael maintained his Archangel demeanor, staring intently at Hawk: "The Lord will judge you."
Hawk's face was calm.
"Is that so? I don't think he has the right to judge me."
"The Lord has the right to judge any living being."
"Is that so."
Hawk smiled at Michael: "Tell me the coordinates of the Heaven Dimension. I'll go find Jehovah now."
Michael did not speak.
Hawk snorted a laugh.
"See, you don't even have the courage to tell me the coordinates of the Heaven Dimension, yet you spout nonsense about Jehovah having the right to judge me. You don't even believe it yourself."
"The Lord will judge you."
Michael's expression remained unchanged, staring coldly at Hawk, as if he only knew this one phrase: "My faith in the Lord cannot be destroyed by any of your methods. Even if you refine my soul, it will not change this."
Hearing this, Hawk looked at Michael and nodded.
"Alright, then I won't refine your soul."
"..."
Michael's cold expression remained unchanged, but his breathing clearly hitched.
He might have thought himself very discreet.
But this was the Nether-獄. If Hawk wished, every move of any soul could not escape his perception.
So... a faint smile appeared on Hawk's face as he looked at Michael: "Don't worry, not just you, but any Angel souls who come here in the future, I will not refine them. Your future will only be in this Nether-獄, suffering endless pain, for Eternity!"
Michael's expression changed.
But just then, the previously halted, relentless torrential acid rain struck again. In an instant, Michael, whose face, arms, and wings were once again burned and perforated, let out another agonizing scream.
Just as Michael instinctively crouched down.
The Blood Elf reappeared.
"Slap!"
"Get up, move, quickly, birdman!"
"Slap!"
"Ah!"
Michael screamed again, his eyes, perforated by the acid rain, no longer exquisite, still fixed in the direction where Hawk had been before his eyes were damaged.
Unfortunately, Hawk had already left.
He came here to see Michael simply to witness Michael's misery.
That was all.
Hawk never thought of making Michael submit, and even if Michael wanted to submit, Hawk would not accept it.
It is well known.
Those who play with religious faith are all very extreme and sinister.
Either holy war.
Or still holy war.
The most important point.
Michael seemed very eager to defile his Nether-獄. Since that was the case, Hawk was even less likely to let Michael get his wish.
Just as Hawk said before leaving.
Michael's future held only one thing: eternal suffering in the Torrential Rain Nether-獄.
In the evening.
Hawk received a message from Mephisto. He glanced at Gwen, who was panting in a white-stockinged, glasses-wearing teacher's uniform beside him, smiled faintly, kissed Gwen, then put on his pajamas, tore open a spacetime rift, and entered the Hell Dimension once again.
Upon entering.
The Hell Dimension was still in ruins.
Having been here several times and being quite familiar with the place, Hawk went straight to the small tavern in Hell.
Mephisto, who was serving as the bartender in the Hell tavern, chuckled and invited Hawk to sit down, then performed a Hell-style bartending show for Hawk.
After a while.
A glass of bright red Bourbon whiskey was pushed in front of Hawk.
"Angel Whiskey, with Angel Blood, heated with Hell Fire, and paired with Earth's classic Thunder Bourbon."
"Please enjoy."
"..."
Hawk listened to Mephisto's introduction, then looked at the bright red whiskey in front of him, still emitting Hell Fire, and his mouth twitched involuntarily. He looked up at Mephisto.
Mephisto had already taken a sip and was looking at him with anticipation.
Hawk thought for a moment, picked up the glass, and took a sip.
Upon tasting!
A sacred flavor instantly burst in his mouth.
One word.
Delicious!
Hawk's eyes lit up, and he drained the glass.
Mephisto laughed heartily and refilled Hawk's glass.
"How is it? Not bad, right? These birdmen, putting everything else aside, are a treasure trove of ingredients. I specifically left over five hundred birdmen alive. Oh, right, you haven't tried roasted Angel wings, have you? I'll make some for you to try later."
"..."
Hawk looked at Mephisto, who said this with crimson teeth, a ferocious smile, and angry eyes, and chuckled: "Now I'm very certain you and Jehovah are not allies."
Mephisto laughed heartily: "He and I were never on the same path. I only deceive people, but I never play with faith."
Hawk nodded, acknowledging this point.
In fact, upon closer thought, Blood God Madora's lie that Mephisto and Jehovah were in cahoots was very flimsy.
If one thought carefully, they would find that Blood God Madora's words were full of loopholes.
For instance, how could such a coincidence happen?
Mephisto has more than just one life Planet providing him with a continuous stream of souls.
Even if Blood God Madora was incompetent, he was still a Dimension Overlord. How could he coincidentally perish completely after chopping up Deacon Frost?
Too much of a coincidence is not a coincidence, but a premeditation.
And another point.
Mephisto needs souls to maintain his existence.
And Jehovah, like the Celestials, was created by the Celestials as a tool to quickly incubate new Gods.
This alone meant that Mephisto and Jehovah could not coexist peacefully.
Fortunately, he hadn't really believed Blood God Madora either.
Just as he said at the time.
Mephisto might not be a good person, but Blood God Madora might not be an honest person either.
Indeed.
Blood God Madora's very name was fake; his name was Michael, the Archangel of Heaven.
Hawk shook his head with a somewhat speechless smile, taking the glass Mephisto handed him.
"How long will your injuries take to heal?"
"I'm already fine."
Mephisto puffed out his chest.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, his eyes glowing gold. As his gaze fell upon Mephisto, it revealed Mephisto's true form.
Bright red blood, like lava, still continuously seeped from Mephisto's demonic body.
The broken demonic horn on his head was also oozing blood.
Hawk then smiled without speaking, looking at Mephisto.
Mephisto opened his mouth, drained the glass, and took a deep breath.
"One Earth day, one year."
"This time, that old bastard Jehovah caught me off guard and detonated all the Angel souls hidden in Hell, severely injuring me. I need at least a year to absorb Hell energy to recover."
Hawk recalled the ravaged Hell he had passed through earlier, nodded, and looked at Mephisto.
"So, you can't go to Earth to find that developing Hell Angel?"
"Heh heh."
Mephisto shook his head with a bitter smile: "That's the cunning of that old bastard Jehovah. Yes, if no one helps me, I can only watch helplessly as the fully developed Hell Angel comes to contend for my authority."
As he spoke, Mephisto's eyes were bright and he stared intently at Hawk.
As if to say!
Brother, help me out.
Hawk met Mephisto's gaze, his thoughts turning, then he drained the glass and looked at Mephisto.
"Don't worry, I'll help you."
"..."
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