The place that should have been Flint Monastery is now empty.
But this does not affect the awakening of the Death Angels.
After all, Flint Monastery was just a place to identify the coordinates of Mephisto's Hell Dimension's first landing on Earth.
Although Flint Monastery has just been destroyed, the coordinates are still there.
As long as the Death Angel arrives at the coordinates at the specified time, the awakening can occur even without Flint Monastery.
However...
The Death Angel, who looks about six or seven years old, seems somewhat reluctant, although having arrived at the specified coordinates and just waiting for the time to awaken.
The Death Angel is desperately banging against the surroundings, trying to break free from the sealed area by Hawk.
This makes Hawk somewhat perplexed.
He looks at the struggling Death Angel, his tone calm.
"You wanted to awaken, I've allowed you to awaken, yet now you're unwilling?"
"Heretic!"
The Death Angel glared at Hawk: "I will not let your evil plan succeed."
He wants to awaken.
But does this awakening compare to the one he wishes for?
The awakening the Death Angel seeks is with the Skull Blood Angels, guiding the Master's descent after awakening, then charging into Hell to restore the Master's glory on Earth.
But now.
This heretic indeed wants him to awaken, but intends to use his awakening to summon the Master and then counter-attack their Heaven Dimension.
Therefore—
"I'd rather die than comply!"
The Death Angel roared and then began to grab his own head, attempting to separate it forcibly from his body.
The next second.
His entire body became frozen.
Hawk sneered.
"Death?"
"Rest assured."
"You will die."
Hawk used telekinesis to manipulate the frozen Death Angel as if controlling a puppet, arranging him to sit cross-legged waiting for the awakening, while meeting the Death Angel's shocked and terrified eyes, his tone grim: "Once you awaken and guide Yahweh, bringing down his old domain, then you will die, I assure you."
Bound from movement, with only his mouth available, the Death Angel listens to Hawk's grim tone, his voice hoarse and dry.
"Heretic, you wish, but I will never let my Master fall into your trap."
"Haha, that's not for you to decide."
Hawk with hands in pockets stared at the unyielding Death Angel before him: "Awakening is automatic, and your guidance of Yahweh is also automatic, so my guide, the herald of Heaven Dimension's demise, it is set for you to be."
Never fight an unprepared battle.
He had asked Mephisto about everything concerning the Death Angel at the Hell Tavern.
The awakening of the Death Angel is automatic; once the location and time are met, it is automatic; no one can interfere.
Similarly.
After the Death Angel awakens, to instantly notify Heaven Dimension, Yahweh had made this notification automatic.
The moment the Death Angel awakens, the awakening energy will instantly notify Heaven Dimension, and Heaven Dimension can follow this awakening energy wave, expending a massive amount of energy to move Heaven Dimension from any time-space or place to the air above the Death Angel's planet.
Therefore!
Hawk needs to ensure that before the Death Angel awakens, the area is cleared, then capture the Death Angel and wait for the awakening.
"It won't be long now."
"One more hour."
"You could do me a favor and awaken now, summoning Yahweh, in return, I could grant you a swift death."
With a grin, Hawk gazes at the Death Angel before him: "Or, I could wait an hour, as you will awaken at the time. This is a mechanism you cannot prevent, but if you make me wait an hour, I assure you, you will experience the same fate as those two Birdmen, and after death, your soul will be mine, and I promise you eternal punishment."
The restrained Death Angel gazes at Hawk, feeling a chill race from the tailbone to the crown of his head.
But...
Fear is biological instinct; faith is the Birdman's anthem!
The Death Angel resists the fear within, glaring at Hawk, word by word.
"You, wish!"
"Alright."
Upon hearing Hawk, he simply laughs and then turns away without a glance at the Death Angel, his form seems to merge completely with the air, disappearing without a trace.
The Death Angel remains restrained in position, forcibly posed sitting cross-legged like meditating.
The silent night sky, the desolate wasteland, a lone Death Angel, eyes filled with terror and unrest, darting around trying to find traces of Hawk.
But Hawk has already vanished.
In fact—
Hawk is nearby, also sitting cross-legged.
Since the Death Angels are unwilling to cooperate, then forget it. Anyway, his ending is already determined, why waste the effort?
At this moment, Hawk's mind ascended, and he opened his eyes, scrutinizing his own timeline.
If before now, he had already contracted his own time, then at this moment, he only felt a sensation of time slipping smoothly over him.
After dispatching Blood Angel Jack and Allen, with his thoughts clear, even without attempting, Hawk was confident that his own speed could already transcend the limitations of light speed.
But…
Just as Hawk examined his timeline with a new vision, from the future of the timeline came an unforgettable temptation.
This temptation was much stronger than ever before.
In his future, accompanied by the future's brilliance, an indescribable feeling loomed, suggesting that if Hawk didn't look, he would regret it for the rest of his life, or should he cast his gaze forward?
Hawk almost instinctively wanted to shift his gaze.
But at the last moment, accompanied by the Phoenix's Eye Mind Gemstone's reflections and his own vigilance, Hawk closed his eyes at the final juncture.
The next moment.
Without hesitation, Hawk directly concealed his timeline within the shadows of the Cosmic Phoenix again, transforming into the elusive Galaxy spanning his cosmos.
He lifted his gaze toward the timeline he had hidden, looking at the past that was already determined, but the future was shining brilliantly as if alive, his brow slightly furrowing, and a hint of vigilance and dread toward time flashed in his eyes.
No other reason.
At this moment, Hawk felt the malice emanating from time.
Yes.
Malice.
Although the future was full of temptation, at the last moment, Hawk sensed the malice from time within the boundless temptation.
It seemed that time insisted he must take a glimpse of the future.
If not for the Mind Gemstone and his constant calmness, he might have fallen for time's trick, turning the future arranged for him by time into an inevitable past.
"Hiss!"
"Speaking of…"
"God King Odin and The Ancient One did not willingly look into the future but fell for time's trick under this indescribable temptation."
"But, why?"
Hawk, opening his eyes again in reality, his thoughts swirling, pondered the root of this eerie malice from time.
Forget it.
Anyway, The Ancient One hasn't retired yet; once things here are settled, I'll seek out The Ancient One.
Following the principle of using available resources before they expire, Hawk quickly abandoned his while pondering but raised his alertness against time to an unparalleled level, regaining focus, and turning his gaze on the Death Angel bound to the spot with a now somewhat odd expression.
Because—
The time for awakening was nearing.
At this moment, the Death Angel felt a heart seemingly accelerating its beat in the shadows, striving to suppress it, and attempting to delay the awakening.
As long as he endured the final moments of awakening, he'd be useless; his master, Yahweh, would not fall unsuspectingly into the heretics' trap here.
So—
"Ah—!!!"
The Death Angel, bound to the spot, looked up, grimly roaring: "Heretic, come out, I will never let you succeed, the glory of my master will completely judge you."
Hawk's figure—
Or rather.
The Gemini Holy Armor once again materialized silently using the Reality Gemstone, hearing the Death Angel's fury, Hawk extended his right index finger across space, touching the grimly bound Death Angel's brow, his voice cold and heartless resonating in the Death Angel's ears.
"I offered you a dignified chance, yet you refuse."
"Since so, then forget it."
"I'll do it myself."
"Illusory Phantom Magic Fist!"
Accompanied by Hawk's icy voice, the fingertip touching the Death Angel's brow blazed with light.
The next moment.
The Death Angel convulsed as if electrified, with a tearing sound, his limbs went limp, and his grimly controlled eyes turned vacant.
If Hawk's natal constellation's Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist merely ensnared individuals in phantoms, causing them to perish indulged in those illusions.
Then—
The Gemini Saint Warrior's Illusory Phantom Magic Fist is an upgraded version of the Illusion Demon Fist.
Illusory Phantom Magic Fist!
He is hailed as the legendary forbidden magic fist technique, attacking the nerves of enemies' brains, but while the Illusion Demon Fist merely attacks, the Illusory Phantom Magic Fist also hypnotizes enemies, making them obey the orders of the spell caster, leaving the caster free to act as desired.
Hawk released the binds on the Death Angel, controlling through meditation and the Gemini Holy Armor, then through the Illusory Phantom Magic Fist, manipulating the Death Angel.
In the next second.
The Death Angel's expression slackened, his gaze hollow, akin to a marionette slowly rising from the ground.
Hawk raised his head, gazing at the serene night sky, his voice echoed gently.
"Yahweh…"
"Boom—!!!"