The vast cosmos.
The boundless starry sky.
After breaking through the atmosphere and reaching the sky above Earth, Hawk swiftly swept towards the direction of Pluto.
At the same time—
The Black Phoenix Nether Armor, like a black phoenix emanating dark crystal flames all over, slowly extended its wings and fit onto Hawk's back.
Click!
Accompanied by the sound of the black visor locking into place, Hawk's speed suddenly surged once again.
A thousand mach!
Five thousand mach!
Ten thousand mach!
One hundred thousand mach!
Five hundred thousand mach!
...
Until sub-light speed!
Boom!
Hawk's Little Cosmos was blazing fiercely. Having obtained the truly existing Blood Dimension, he finally broke through to the major threshold of sub-light speed.
But light speed can only be attained by Golden Saint Warriors.
And Golden Saint Warriors can only be attained by comprehending the Seventh Sense.
However, comprehending the Seventh Sense can only be achieved with the Mind Gemstone.
Therefore, to truly enter the realm of the Seventh Sense, and thereby open the door to the Golden Little Cosmos, one can only rely on the immense and infinite power of the mind provided by the Mind Gemstone to blast open this door.
Flying quickly at sub-light speed towards Pluto, Hawk's mind sank into the depths of the Little Cosmos, gazing at the impregnable door of the Seventh Sense while thinking about Strucker, who had fled somewhere with his 'Mind Gemstone'.
He originally was not in a hurry.
Even now, he's not in a hurry.
After all, Strucker is on Earth, where can he escape to?
But it would be great to get his Mind Gemstone back sooner.
Hawk had it all planned.
After this trip to Pluto, once Mephisto has moved, he'll take advantage of the summer vacation to find out where Strucker has gone to.
His internship has also been decided.
Not at a law firm, but at the district attorney's office.
Once again.
The reason he chose to study law back then was to eventually work his way up to become a chief justice if he didn't flunk.
An ordinary judge might not be able to hold the Hulk accountable, but a chief justice could.
So interning at the district attorney's office also aligns with his original intention.
Eight hours passed in the blink of an eye.
An average distance of about 5.917 billion miles from Earth, it takes five hours and twenty-nine minutes to reach Pluto from Earth.
Swoosh!
Hawk disengaged from his sub-light speed state, stood in the cosmos wearing the Black Phoenix Nether Armor, looking down at the brownish, almost spherical Pluto beneath him.
Hawk didn't pay much attention to Pluto, nor did he intend to roam around it.
He came here to find Mephisto.
After all, Mephisto had refused his visit to his Hell from the Space-Time Rift.
After the Blood God Madola died.
Hawk planned to listen to Mephisto's excuses, but Mephisto didn't bother to show up at all.
No matter how he knocked on Hell Dimension's door from the Space-Time Rift, Mephisto simply wouldn't open it.
It's as if Mephisto was clearly at home, heard the knocking, but pretended not to.
Does Mephisto think he can get away with pretending to be dead?
Is that possible?
Hawk inwardly sneered, and his figure vanished instantly from above Pluto, reappearing on Pluto's other side. With his Little Cosmos continuously burning, he swung his right fist at the entrance to the Hell Dimension.
It wasn't Phoenix Wing Flight.
But rather—
Phoenix Meteor Fist!!
Boom, boom, boom, bang—
One phoenix after another, as substantial as reality, spread their wings and flew, continuously bombarding the entrance to the Hell Dimension.
Pegasus Meteor Fist might be exclusive to Pegasus.
But Meteor Fist is not.
Space trembled at this moment.
The space-time shuddered at this moment.
Even the icebergs that had been frozen for who knows how long on Pluto started collapsing and crumbling under the tremors of space-time…
The door to the Hell Dimension was no exception!
Bang!
With a loud noise echoing from the void, a gap was blasted open in the Hell Dimension hidden behind Pluto under the blows of Hawk's Black Phoenix Meteor Fist.
Without hesitation, Hawk's figure flickered, passed through the gap, and directly entered the interior of the Hell Dimension.
Then...
"Hiss!"
"WTF!"
After passing through the gap and reaching the sky above the Hell Dimension, Hawk looked at the Hell Dimension that appeared before him and involuntarily took a cold breath.
He even thought he had come to the wrong place, specifically turned around, went out, and looked at the Hell Dimension again.
"No mistake, it's here."
"But..."
Hawk frowned and once again passed through the gap, returning to the Hell Dimension, looking at the scene before him.
The large areas of ground in the Hell Dimension were collapsing, and the water of Hell, composed of despair and pain, flooded large areas like a dam break.
Mephisto's former majestic palace was reduced to a ruin.
Twisted souls screamed silently between the broken walls and ruins.
The air was filled with endless sulfur and—
The smell of blood.
"Kill, protect the master!"
"Kill!"
"Dirty demon, face the judgment of my lord."
"Boom!"
Hawk released his Sixth Sense, instantly capturing the sounds of battle and shouts deep within the Hell Dimension. With one step, he found himself on a battlefield.
A glance around.
The ground was littered with the corpses of demons.
Mephisto, now revealing his demon form, was looking exceptionally disheveled.
One of his demon horns had been severed.
The demon armor on his body was battered and tattered, as if planning to retreat under the escort of dozens of Demon Dukes.
The cause of Mephisto's state was the Birdman on the other side.
Yes.
A Birdman in the physical sense.
The overpowering Angel Warriors, their swords stained with Demon's Blood, were relentlessly charging at the roaring demons.
One sword per demon.
Mephisto's demon army seemed powerless, slain by the Angel Army like cutting through vegetables.
The reason was simple.
A massive, divine sword, like a towering mountain, was floating in the air.
This colossal sword constantly emanated a divine pressure seemingly designed to suppress Hell, restraining the combat prowess of the Hell Demons.
A Birdman with immense six wings, gently flapping, clad in the Armor of Holy Light, even his eyes emanating a faint golden hue, stood silently atop the giant sword.
On either side, two Angel Warriors wielding swords were hovering, as if guarding the Six-winged Birdman.
Hawk glanced at the Six-winged Birdman, then at the disheveled Mephisto below, his expression turning somewhat peculiar.
He recalled Blood God Madola's words.
Heaven and Hell are family.
God and Mephisto are allies.
So...
What's happening now?
Did they know I was coming to interrogate, so Mephisto called Yahweh for a game of false pretense?
If this is indeed a false pretense, Hawk could only comment one thing.
Mephisto is going all out.
In the past, when he first came to Hell, why couldn't he kill Mephisto, yet Mephisto was unwilling to move against him?
Wasn't it because Mephisto didn't want his Hell destroyed?
And now?
Hell has truly been shattered.
The countless slain demons are real.
Even Mephisto's severed Demon Horn is genuinely gone.
He still remembered when Mephisto boasted in the Hell Tavern that his proudest possession was his pair of Demon Horns.
So—
"What is going on!"
"Ha!"
"Demon, come to death!"
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As Hawk furrowed his brow, unsure of what was happening, a Four-winged Angel patrol noticed Hawk standing conspicuously on the edge and immediately surged forward with a shout, wielding the Angel's Sword.
Hawk snapped back to reality and instinctively swung a punch at the Four-winged Angel charging at him with battle intent.
Then—
Poof!!
The Four-winged Angel instantly folded like a shrimp, hurtling backwards like a meteorite, crashing down into the battlefield below.
Dozens of unsuspecting Two-winged Angel Warriors were instantly crushed by the Four-winged Angel's fall.
In the next moment.
"Ha!"
"Die!"
"In the name of the Lord, receive divine judgment."
The Four-winged Angel, having smashed a large crater in the ground, ignored the blood at the corner of its mouth, and with a roar, flapped its wings, the sword turned into a white flash, charging at Hawk once more.
Hawk's eyes burned with crimson.
Buzz!
Phoenix Beam shot forth, clashing against the sword of the Four-winged Angel with a thunderous sound.
Sizzle sizzle.
The expression of the Four-winged Angel, initially fervent, gradually transformed into shock as its sword melted bit by bit.
As the sword was entirely melted by Phoenix Fire, the fire struck the Four-winged Angel's chest.
In the next moment.
Poof!
Amidst the sound, the Four-winged Angel exploded, Angel's Blood bursting forth and raining down onto the ground.
"Who are you!"
"Who!"
At the instant the Four-winged Angel fell, the Six-winged Angel and two other Four-winged Angels standing on the giant sword turned their gaze towards this spot.
The other two Four-winged Angels appeared swiftly by Hawk's sides and demanded sharply, and without waiting for Hawk's answer, charged at him in an attempt to strike him down.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, and while retreating ten meters, he extended his right fist!
Heavy punch without sharpness, great skill without craft!
"Extreme Sonic Fist!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The two Four-winged Angels, under the force of the punch, also exploded with blood spattering the scene.
After the first Four-winged Angel, Hawk had gauged their strength.
They were approximately equivalent to Bronze Saint Warriors with infinite aspirations towards Silver Saint Warriors in power.
Yet, no matter how infinitely aspiring towards Silver Saint Warriors, they were still Bronze Saint Warriors.
Hawk's first strike was exploratory, not knowing the strength of the Four-winged Angel, allowing the first one to survive.
But these two were not so fortunate.
Thus they died on the spot.
Now—
What of the Six-winged Angel before me?
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