After experiencing repeated cycles of dying and coming back to life, Bruce and Andor's mindset had already crumbled.
So—
Almost as soon as Hawk finished speaking, they started to talk about what happened back then, one sentence at a time.
The situation is not much different from what Joruno described.
Andor, who was the police officer sent to chase those two bird people back then.
He caught up with them at the time and witnessed the miracle those two bird people displayed. As a devout believer, he couldn't believe anything more when he saw the "Holy Mark" on their backs.
Those two bird people told him that they came from the future, following the Lord's instructions, to change the fate of those believers who were supposed to stray in the future.
But they did not tell Andor who it was.
He only knew that Andrew Chloe, who was killed by those two bird people, was crucial to whether the Lord could convert that believer in the future.
So…
They needed to take Andrew Chloe away.
Not just his soul.
Also his body.
At that time, Andor was still hesitating, and it was at this moment that Bruce and Joruno, who had been tracking him, arrived here.
Upon hearing the two bird people promise to grant them immortality and shower them in the Lord's glory, Bruce was the first to agree.
Andor followed suit.
Joruno hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to agree as well.
A year later, Bruce died first, took away Andrew Chloe's corpse, and went to Paris, where he met the original two bird people, who had now turned into so-called Blood God Envoys.
"Hold on."
Hawk rubbed his chin as Bruce mentioned this, interrupting him: "Are you saying they transformed into vampires then?"
Bruce nodded: "Yes, the Envoys said they had to cut off their wings to stay here. To welcome the Lord's arrival, they could only first transform themselves into vampires. After the Lord arrives, he will let them revert to Blood Angels."
Indeed.
Angels age rapidly after losing their wings.
If these two bird people hadn't become vampires, they likely wouldn't have survived until now and may have died of old age.
Hawk thought to himself.
In the next second.
He raised his eyebrows, looking at Bruce and Andor.
"But you weren't transformed by them?"
"Yes."
Andor nodded and said: "The Envoys said their blood was too dominant, so they arranged for the vampire Carter to transform us."
Hawk looked at Andor with a calm expression.
"And you believed it?"
"...Yes."
Upon hearing this, Andor and Bruce exchanged a glance, as they noticed Hawk's increasingly strange expression, and fell silent.
Hawk laughed.
Throughout all of this, he had thought those two bird people offered them some amazing benefit.
It was just a mixed-blood vampire.
Not even a pure-blood vampire.
Hawk thought to himself, looking at Andor and Bruce: "Didn't you realize anything strange at the time?"
Bruce shook his head.
"The Envoys have a pair of Blood Wings."
"Blood Wings?"
"Yes, they were a pair of blood-red wings."
"...Okay."
In Hawk's mind, an image appeared of an angel with blood-colored wings as he shook his head and looked at Bruce: "Speaking of Andrew, you took him to Paris, and then what?"
Bruce shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Hmm!"
"I truly don't know. The Envoys left me to vampire Carter and took Andrew away. After that, we never saw the Envoys again."
Bruce looked at Hawk, whose expression was getting worse, and hurriedly explained: "We only saw the Envoys again recently, just before we came to New York City."
Hawk raised his eyebrows.
"Continue."
"The Envoys said Andrew escaped, and they wanted me and Andor to come to New York City to find the escaped Andrew."
"Andrew escaped?"
Listening to Bruce, Hawk frowned.
In truth, Andrew being alive was within his expectations.
After all, Yahweh's bird people having some mysterious power is normal. Furthermore, Andrew's soul is in their hands.
It's just—
Hawk couldn't understand their purpose in resurrecting Andrew.
Threatening the father with the son?
Don't be ridiculous!
Hawk faced Mephisto's threats and would rather choose never to see his sister Anya again.
Mere Andrew, who merely shared half of his bloodline and was barely known?
What could possibly be done to him!
If Yahweh dared to do so, he wouldn't mind saying, "Give me a share!"
Hold on.
Bloodline?
Hawk's thoughts shifted.
In the next second.
He chuckled.
This move might have been effective before he compressed the timeline, but now, having already taken the first step to becoming a god, standing at the brink, it has no effect.
Time control is in his hands.
As long as he resists the temptation to look into the future, which tempts him almost every moment on his timeline now, no one can use time or so-called bloodline to harm him.
However…
Andrew being resurrected was within Hawk's expectations, but Andrew escaping was not.
Hawk returned to his senses and looked at Bruce and Andor.
"Did you find him?"
"No."
"The Envoys said Andrew has now been transformed into a Blood Angel, so these days, we have been searching anywhere that possibly harbors vampires."
Andor spoke like this and then looked at Hawk: "We were just searching as well, but haven't found him yet, then you..."
Hawk frowned: "Did the messenger you mentioned tell you what to do once you found him?"
Bruce shook his head.
"No, the messenger just said if we found him, keep an eye on him. They will come to New York City soon because the lord will descend soon."
"Heh, twenty years ago, didn't they tell you the same thing?"
Hawk sneered.
If he hadn't heard wrong indeed, twenty years ago when these two guys were being tricked by Birdman, Birdman said the lord would descend soon.
And then...
Twenty years have passed.
Their so-called lord is still about to descend soon.
No!
Their lord indeed descended once recently, but as soon as he appeared, Hawk directly chopped him off without hesitation.
Hawk pondered as he looked at Bruce and Andor, who had no valuable information.
He thought for a moment.
With a slight change of his mind.
In an instant.
Bruce and Andor were moved from the current Torrential Rain Nether Prison to the large disc of the Stone Mill Nether Prison.
In the next second.
Hawk's thoughts ascended, and after opening his eyes, he saw Gwen, who had been waiting for him, and smiled slightly.
"They came for Andrew."
"Hiss!"
Gwen took a sharp breath.
"Mr. Chloe is still alive?"
"Yes."
Hawk nodded: "They stole Andrew's body to resurrect him and turn him into a weapon against me."
Gwen's pupils contracted upon hearing this, and a worried expression appeared on her face.
"Against you?"
"Some bloodline curse or something, nothing that can see the light of day."
Hawk smiled slightly and said casually: "Before I went to Kamar-Taj, maybe it was possible, but not now."
Before awakening the Seventh Sense, no matter how strong he was, theoretically, his life level hadn't escaped the realm of the 'mortal.'
Extraordinary was still mortal.
But after awakening the Seventh Sense, his life level had undergone a qualitative transformation.
In a word.
He used to be mortal.
Now—
He is a god.
Not to mention anything else, even Mephisto, if seeing him for the first time now, would have to respectfully address him as "Main God."
Gwen met Hawk's gaze, seeing that he wasn't lying and truly didn't care, and she subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
"Let's go."
"Where to?"
"Home."
"..."
Gwen looked at Hawk, who was yawning while talking, and blinked: "But Mr. Chloe hasn't been found yet."
Hawk smiled slightly.
"Do you know where he is?"
"No."
"Then that's it."
Hawk spread his hands, looking at Gwen who shook her head: "You don't know, I don't know, anyway, I've already chopped the person I needed to chop, so we should go home and not stay here to bother Sharon."
Although there were still two Birdmen, no, two Blood Angels wandering outside.
But it doesn't matter.
It's still that saying.
If they dare, they can learn from Strucker and never show up for a lifetime, but if they do show up, their end will be the same as Strucker's.
Appear and they're gone in seconds.
Hawk thought to himself.
Standing by, Sharon chuckled at Hawk's statement about not bothering them and looked at Gwen, saying, "Yes, Gwen, you can go back first, I'm here. If there's any news, I'll tell you first thing."
Hearing this, Gwen said nothing more, nodded, and agreed.
Then—
Two months passed like this, and time slipped to November of 2015.
In the house at Palm Street No. 521A, accompanied by passing streams of light.
Hawk returned from Kamar-Taj, stepping out from the air behind him, and said to Gwen, who was cooking in the kitchen: "I brought back the tea leaves you wanted."
Gwen turned around, her eyes lighting up as she saw the tea leaves in Hawk's hand.
"Didn't the Supreme Mage say they were going on a trip? Why haven't they gone yet?"
"Who knows."
Hawk shrugged.
According to the timeline, at this point, The Ancient One should have been retired.
The last time he went there, The Ancient One said so as well.
But...
This time when he went, The Ancient One directly said she felt she could still be saved.
Hawk was bewildered and found it admirable.
Gwen accepted the tea leaves from Hawk, blinked, and said: "By the way, any news on the Time Gemstone or Mr. Chloe's whereabouts?"
Hawk shook his head.
In the next second.
Just as he was about to speak.
The phone rang.
Hawk took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID.
Wanda Maximoff!
...