Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 268 Hawk's Exclusive Race (Second Update!)

"elder brother."

"Ah."

"what is this?"

At the edge of the Pure Land of the Underworld, Anya looked on with curiosity. Just now, her brother had waved his right hand, and a pool of blood had appeared before her eyes.

Moreover, it was a pool of blood bubbling away.

It looks really scary.

However, Anya had spent several years in Hell, which raised her threshold. Therefore, although the blood pool in front of her looked very creepy, Anya was more curious about what it was.

Hawke didn't speak, but instead took out a pure-looking soul from the "Apple of Eden"—a soul with eyes as clear and unpolluted as a college student—and threw it directly into the pool of blood in front of him.

As the souls of heaven were thrown in, the boiling pool of blood suddenly froze.

Hawke then looked at his sister who had followed him and smiled slightly: "I was afraid you'd be bored here, so I got you some playmates."

Upon hearing this, Anya looked at her brother and blinked.

"playmate?"

"Ah."

Hawke smiled, then looked back at the blood pool that had boiled again: "You'll see soon enough."

The words fell.

Inside the boiling pool of blood, something seemed about to emerge.

Anya also stared intently at the pool of blood before her.

next second.

A woman with a ferocious head and horns, dressed in blood, emerged from the pool of blood as if she had just taken a bath.

Anya's eyes widened.

"Brother, what is this...?"

"Blood Elf!"

Hawke's lips curled up slightly.

He looked at the blood elf before him, quietly soaking in the pool of blood, possessing the perfect aura of the blood god, hell, and heaven, and gazing at him with pure eyes. Suddenly, a feeling of being a 'creator' welled up in his heart.

These are the beings he conceived and created in the past few days after obtaining and refining the Blood God Dimension, and then integrating it into the Underworld. They belong exclusively to his Underworld.

Even though his inner universe has not yet truly materialized.

But it doesn't matter.

In the underworld, only souls are needed.

The "Apple of Eden" he received last time from cloning expert Dr. Merrick contained a vast number of blank Heavenly Souls.

But those souls belong to Heaven.

If Hawke wants to use them, he must first cleanse these souls and make them his own.

That wasn't possible before.

Because his microcosm has not yet truly materialized, it does not possess the function of cleansing the soul.

But the Blood God Madora died, leaving behind the Blood God Dimension, which is an unclaimed dimension that exists in reality.

This is...

Great.

Hawke did not rush to accept the Blood God Dimension. Instead, he enveloped the Blood God Dimension with his six senses for several days. Only after confirming that the Blood God Madora had completely perished did he accept the Blood God Dimension.

You can't believe a single punctuation mark in Mephisto's words.

same.

He didn't completely believe Madora, the Blood Goddess.

Mephisto is not a good person.

Is Madora, the Blood Goddess, a good person?

A few days later, Hawke realized through his six senses that the Blood God Dimension was indeed collapsing further because it had lost its ruler. Only then did he choose to accept the Blood God Dimension. After a few more days of exploration, he integrated it into his Netherworld.

From this moment on, his microcosm has an anchor point in the real universe.

Blood God...

Pooh!
The Blood God is dead, and there's nothing more to it than burning paper money for him. The current dimension should be called the Blood Dimension.

That dried-up part is the Blood God Dimension; what does it have to do with his Blood Dimension?

The Reality Gem is in hand.

To fill the Blood Dimension is merely a matter of a thought.

However, Hawke, who had previously freed up some of the Reality Gem's computing power by absorbing life energy, once again maximized the Reality Gem's computing power.

but……

It's all worth it.

With the Blood Dimension, he could transform the vast number of souls within the Apple of Eden, turning those souls from the Heavenly Dimension into a unique life form of his own.

That is, the Blood Elf race at present.

The blood elf that emerged from the pool of blood had its bright, clear eyes change shape once again upon seeing Hawk on the shore.

The demonic horns that symbolized death on her head disappeared, and a blood elf with long, flowing, blood-red hair and the blood elf's signature long pointed ears emerged gracefully from the pool of blood, wearing a long, blood-red dress. After arriving in front of Hawke, she knelt on one knee and looked up at him.

"Owner!"

"Ah."

Hawke smiled slightly as he looked up at the first blood elf he had created, a woman who was both alluring and enchanting. "From now on, you will be called Kayla, the chieftain of the blood elf race."

The blood elf Kayla has an ethereal voice.

"Thank you, Master."

"Get up."

"Yes."

The blood elf Kayla slammed her feet to her feet, then looked at Anya beside her and knelt down on one knee once more.

"Miss."

"……elder brother."

Anya was slightly taken aback and looked at Hawke.

Hawke smiled at his sister: "The Blood Elves of the Underworld will be your guards, and Kayla is the chief guard I've prepared for you. Didn't you say I wouldn't let you play outside the Pure Land? With Kayla, you can go to the Underworld if you want."

Although the underworld belongs to him, no movement can escape his perception.

but……

He had finally found his sister and didn't want her to suffer any more accidents.

Even if Hawke was 100% certain that his sister Anya was safe in his underworld.

He just wasn't at ease.

This is probably an illness.

Hawke knew this, but there was no problem once he had his own blood elves in the Underworld. As blood elves he created and who were completely loyal to him, they were perfect to be his sister's guards.

In this way, even if he is not in the Underworld, Anya will not have any safety concerns if she wants to go to other places outside the Pure Land.

really.

Anya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could go to the Underworld, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Really?"

"of course."

Hawke looked at Anya with doting eyes: "But you need to have Keira's blood elves with you."

Anya blinked.

"Blood Elves...?"

"Of course!"

Hawke smiled slightly, then with a thought, more heavenly souls were thrown into the blood pool.

As the blood pool began to boil endlessly, these souls, originally bearing the mark of heaven, underwent a transformation after being baptized by the blood pool of the underworld. They emerged from the blood pool as beautiful blood elves with different appearances, but without exception, all of them were tall, fair-haired, blue-eyed, and slender.

Of course.

Where there are women, there are men.

However, compared to the stunningly beautiful female blood elves, the male blood elves created by Hawke appear rather ugly.

The most direct evidence is that male vampires are so ugly that there aren't even any pictures of them.

If female blood elves are Hawk's masterpiece, a work that is not only powerful but also beautiful.

Male blood elves are Hawke's half-hearted creation.

But this is normal.

Men, as long as they can be beasts of burden, why do they need to be so good-looking?

If he created female blood elves to serve as his sister's protectors, then male blood elves were meant to be his servants.

"Your name is Kai!"

Hawke glanced at the first male blood elf to emerge from the blood pool and casually named him: "From today onward, you will be stationed in the Underworld, managing the sinful souls within."

The male blood elf named Kai responded in a deep, powerful voice.

Yes.

Male blood elves were created by Hawke to manage the underworld on his behalf.

After all, there were already more than five hundred souls in his underworld at this moment.

This was what Mephisto had promised him.

The souls he kills belong to him.

Regardless of whether Mephisto was truly an ally of Jehovah as Madora claimed.

In a word.

What does it have to do with him? He never really believed in Mephisto.

Does it matter whether Mephisto was deceiving or misleading him? No, it doesn't matter.

Only children make choices.

Heaven!

hell!

He wants them all.

Previously, it was because he lacked manpower. Even if he conquered Hell, he neither wanted nor had the ability to personally manage the life and death of Earth.

But now he can create his own race and have subordinates who are absolutely loyal to him.

In that case, Mephisto no longer has any reason to exist.

How can I allow others to snore on the side of the couch?

and so……

"Old Mo."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Agreeing to cooperate with you is giving you an opportunity."

You absolutely must seize this opportunity.

Hawke watched as the male blood elves emerged from the pool of blood, a cold smile playing on his lips as he thought to himself.

With thousands of male blood elves moving into the Underworld, the souls who had tried to slack off and suffer less in his meticulously designed Underworld now had their own personal guards.

One soul after another was beaten until it screamed in agony.

Including Merrick, who was languishing in the frozen underworld.

Having died countless times, Merrick remained motionless in the same spot after being resurrected, letting the extreme cold behind him engulf him once again.

The main idea is that you won't feel pain if you don't think about it.

But with the arrival of two male blood elves, Dr. Merrick screamed in agony.

A male blood elf swung his right hand sharply, and a blood whip appeared in his hand. Then, like lightning, it struck Dr. Merrick's face.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

"Move!"

Dr. Merrick stared blankly at the male blood elf who had never appeared before but was now there, seemingly lost in thought.

And then, there was another "smack".

Merrick screamed in agony.

Alexander Pierce, who had been walking ahead even after dying so many times and never considered giving up, shook his head upon hearing the screams behind him, and finally continued on his way without saying a word.

Hawke, standing atop the frozen underworld, frowned as he looked down at Alexander Pierce.

I thought about it.

He did not choose to see Alexander Pierce.

after all--

He's given me two chances already.

He can't give a third chance.

Hawke thought to himself, then his mind drifted back to reality.

into the eye.

Gwen, who had already changed her clothes, came out of the dressing room.

"Let's go!"

"Peter and Felicia have arrived at the church."

"..."

(End of this chapter)