Hawk's voice was eerie!
But the Death Angel, already controlled by the Illusory Demon Emperor Fist, activated like a machine.
In the next moment.
A violent energy burst forth from the Death Angel's body, and a brilliant energy beam instantly shot out from the top of its head, disappearing into the clouds, penetrating the atmosphere and then like a ray blasting into the cosmic space beyond.
At the same time.
The Death Angel's expression became extremely fierce, its body trembling uncontrollably.
It was clearly in pain.
Suddenly.
A ripping sound came from the back of the Death Angel, followed by a tuft of black, fluffy material tearing out from the location of its backbone.
The ripping sound grew louder.
The trembling of the Death Angel intensified, instinctively squatting on the ground, curling up.
Yet the blood-drenched black wings on its back continued to grow and unfold.
Until—
"Boom!"
"Ah!"
As a pair of black wings unfurled behind it, the intense energy and painful impact allowed the Death Angel to regain its consciousness.
Its eyes were fierce.
Its expression was savage.
Then!
It died.
"Light Speed Fist, Five Senses Deprivation!"
"Boom!"
The Death Angel, hit directly, at the very moment of regaining consciousness, instantly plunged into a boundless void and dark world.
In the next moment.
The silhouette of Hawk, sitting cross-legged, appeared, accompanied by the virtual fading of the Golden Gemini Holy Armor. Hawk lifted his gaze and soared into the sky.
The shadow of the Black Phoenix emerged.
The Black Phoenix Nether Armor, enveloped in black flames, covered Hawk's entire figure.
As the final mask merged in, the black Phoenix Wings behind Hawk fluttered and instantly pierced the atmosphere, stepping on the blue planet below, his eyes erupting with dark light, his expression indifferent, watching a seemingly enormous entity throb in space.
Soon.
Hawk caught a familiar yet extremely disliked scent.
The scent of Heaven.
Just as a corner of the Heaven Dimension folded out from the space, seemingly aware of something, its movement suddenly stopped.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Noticed something wrong?"
"Too late!"
"Phoenix Wing Flight!"
Hawk, attacking with the most powerful killing move, shot his fist forward, a vast, brilliant, Black Phoenix projection spread out like it was covering the entire cosmic galaxy, shaking its form and spreading its wings.
Then—
Charging with endless black eyes towards the Heaven Dimension attempting to retract, and with a phoenix cry, it violently struck a corner of the Heaven Dimension.
Boom—
Like a meteorite crashing into Earth, in the blink of an eye, a violent tremor appeared on the surface of the Heaven Dimension, followed by a powerful shock wave spreading rapidly outwards like ripples.
And at the center of that shock wave, accompanied by a ripping sound.
The surface of the Heaven Dimension was torn open.
Without hesitation, Hawk slightly moved the Phoenix Wings behind him, directly through the torn opening, invading the Heaven Dimension.
This is called—
Defend at the national borders.
The most important point.
He said Yahweh's time has come, today it's his house's turn, if he doesn't seize the Heaven Dimension, what kind of God would he be?
"Yahweh!"
"Come out and face your death!"
Hawk roared, looking at the picturesque scenery within the dimension, akin to an earthly paradise, home to countless creatures of the Heaven Dimension, his Little Cosmos continuously burning, pointing his right finger downwards.
"Light Speed Fist!"
"Boom, boom, boom—!!!"
Based on awakening the Seventh Sense, the basic attack move unique to the Golden Saint Warriors, capable of unleashing billions of Light Speed Fists with a finger or fist in an instant.
In just a moment, every corner of the Heaven Dimension seemed to welcome Hawk's indiscriminate bombardment, each punch possessing the power to obliterate any mountain on Earth.
A pure gold light sweeping across the Heaven Dimension transformed into streams of meteors, weaving into an unavoidably intricate laser net reminiscent of a biochemical crisis, striking the surface of the Heaven Dimension even before Hawk's shout finished.
First, the earth emitted a groaning unable to bear the burden.
The Pure Land, once flowing with milk and honey, adorned with glazed tiles and gemstones, under Hawk's indiscriminate Light Speed Fist bombardment, appeared as if a stone disturbed a lakeside.
No.
When a stone hits the water, ripples form.
This was billions of stones falling simultaneously!
An instant black web appeared across the surface, tougher than steel, instantly drilled through, lifted, and shattered!
The majestic mountains on the surface crumbled into dust in an instant!
Rivers on the surface evaporated instantly, leaving only dry, twisted riverbeds which didn't last long either, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The buildings on the surface also met a calamitous end!
Those towering spires and arches on the heavenly surface, carved with ancient hymns, and the grand halls symbolizing eternity and continuity, first appeared with countless fine golden cracks on their surfaces.
In the next moment!
A massive explosion occurred, numerous buildings disintegrating and collapsing from inside out!
The glazed tiles and white jade stones were no longer fragments; they had turned into dust and powder drifting across the sky, swept away by the torrent of golden meteors. The buildings on Earth's surface crumbled into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing instantly.
The same fate.
Countless creatures living in the Heaven Dimension also faced an imminent catastrophe under Hawk's fists.
As everyone knows.
Angels have ranks.
Those creatures living in the Heaven Dimension, who don't even have wings, can only be called celestial beings, not even qualifying as angels.
Almost simultaneously, as the earth's surface cracked and buildings were destroyed, these celestial beings were instantly vaporized the moment they caught sight of Hawk's Light Speed Fist, without having any chance to react.
Their souls instantly plunged into Hawk's Netherworld.
As for those low-level angels with only two wings, their fate was essentially no different from the celestial beings.
At most, they managed to react instinctively, raising their left arm to summon a Holy Shield, while drawing a sword burning with Holy Flame in their right hand.
Then—
There was no then.
Their Light Shields collapsed like soap bubbles at the slightest touch, and the crucial point burning with Holy Flame was vaporized in a ten-thousandth of a second.
Similarly.
The bodies of these low-level angels were shattered, their armor twisted and broken, their bodies exploding into feathers of light scattered across the sky under Hawk's bombardment of Light Speed Fist.
As for those intermediate angels with four wings.
Once again.
Ridiculous.
Only those high-level angels with six wings, known as archangels, could react in time to Hawk's attack, gathering before a Holy construction in the Holy City, completely surrounding it, and deploying their shields to withstand Hawk's Light Speed Fist bombardment.
But beyond that, they could do nothing.
Heaven's ground was collapsing.
The celestial beings were being destroyed.
And these six-winged high-level angels could only watch helplessly as it all happened.
By the time Hawk's first wave of attack ended, Heaven's surface was utterly devastated, the entire ground plowed like farmland.
The earth churned up, and dirt flew into the air.
As for the buildings and the living beings who once inhabited the Heaven Dimension, they had long since melded with the flying dirt, indistinguishable from one another.
At this moment in the Heaven Dimension, only that last Holy Palace, and the hundreds of six-winged angels surrounding it on all sides, remained unscathed.
"Oh!"
"Not bad."
"So many still alive."
"Boom!"
Hawk's utterly cold voice echoed throughout the Heaven Dimension. Immediately after, space shattered, and Hawk, clad in Black Phoenix Nether Armor, appeared mid-air, his icy black eyes flashing a hint of mockery as he looked at the Holy Palace protected by hundreds of six-winged angels and spoke again.
The sound was thunderous, making the six-winged angels guarding the Holy Palace feel as if their eardrums were about to burst.
"Yahweh!"
"Get out!!!"
"Boom!"
The Holy Palace shook violently, accompanied by a powerful presence. Then, an angel emitting a milky white light, with eight wings behind it, and a face as if its mother had died, rose to the same height as Hawk under the escort of hundreds of six-winged angels.
Hawk looked at this eight-winged angel that had emerged, raising an eyebrow.
Is this supposed to be Yahweh?
Doesn't seem right.
"Yahweh?"
"My name is—"
The eight-winged angel, whose expression looked as if its mother had died, took in the view of the fractured Heaven Dimension, then coldly gazed at Hawk, pointing the Guardian Sword at him: "Gabriel, you sinner, you will pay the price for your actions."
Gabriel?
The Grand Archangel who guards Heaven and sounds the trumpet of the Last Judgment.
Listening to the introduction from the eight-winged angel Gabriel, Hawk's thoughts spun, scanning the entire Heaven Dimension with his Seventh Sense before his expression turned peculiar.
"Where is Yahweh?"
Indeed.
Yahweh was nowhere to be found.
He had just scanned the entire Heaven Dimension with his Seventh Sense, thinking the powerful presence in the Holy Palace belonged to Yahweh.
Unexpectedly, it was the Grand Archangel Gabriel's presence.
But if this presence belonged to Gabriel, then where was Yahweh?
Under his full-force, undetected Light Speed Fist, capable of destroying stars, he had covered every corner of the Heaven Dimension.
Now, aside from these hundreds of six-winged angels and the legendary Grand Archangel Gabriel, there were no other living presences.
After all—
Saint Warriors are born for war.
The Golden Saint Warriors are the ultimate war machines of war machines.
Mass assault?
In the eyes of a Golden Saint Warrior, capable of throwing billions of punches in a second, a mass assault is merely a one-man against a crowd.
But that's not the point.
The point is—
"Where has Yahweh gone?"
"Hmph!"
Gabriel, the Grand Archangel, sneered coldly, the Guardian Sword in his hand acting as a trumpet, directing hundreds of six-winged angels to point at Hawk.
"Sinner!"
"Face judgment!"
"..."