Dragons fight in the wild, their blood black and yellow!
Phoenixes guard the dark, their feathers brilliant!
At the mont when the shadow of the Black Phoenix projected into the Hell Dinsion, at the instant when the shadow of the Black Phoenix unfurled its wings.
The Netherworld projection of Hawke’s Little Cosmos followed closely, perfectly rging with the unfurling wings of the Black Phoenix.
At the sa ti.
Along with the burning dark red flas of the Black Phoenix’s shadow, a Black Phoenix Holy Armor, appearing like crystal yet tallic, also erged in rapid succession.
phisto was instantly shocked upon seeing this scene.
In the next second.
Upon recovering his senses, he roared angrily and swung a punch directly at the standing Hawke in front of him.
"Give your soul."
"Boom!"
Hawke stood still, completely ignoring phisto’s attack.
But!
Almost at the mont when phisto’s massive fist was about to smash into Hawke, the projected Black Phoenix wings vibrated, transforming into a black light that rged into Hawke’s body. Instantly, an irresistible surge of energy radiated from Hawke’s body in all directions.
The energy was so powerful that even phisto was caught off guard and was blasted away.
phisto quickly got back on his feet.
Hawke glanced over and made a remark.
"Fool!"
Do you not know about the invincibility fra during transformation?
It is well known.
During transformations, regardless of how long the preparation ti before the transformation is, or whether the strength after the transformation is great or weak, in essence, during the transformation, the person is assud to be invincible.
Not to ntion being interrupted, even if the Earth was smashed to bits during the transformation, the person in the process of transforming is assud to take no damage.
This is the code of the martial world.
Just after Hawke remarked on phisto’s breach of this code, the Black Phoenix Holy Armor above promptly disassembled into pieces, with dark red flas sweeping toward Hawke.
First to arrive were the sharpest and most lethal claw armors.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Armguards, leg guards, greaves... nurous Holy Armor pieces gleaming amidst the dark red flas coated his body perfectly amid a series of crisp clashes.
Dark red flas swept over his legs, and the calf guards and battle boots, like Black Gemstones, ford and wrapped around him in the flas.
As the helt, forged from the sa Black Gemstone, lowered, the side wings flared out nacingly like Phoenix Wings with flas, while the faceplate dropped down, concealing all of Hawke’s expressions, leaving only his eyes with an Underworld-like shimr in their half-crimson, half-golden pupils.
Finally!
As a flaming tail feather-shaped waist guard precisely joined the vacant part, a dazzling black light roared over the Holy Armor’s surface, finally finding a gathering point like molten lava.
Boom!
A colossal pair of Black Phoenix wing shadows, made of pure energy, unfurled behind Hawke.
Black flas, centered on Hawke, spread out in all directions the mont he clenched his fist.
Instantly.
Land quaked, mountains swayed!
phisto’s expression turned exceedingly grim as he stared intently at the transford Hawke, donning the Black Phoenix Nether Armor, squeezing out a statent through gritted teeth.
"Netherworld!"
"Surprise!"
Adorned in the Black Phoenix Nether Armor, Hawke spread his hands toward phisto: "It’s only polite to reciprocate. You gave the Ghost Rider as a surprise, naturally, I have a surprise prepared for you too. Now it seems obvious, your gift didn’t surprise much, but my gift, look into my eyes, phisto, tell , did you feel my surprise?"
phisto trembled all over: "Alright, very well, the Reality Gemstone is on you, and... the Ti Gemstone! The Ancient One!"
He now fully understood.
Hawke didn’t sell his soul to any dinsion.
Strictly speaking, he sold his soul to himself.
Hawke really created his own Netherworld, using his son Witch Heart Demon’s Life and Death Law, and the Four Elents of Creation, within just two days.
Yes.
A world, not just a dinsion, but a world a level higher than a dinsion.
And this is almost impossible.
Unless he had the Ether, and even so, it would still be virtually impossible to create a Netherworld in such a short ti.
Unless... the Ti Gemstone!
When Hawke’s Netherworld projection had just arrived, phisto instantly sensed the Power of the Ether, and the yet to fully dissipate Power of Ti.
Only...
phisto spoke in a subdued voice: "How did you convince The Ancient One to lend you the Ti Gemstone?"
Hawke shrugged: "Maybe you won’t believe it, I just went over, said I needed to borrow the Ti Gemstone, and The Ancient One gave it to , unlike what you said, The Ancient One is pretty easy to deal with."
He spoke the truth.
The fact is, the difference was, his promise wasn’t even ntioned, yet The Ancient One could have already borrowed power from his future self.
Relying on the Ti Gemstone to do whatever he pleases.
Hawke thought to himself.
phisto was once again dumbfounded.
The Ancient One?
That bald-headed woman who practiced lifelong celibacy and cultivation?
Is she easy to deal with?
That bald woman has trapped him with the Ti Gemstone countless tis, and because of this, he could sense the lingering Power of Ti on the projection of the Netherworld that Hawk had manifested.
But he quickly regained his composure.
phisto looked at Hawk gloomily: "Do you think you can defeat like this? Don’t forget, this is my Hell. I tricked Odin and the soul of the Eternal here once, and in the end, they were helpless against . Do you think you can handle in my Hell?"
As he said this,
phisto paused for a second, then looked at Hawk with a sinister tone: "Don’t forget, I still have your sister in my hands, aren’t you afraid I’ll burn her soul?"
Underneath the faceplate that completely masked his expression, Hawk gazed at phisto with eyes of half-red, half-gold phoenix hues ("feng" for male, "huang" for female!): "Give my sister’s soul back, and I’ll turn and leave imdiately. I’m not interested in you or your Hell."
He was quite busy.
If phisto had even a little honesty, he wouldn’t even think about ssing with the Netherworld.
God bears witness.
Before phisto ca looking for him, he had already weighed Thor’s hamr, confird the material, and started pondering how to ask Thor for eight or ten tons of Uru tal.
After all, that stuff is strategic material for Asgard, and without connections, it’s very hard to get.
Especially since the amount he wanted was sowhat substantial.
In the end, he was preparing to plot for the Golden Holy Armor, but phisto ca with his little sches. If it wasn’t for phisto, he wouldn’t have thought of using the Black Phoenix Nether Armor as a transition.
So...
From this perspective, he should thank phisto.
Of course,
The premise of thanking him is that phisto releases his sister’s soul.
"Not even close!"
phisto shouted angrily, his expression twisted: "You killed my son, so I have to kill your sister!"
Hawk chuckled at these words.
"You just thanked for killing your son."
"I was lying to you, demons are not to be trusted!"
"Alright then."
Hawk couldn’t argue with this explanation from phisto, nor did he want to. He simply flipped his hand and took out the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract, which sealed a thousand fallen saints’ evil spirits, and weighed it in his hand before looking at phisto.
"How about a trade with this? Give back my sister, and you get the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract."
"...Bring it over first. After you give it to , I’ll return your sister."
"Heh!"
Hawk sneered at phisto’s words, "You just said demons aren’t trustworthy, do you think I’ll trust you?"
phisto grinned nacingly: "Believe it or not, give the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract, or I’ll burn your sister’s soul now."
As he spoke,
he reached out his claw, and in an instant, Anya, who had been confined under the guise of being cared for in the palace, dressed in white, was pulled in front of him.
Anya only saw a flash before her eyes, and then she was looking at the man in the Black Phoenix Nether Armor. Although she couldn’t see his face, the mont she t those eyes,
she knew who he was.
"Brother!"
"Anya."
Hawk’s icy gaze softened imdiately at his sister’s appearance.
In the next second,
Anya, who instinctively wanted to run towards Hawk, was restrained by phisto beside him.
phisto’s expression was twisted.
"St. Peter’s Basilica Contract, give it to !"
"phisto."
Hawk’s gaze beca cold and he stared directly at phisto: "I’ll say it one last ti, release my sister first, then it’s the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract."
phisto grinned viciously, his claw resting on Anya’s head, looking at Hawk with apparent impunity: "I’ll say it one last ti too, give the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract!"
Hawk’s faceplate retracted, fully exposing his face to Anya, and he gave a slight smile.
"Do you trust your brother?"
"Of course, my brother is the best in the world."
"Good!"
Hearing Anya’s words, Hawk smiled gently, then looked at phisto with eyes filled with boundless indifference: "Go ahead."
phisto was slightly startled.
"What?"
"Go ahead!"
Hawk’s tone was cold as he looked directly at phisto: "If you have the guts, burn my sister. Once you do, the next second I’ll tear up the St. Peter’s Basilica Contract and contend with you for the ownership of Earth’s souls. And I assure you, from then on, I’ll do nothing but focus on you, personally serve you until your Hell Dinsion contains no more souls, and no demons can exit. I won’t kill you; I’ll have you guard your Hell Dinsion and watch as you wither and die!"
phisto: "..."
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