The desert in Texas is very distinctive.
Especially at dusk.
The sky seemed to be burned to a coppery red, and under this coppery light, the endless desert of sand also seemed to be dyed golden yellow.
Suddenly.
The sandy ground trembled.
Shaking.
As the trembling became more urgent, it seemed to resonate, and as the sand at the horizon lifted, this trembling gradually moved towards the Flint Monastery, built from stones that had endured who knows how many years of wind and rain.
Bang!
As the vibration extended, with a loud bang, a crack suddenly appeared on the massive stone outer wall of the Flint Monastery.
Initially, this crack was like a delicate black spider silk on the outer wall, but in the span of a breath, it seemed to come alive, rapidly climbing, branching, and spreading upwards.
Fine碎 stones and dust rustled down from the crack.
Immediately after—
The entire Flint Monastery also seemed to tremble along with it.
The next moment.
Boom!
As countless black cracks, which appeared at the base of the outer wall, spread to the top, a quantitative change led to a qualitative change.
The outer wall of the Flint Monastery began to collapse.
Rumble!
The Flint Monastery, which had stood in this desert for an unknown period, collapsed with a thunderous roar, raising dust everywhere, under the watchful eye of the SHIELD Satellite.
"Holy shit."
"Jesus Christ."
"Hiss!"
"Hawk."
As usual, although battles of this caliber were not for them to participate in, S.H.I.E.L.D. was late but arrived, not missing out on watching from a distance.
With the thunderous collapse of the Flint Monastery, gasps of surprise also rang out in the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. Combat Command Center, where only a dozen people were privy to this information.
Sharon couldn't help but gasp as she looked at the building that had collapsed before the fight even began.
Gwen, beside her, also looked at the monastery, completely covered in dust on the screen, her small fists clenched tightly.
However, because Flint Monastery was located in a remote and open area, the dust raised by the collapse came and went quickly.
In fact, almost at the very moment the dust rose, a golden light, ignoring the obstruction of the dust, penetrated through it and bloomed on the sandy ground of the Texas desert.
The blooming of this golden light was like a signal.
Just like the starting gun in a referee's hand before a battle.
With the appearance of this golden light, on the horizon, where it was originally empty, a wisp… no.
Not a wisp, but a large expanse, or more precisely, a blood-red arc centered around the Flint Monastery.
These blood-red hues were like ink dropped into clear water, slowly spreading at first, but then expanding at an astonishing speed, as if the entire horizon was bleeding.
The next second.
A tide of blood-red emerged.
Tens of thousands of Blood Angels formed a blood-red tide, sweeping rapidly across the desert surface towards the Flint Monastery.
But these Blood Angels were different from the Blood Angels like Andrew Chloe that Hawk had seen.
The difference between Andrew Chloe and an Angel was that his wings were blood-red.
But these Blood Angels before him?
To call them Angels felt like an insult to demons.
Because these Blood Angels, they looked even more demonic than demons.
Their shapes could only be described as rudimentary humanoid, but they appeared even more gaunt and twisted; now that the monk robes that concealed their forms were removed, they were even more hideous.
Because beneath their monk robes, their faces seemed to be haphazardly piled up with peeled muscle and congealed foul blood, and their skin was semi-transparent, with blood-red light surging beneath it.
They had no facial features, only two hollows burning with pure red fire on their faces.
Even their wings were not blood-colored and soft like goose feathers, like Andrew Chloe's.
The wings of this group of Blood Angels were tattered fleshy wings composed of something resembling fascia and energy meridians, emitting a teeth-grating tearing sound when spread, and stirring up a putrid,腥 wind when flapping the air.
They didn't scream when they ran.
No shouting.
Nor did they roar, seeming like pure killing machines, silent, with the teeth-grating sound of their tattered fleshy wings cutting through the air, forming a blood-red tornado, howling towards the location where a golden light was gradually blooming amidst the dust.
No way.
Blood Angel Jack and Allan did want to conjure over ten thousand Blood Angels.
Unfortunately… that was impossible. When they traveled through time and space, Jehovah only gave them three drops of Angel blood.
These creatures, resembling skeletal Blood Angels, were also transformed from Vampires.
More precisely, they were an advanced static form of Nomak, the King of Reapers.
What they gave Nomak was a weakened version, the purpose of which was to conceal the truth that Vampires across Europe were gradually disappearing.
These skeletal Blood Angels were what they had prepared to welcome their Lord, and at the same time, after the Death Angel awakened, these skeletal Blood Angels would also be an important force for the Death Angel to take to the Hell Dimension and take over the Hell Dimension.
Right now!
Let this heretic first taste the power of these skeletal Blood Angels, who are neither living nor dead.
Jack and Allan spread their massive blood-red wings, their lips curving upwards, looking into the distance at the golden light, seemingly surrounded by an endless tide of blood-red.
The desert trembled!
A torrent composed of countless skeletal Blood Angels trampled cacti and rolled over dunes. Their claws kicked up golden yellow sand in the sunlight, making the entire earth seem to be spraying blood mist backwards.
The sky was obscured by their figures, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shattered!
As far as the eye could see, front, back, left, right, up, and down, all was a crimson expanse, like a blood-red tsunami pouring in from the depths of hell.
And in the midst of this tsunami, as the dust cleared, Hawk, completely covered by the gold cloth mask, raised his right hand.
The power of his Little Universe, which had begun to burn, gradually condensed into a golden light in his palm.
Accompanied by a roar.
The first wave of skeletal Blood Angels, bearing the brunt, suddenly leaped up, then poured down on Hawk like a blood rain.
Hawk, completely obscured by the gold cloth, neither dodged nor avoided, his palm facing upwards, his voice calm!
"Light Speed Fist!"
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
Golden light bloomed from Hawk's palm, one, two, almost as soon as Hawk's words fell, a sky full of golden fist shadows had already covered the entire sky.
In an instant.
The skeletal Blood Angels, rushing forward like a tide, seemed to truly turn into a blood rain, instantly staining the sky red.
Blood rain fell from the sky, and their corpses also dropped like rain, clattering onto the sandy ground.
But the Death of this first wave of skeletal Blood Angels did not frighten the subsequent skeletal Blood Angels.
The arriving skeletal Blood Angels stepped on the corpses that had fallen before them, attacking Hawk in dead silence, without any shouts.
When Hawk first punched, he already knew what was going on with these skeletal Blood Angels.
Their souls were gone.
Or rather—
Their souls were burned; based on Vampires, and using the Blood Angel's blood as fuel, the Vampire's souls were ignited, thereby transforming them into their current ghastly skeletal Blood Angel appearance, only obeying commands.
However… thoughts aside.
This did not delay Hawk's punching in the slightest.
At this moment, Hawk, wearing the Gemini gold cloth, fully covered, even his eyes obscured by the mask, slightly raised his head, looking at the skeletal Blood Angels surging like a tide before him, his right hand raised, index and middle fingers together, then seemingly casually waved forward.
"Galaxian Explosion!"
"Sizzle—!!!"
No sound.
Or rather, the sound was swallowed by a more powerful force the moment it appeared.
Almost at the moment Hawk waved his finger, the space with a ten-kilometer diameter centered on him suddenly darkened, as if all light had been drained.
The next moment.
Countless stars, seemingly scaled down proportionally, were born and expanded in this dark sky.
Then—
Explode!
This was an explosion and collapse on a cosmic scale. Accompanied by the sweeping Impact, all skeletal Blood Angels within a ten-kilometer diameter instantly vanished the moment their bodies came into contact with this cosmic-level Impact.
Yes.
They were not shattered.
Nor were they broken; it was more like they were directly disintegrated and decomposed from a molecular level by an invisible immense force, transforming into the most microscopic red dust, and then completely annihilated by the simulated cosmic collapse force.
When this cosmic collapse anomaly disappeared and returned to reality.
Hawk, wearing the Gemini gold cloth, his mask fully covering him, still floated quietly above the location of the Flint Monastery.
As for the skeletal Blood Angels?
What skeletal Blood Angels? There were no skeletal Blood Angels. Let alone skeletal Blood Angels, within a ten-kilometer radius centered on Hawk, all the sand now had the color of transparent glass.
That was formed by the sand being compressed by a cosmic-level immense force.
Just then.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by two blood-red phantoms that appeared one to Hawk's left and one to his right, whistling.
The next second.
Applause sounded.
With blood-red wings flapping, Jack, floating in the air, looked at Hawk with a playful expression and clapped.
"Well done."
"I have to admit, heretic, your strength is indeed outstanding."
"No wonder the Lord wants you to convert."
"Unfortunately—"
"The Lord has mercy, and also thunder. Since you are unwilling to convert to the Lord, then you are a heretic."
"Don't you know that everything given has already had its price marked in destiny?"
"Screech!"
As Jack's words fell.
Hawk lowered his gaze, looking at the blood-red color, like a rapidly spreading spiderweb, that began to appear on the surface of the Gemini gold cloth he was wearing.
The blood-red color, like the skeletal Blood Angels, spread instantly over his entire body in just the blink of an eye.
Immediately after… Hawk sensed that something was trying to seize control of this clone from him… (End of Chapter)
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