"Hahaha!"
"My dearest ally!"
phisto laughed heartily, rising from the ground, transforming back into his human form. With a post-crisis grin, he spread his arms wide, ready to give Hawk a big hug.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Stop!"
"Ack!"
phisto’s figure stopped ten ters away from Hawk, staring at him in bewildernt.
Hawk and phisto locked eyes.
"Soone told that you and Heaven are the real allies."
", Heaven, allies?"
phisto instinctively lowered his gaze, looking at his now fractured and withering Hell Dinsion, then raised his head back to Hawk.
"Who told you that?"
"Blood God Madola."
"Who?"
Hearing the na Hawk ntioned, phisto blinked and then looked at Hawk: "Madola is still alive? Wasn’t he stabbed to death by Yahweh back then?"
Hawk remained expressionless.
"He said that Yahweh entangled him back then, and you stabbed him with Yahweh’s longsword."
"That’s nonsense!"
phisto seed to be insulted, and his entire face noticeably flushed: "So you think this whole thing is and Yahweh putting on a double act?"
Hawk shrugged at phisto’s agitation.
"I indeed thought so before I ca. I was planning to confront you a few days ago, but you didn’t respond to ."
"That’s because I got stabbed by Yahweh."
phisto looked indignant!
"When I found out that Yahweh intended to create Hell Angels, I started investigating."
"In the end, I focused so much on the Hell Angels that I forgot about the many lurking threats at ho."
"Yahweh’s souls, taking advantage of my negligence, directly let Michael’s warship in."
"Those angels are lunatics."
"Taking advantage of my return to Hell, they ambushed with hundreds of self-destructs, severely injuring ."
"Otherwise..."
Simply put.
phisto was careless, thinking Hell was his ho, so he returned unprepared and was successfully ambushed by angels.
Heaven naturally has a suppressive attribute over Hell.
And phisto is interlinked with the Hell Dinsion.
When one suffers, all suffer.
After being injured by countless angel self-destructs, the master’s injury weakened the aura of the Hell Dinsion. Inevitably, phisto was almost caught off guard.
If Hawk hadn’t appeared, and the angels continued their attack, phisto might really have died.
After angrily recounting his experience of being ambushed, phisto looked at the indifferent Hawk and frowned.
"You don’t believe ?"
"Your reputation makes it hard for to trust."
"Damn it, the Madola you saw is a fake."
"I know."
"What?"
"I already know Madola was impersonated by Michael."
Hawk’s tone was calm.
If Michael hadn’t exerted all his strength, he might not have captured it, but when Michael burned his soul to go all out, Hawk caught that identical aura to Blood God Madola before death.
Angel Dual Soul!
Michael, the one he t not long ago, perford a death scene before his eyes, even leaving behind the Blood Dinsion of Madola.
But...
Hawk frowned slightly, looking at phisto, sowhat puzzled.
"Why would Yahweh do all this?"
"It’s obvious, to sow discord between our alliance."
"..."
Hawk looked at the exasperated phisto, eyes calm yet carrying a hint of mockery.
Under Hawk’s gaze, phisto’s once flushed face gradually turned dark.
"I truly didn’t lie this ti, nor do I have any hidden agenda in collaborating with you."
"Maybe."
Hawk replied casually, not saying much, shifting the topic back to the matter of Michael: "Michael disguised as Madola and perford a virtuous death act before , even leaving the dinsion behind, was it just to drive a wedge between us?"
phisto’s eyes brightened, looking at Hawk.
"Wait, the dinsion, Blood God’s dinsion, don’t tell you’ve refined the Blood God Dinsion."
"Is there a problem?"
Hawk raised his sword-like brows: "I’ve examined every corner of the Blood God Dinsion, and there’s no backdoor or anything."
As he spoke.
His mind once again delved into the Blood Dinsion, with a 365-degree Sixth Sense, leaving no blind spots, covering the entire dinsion once more.
From top to bottom, from outside to inside.
Not missing a single corner.
At this mont.
phisto chuckled, looking at Hawk.
"Yahweh doesn’t need to place any backdoors. Once you refine the Blood God Dinsion, they can instantly locate your position using the Blood God Dinsion’s aura, and your power isn’t directly from this cosmos. Behind Heaven, there’s the Celestial God Team. Once..."
"Boom——"
As phisto spoke, Hawk almost without hesitation detonated the Blood Dinsion existing in reality!
In an instant.
The Blood Pool in the Netherworld trembled like a tsunami hitting the shore, but after shaking for a while, it gradually cald down.
phisto also felt the aura of dinsion self-destruction, and stared at Hawk with wide eyes.
"So decisive?"
"Just that decisive."
"Didn’t you even hesitate a bit?"
"No need."
"Aren’t you tempted to make your power manifest in reality?"
"Not necessary."
Hawk’s tone was calm: "There are many ways to manifest my power in reality, I don’t need to keep such a hidden danger."
It wasn’t phisto’s reminder about the Celestial God Team behind Heaven that made him decide to self-destruct the Blood Dinsion.
Anyway, sooner or later, he would confront the Celestial God Team.
Once the Celestial God Team knows he stole Tiam’s Life Energy, they will certainly fight him to the death.
The real reason that made Hawk decide to explode the Blood Dinsion was only one.
This thing wasn’t given by a human.
So, even if this dinsional space had no backdoors, he didn’t want it.
In a word.
He found it dirty!
The Blood Pool and those Blood Elves made from Heavenly Souls are different.
Heavenly Souls were Hawk’s spoils of war.
Spoils of war are his hard-earned gains.
As for the Blood Pool, it’s his refinent of the Blood God Dinsion during this period, taking the essence and discarding the dross, then materializing it with the Reality Gemstone.
It’s his wisdom achievent.
As for that dinsion existing in reality?
Gone is gone.
Hawk didn’t care, just as he told phisto, to make his Little Cosmos truly manifest in reality, there’s no need to use sothing not given by humans.
Firstly, he found it dirty.
Secondly, who knows if it would beco a hidden danger in the future.
At worst, just follow the original plan, directly grab the Phoenix Star System of the visible universe to make it his Phoenix Parallel Cosmos.
Hawk thought in his heart, then looked at the weakened phisto in front of him, waving his hand rather dismissively.
"Alright, I’m leaving."
"Leaving just like that?"
phisto was slightly stunned, looking at Hawk who was preparing to leave.
Hawk glanced at phisto: "Otherwise, I was planning to co over and beat you up for deceiving , but... forget it, you get busy first, we’ll talk after you’re done."
After saying that.
He ignored phisto’s attempts to keep him, directly turning around, stepping out, and leaving the Hell Dinsion, reappearing in the sky above Pluto.
The next second.
The Black Phoenix projection erged, but because the Blood God Dinsion that existed in reality was destroyed, the Black Phoenix lost so of its reality.
Even its speed could not increase to sub-light speed again, causing Hawk to spend two more hours than when he ca to return to Earth, then break through the atmosphere, and return to New York City.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent executing a mission in the Palm Street Community at the mont received the ssage, started the car, and drove away from Palm Street.
Gwen, sitting on the sofa, flipping through the latest frontier biological journal in her hand, looked up and blinked at Hawk walking in from the backyard, then put down the book.
"What’s wrong, is phisto still not planning to move?"
"No."
Hawk sat on the sofa, opened his arms, and naturally held Gwen: "I almost got played by Yahweh."
Gwen, upon hearing this, leaned against Hawk’s arms and looked up at Hawk.
"What happened?"
"Blood God Madola..."
Hawk was completely transparent with Gwen, explaining how he planned to co inquire about justice this ti, but discovered phisto was almost sliced by Heaven, and that Blood God Madola was actually Archangel Michael.
Gwen listened, stunned.
"Archangel Michael?"
"Yeah."
Hawk nodded, then lowered his head to look into Gwen’s eyes: "But I still don’t understand what’s the point of Yahweh doing this."
If Blood God Madola and the Blood God Dinsion were bait.
He had already swallowed them before.
But the hook?
Could it really be, as phisto said, that consuming the Blood God Dinsion would call upon Father Celestial God Team to punish him?
Hawk couldn’t understand.
Gwen thought for a while, as if thinking of sothing.
"When we ca back from the church, did you say Yahweh appeared when little Ben was baptized?"
"Yeah, he was quite shocked at the ti, but thinking back now, his shock wasn’t due to the realization of my power but seed to have a hint of glee. However, I was happy then and couldn’t be bothered to listen to him babble, so I directly smacked him to death."
"Then is there such a possibility."
Upon hearing this, Gwen got up from Hawk’s arms and looked at him: "Yahweh appeared just to set the hook, but the target he wanted to catch wasn’t you."
Hawk listened to Gwen’s words, eting her gaze.
The next second.
He blinked his eyes.
...
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