"In the na of Death, I swear that in the war between the Heaven Dinsion and the Hell Dinsion, as long as I stand in your camp and help you thwart the plots of the Heaven Dinsion, from now on, the souls of all the life I kill shall belong to the Netherworld."
Hawk smiled as he looked at phisto.
Though phisto had promoted the African slave trade, which he quite appreciated.
But that was personal interaction.
Hawk had always distinguished between public and private matters.
phisto looked at Hawk, who wanted him to swear in the na of Death.
"...You don’t trust ?"
"Once again, Old ph, you’re already on my list of untrustworthy individuals. Frankly, I’m really scared of working with you; even my fiancée thinks it’s not a good idea, but I’m still willing to give you a chance. You should thank ."
Hawk spread his hands, looking seriously at phisto.
phisto looked at the earnest Hawk asking for thanks, his eye twitching uncontrollably as he questioned.
"Thank you?"
"You’re welco."
Hawk smiled as he accepted the phrase.
phisto’s eyelid twitched more severely.
"That wasn’t a statent of affirmation."
"I know."
Hawk nodded, then picked up the champagne in front of him, stood up from the high stool, and urged phisto: "Hurry up and swear. Once you’ve sworn, our cooperation will be established."
phisto opened his mouth, looking at the urging Hawk, feeling an impulse to curse.
But...
Thinking of the current offensive from the Heaven Dinsion, he took a deep breath and swore in the na of Death.
After a while.
phisto looked at Hawk with a blank expression.
"Are you relieved now?"
"Yes."
Hawk raised his champagne toward phisto and smiled, "Actually, even if you didn’t swear, just because of your effort in rooting out cri, I would help you, after all, I’m happy to help in eliminating cri."
phisto looked at the smiling Hawk, chuckled, and picked up his champagne glass to clink it with Hawk’s, ignoring Hawk’s words.
Who was he? The Monarch of the Hell Dinsion, no less, not a three-year-old child.
Four eyes t!
With a ding sound.
Hawk’s champagne glass clinked with phisto’s in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
Both drank their champagne in one go.
phisto put down his glass and looked at Hawk.
"Pleasure working with you."
"Pleasure working with you."
Hawk put down his glass and looked at phisto.
"It seems the Heaven Dinsion truly has grasped your lifeline, Old ph, otherwise you wouldn’t be investing so heavily."
"You can’t imagine."
Now that the cooperation was established, phisto gave a wry smile, shook his head, and looked at Hawk: "The life Yahweh created to contend with my rule over Hell has been born."
Hawk raised an eyebrow and glanced at phisto.
"You already ntioned last ti that their seed had already..."
"No, no, no, last ti I only sensed that their seed had been planted, but after you left, I investigated further and discovered the Death Angels are already born."
"Gasp!"
Upon hearing this, Hawk inhaled sharply and looked at phisto: "And you’re just discovering this now?"
phisto shook his head and said, "The invasion of the Heaven Dinsion is that terrifying. If you hadn’t approached , I probably wouldn’t have known about this."
Hawk’s mouth twitched.
He suddenly realized his asking price seed low, no wonder phisto agreed so decisively.
It turns out they weren’t just being attacked by the Heaven Dinsion, but were close to having their ho completely invaded by it.
Hawk thought about it, sighed, and then looked at phisto.
"Alright, do you have any plans, for example, do you know the whereabouts of this Death Angel?"
"No idea."
"...Heaven Dinsion, do you know where they’re hiding on Earth?"
"No idea."
"..."
Hawk looked at phisto, who barely knew anything and kept shaking his head, expressionless: "Then what do you know?"
phisto smiled brightly, "I know that when we attack them, after swallowing the Heaven Dinsion, the Celestial God Team won’t bother us."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"The Celestial God Team won’t intervene?"
"If you’re in my camp, it’s the Heaven Dinsion that initiated the dinsional war. He wants to swallow ; I swallow him; it’s reasonable. If the Celestial God Team dares to step in, my boss behind isn’t one to be trifled with either."
"You an Death?"
"Yes."
"I thought you were just a small figure among the many Lords of Death."
"But I’m still a Lord of Death for Death, unlike you. Without , when you attack, the Celestial God Team might personally step in to take care of you."
"Doesn’t bother ."
Hawk spoke casually.
He had already crossed the Celestial God Team when he absorbed the vast Life Energy of Tiam, delaying Tiam’s awakening.
So being enemies with the Celestial God Team was sothing he had anticipated; otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to phisto’s request.
Once again, since he had already made enemies, offending them once more makes no difference.
However...
If he could delay facing the Celestial God Team, that would be ideal.
After all, he hadn’t even comprehended the Seventh Sense yet, and dealing with the Celestial God Team now would likely be a one-sided beating.
Yes.
He would be the one getting beaten.
Therefore...
Hawk paused, looking at phisto: "How much ti do you think we have left?"
phisto thought for a mont.
"A year, at most two years. The growth rate of the Death Angels is incredibly fast."
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