"Hahaha!"
"My dearest ally!"
Mephisto 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!"
Mephisto's figure stopped ten meters away from Hawk, staring at him in bewilderment.
Hawk and Mephisto locked eyes.
"Someone told me that you and Heaven are the real allies."
"Me, Heaven, allies?"
Mephisto instinctively lowered his gaze, looking at his now fractured and withering Hell Dimension, then raised his head back to Hawk.
"Who told you that?"
"Blood God Madola."
"Who?"
Hearing the name Hawk mentioned, Mephisto 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!"
Mephisto seemed to be insulted, and his entire face noticeably flushed: "So you think this whole thing is me and Yahweh putting on a double act?"
Hawk shrugged at Mephisto's agitation.
"I indeed thought so before I came. I was planning to confront you a few days ago, but you didn't respond to me."
"That's because I got stabbed by Yahweh."
Mephisto 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 home."
"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 me with hundreds of self-destructs, severely injuring me."
"Otherwise..."
Simply put.
Mephisto was careless, thinking Hell was his home, so he returned unprepared and was successfully ambushed by angels.
Heaven naturally has a suppressive attribute over Hell.
And Mephisto is interlinked with the Hell Dimension.
When one suffers, all suffer.
After being injured by countless angel self-destructs, the master's injury weakened the aura of the Hell Dimension. Inevitably, Mephisto was almost caught off guard.
If Hawk hadn't appeared, and the angels continued their attack, Mephisto might really have died.
After angrily recounting his experience of being ambushed, Mephisto looked at the indifferent Hawk and frowned.
"You don't believe me?"
"Your reputation makes it hard for me 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 met not long ago, performed a death scene before his eyes, even leaving behind the Blood Dimension of Madola.
But...
Hawk frowned slightly, looking at Mephisto, somewhat puzzled.
"Why would Yahweh do all this?"
"It's obvious, to sow discord between our alliance."
"..."
Hawk looked at the exasperated Mephisto, eyes calm yet carrying a hint of mockery.
Under Hawk's gaze, Mephisto's once flushed face gradually turned dark.
"I truly didn't lie this time, 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 performed a virtuous death act before me, even leaving the dimension behind, was it just to drive a wedge between us?"
Mephisto's eyes brightened, looking at Hawk.
"Wait, the dimension, Blood God's dimension, don't tell me you've refined the Blood God Dimension."
"Is there a problem?"
Hawk raised his sword-like brows: "I've examined every corner of the Blood God Dimension, and there's no backdoor or anything."
As he spoke.
His mind once again delved into the Blood Dimension, with a 365-degree Sixth Sense, leaving no blind spots, covering the entire dimension once more.
From top to bottom, from outside to inside.
Not missing a single corner.
At this moment.
Mephisto chuckled, looking at Hawk.
"Yahweh doesn't need to place any backdoors. Once you refine the Blood God Dimension, they can instantly locate your position using the Blood God Dimension's aura, and your power isn't directly from this cosmos. Behind Heaven, there's the Celestial God Team. Once..."
"Boom——"
As Mephisto spoke, Hawk almost without hesitation detonated the Blood Dimension 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 calmed down.
Mephisto also felt the aura of dimension 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 Mephisto's reminder about the Celestial God Team behind Heaven that made him decide to self-destruct the Blood Dimension.
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 Dimension was only one.
This thing wasn't given by a human.
So, even if this dimensional 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 refinement of the Blood God Dimension during this period, taking the essence and discarding the dross, then materializing it with the Reality Gemstone.
It's his wisdom achievement.
As for that dimension existing in reality?
Gone is gone.
Hawk didn't care, just as he told Mephisto, to make his Little Cosmos truly manifest in reality, there's no need to use something not given by humans.
Firstly, he found it dirty.
Secondly, who knows if it would become 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 Mephisto in front of him, waving his hand rather dismissively.
"Alright, I'm leaving."
"Leaving just like that?"
Mephisto was slightly stunned, looking at Hawk who was preparing to leave.
Hawk glanced at Mephisto: "Otherwise, I was planning to come over and beat you up for deceiving me, but... forget it, you get busy first, we'll talk after you're done."
After saying that.
He ignored Mephisto's attempts to keep him, directly turning around, stepping out, and leaving the Hell Dimension, reappearing in the sky above Pluto.
The next second.
The Black Phoenix projection emerged, but because the Blood God Dimension that existed in reality was destroyed, the Black Phoenix lost some of its reality.
Even its speed could not increase to sub-light speed again, causing Hawk to spend two more hours than when he came 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 moment received the message, 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 Mephisto 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 come inquire about justice this time, but discovered Mephisto 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 Dimension were bait.
He had already swallowed them before.
But the hook?
Could it really be, as Mephisto said, that consuming the Blood God Dimension would call upon Father Celestial God Team to punish him?
Hawk couldn't understand.
Gwen thought for a while, as if thinking of something.
"When we came back from the church, did you say Yahweh appeared when little Ben was baptized?"
"Yeah, he was quite shocked at the time, but thinking back now, his shock wasn't due to the realization of my power but seemed 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, meeting her gaze.
The next second.
He blinked his eyes.
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