Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 273 Michael? Madora? (Third Update!)
above the ground.

Countless demon armies crawled out of the cracks in the ground, roaring as they charged towards the angel army that was rushing in like a tsunami, displaying a fearless attitude.

The angelic army, like sophisticated killing machines, remained expressionless even when pierced by demons, wielding their angelic swords to behead them.

Angels and demons are locked in a fierce battle.

If it weren't for the angels' obvious wings, it would be almost impossible to tell who the demon was and who the angel was.

And above the sky.

Hawk, dressed in the Black Phoenix Underworld Robe, his body engulfed in black phoenix flames, calmly gazed at the six-winged birdman before him.

The six-winged birdman before them was clad in holy light armor, with three pairs of wings behind him that could unleash a blinding holy light with every swing, and he held a golden sword of light.

The six-winged birdman had a perfect face, and the sword of light in his hand was pointed directly at Hawke. His voice was like a chorus of billions of people, solemn and majestic, yet so cold that it could freeze the magma of hell.

"My name is Michael!"

"..."

Hawke raised an eyebrow as he listened to the six-winged birdman introduce himself.

Who?
Michael?
The legendary archangel.

Just as Hawke was thinking this, the voice of the six-winged birdman—no, Michael—once again resonated throughout the space like a mixture of the lamentations of billions of souls and a hymn.

"Only purification can cleanse you of your sins, you heretic who colludes with the devil."

"By you?"

Hawk snapped out of his daze and looked at Michael, who had boasted of purifying him. Beneath his mask, his eyes gleamed with black phoenix flames: "Didn't I tell you that I just chopped off your master before I came here?"

Michael's golden pupils contracted.

"Judgement!"

Michael swung his sword directly at Hawke.

This was not a physical strike, but a torrent of pure energy, carrying the will of divine judgment. Wherever the torrent went, even space itself emitted a mournful sound of being torn apart!
Hawke also threw a right punch.

"Ultimate - Sonic Fist!!"

"boom--"

One after another, black phoenixes roared out from Hawke's fist, colliding with Michael's surging torrent of energy, producing a deafening roar that shook even the Hell Dimension.

next moment.

A terrifying explosion followed.

The explosive shockwave was generated the moment the two energies collided, and then roared outwards, pressing down on the ground below.

Kuang!

Above ground, as the shockwave roared in, the angels and demons who were engaged in a fierce battle below Hawke and Michael were indiscriminately torn apart and turned into blood mist. Even the ground seemed to be suddenly pressed down by an invisible hand, sinking about three meters.

Hawk and Michael were also hit by the shockwave and were sent flying backward.

next moment!
Michael's six wings fully extended, and then with a sudden tremor, countless blazing white feathers shot towards Hawke like a storm.

"Accept the divine judgment!"

"Pick up your mom!"

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.

Hawke steadied himself the instant he was sent flying backward, then crossed his arms in front of his chest, his inner universe burning fiercely, and a dark phoenix emerged from his fist before taking flight!
"Phoenix Wings Soaring Through the Sky!"

"boom--"

The dark red torrent of energy collided and exploded wildly with Michael's blazing white torrent of energy in the air, and shock waves appeared and expanded in a continuous ring.

The entire hell dimension was constantly shaking and trembling.

Mephisto, clutching his bleeding wound below, watched with a mixture of heartache and pleasure as Hawk battled Michael above.

It hurts because this is his territory.

What's gratifying is that Hawke kept his word; knowing his ally was in trouble, he flew all the way from Earth to come and support him.

To sum up!

Mephisto roared excitedly.

"Hawk, keep it up, kill this bastard."

"shut up!"

Hawk, who was fighting Michael in the sky, heard Mephisto's roar from outside the arena and thought of Madora's words. He thought that Mephisto had also joined the battle. His mind wandered and Michael seized an opportunity to attack.

puff!
The sword of light, forged from the souls of millions, slashed across Hawke's right arm, instantly piercing through the armor, and golden blood gushed from the wound.

Hawke instantly stepped back, looked down at Mephisto who was roaring and cheering him on, and reprimanded him.

Mephisto, with a horn broken off, immediately shut up.

Hawke then looked at Michael, whose sword of light was lowered and whose six wings were flapping incessantly.

If the three four-winged angels he just killed were comparable in strength to Bronze Saints who were almost Silver Saints...

Therefore, the fighting power of the six-winged angel Michael in front of us is almost equal to that of a Gold Saint.

His combat power is on par with Hawke's when he doesn't unleash his full potential.

but……

There are also differences between infinity.

If Hawke's power level after unleashing his cosmos is close to 99.9% of a Gold Saint, then he's just one step away from awakening the Seventh Sense.

So Michael in front of us is only about 90% of the level of a Gold Saint.

and so!
Yes. Hawke was burning his cosmos, but he wasn't using his full power.

Because he still suspected that everything before him was a charade orchestrated by Mephisto and Jehovah.

Just as the Blood God Madora had said before, she explained how she had naively believed Mephisto's words, which led to her being killed by Mephisto and Jehovah.

So while Hawke was fighting Michael, his six senses permeated the greatsword behind him. And just as Mephisto roared in encouragement, his six senses also captured a scent from the depths of Michael's soul that he had recently encountered and still remembered vividly.

This made him momentarily dazed.

This is why he was struck by Michael's sword.

But right now?
Hawke stared at Michael before him, his face mask concealing his gaze, only his eyes revealing a hint of mockery.

"I should call you Michael."

"I'll call you again..."

"Madora?"

With his six wings flapping lightly, Michael lowered his golden eyes slightly, glancing at the Hawke's blood stained on his sword of light. Hearing Hawke's words, a mocking smile appeared on his perfect face. Then, he folded his wings and plummeted towards Hawke like a shooting star.

"Heretics, accept divine judgment!"

"The Holy Sword!"

With his longsword in front of him, moving with the speed of a shooting star, Michael seemed to have merged with the sword of light in his hand, aiming straight for Hawke's heart, determined to pierce through him.

Hawke didn't dodge or evade.

Almost at the moment Michael's sword tip was about to touch him, the black flames around him exploded, sweeping across the surroundings. At the same time, his cosmos fluctuated strangely. His right hand seemed to travel through time and space, and his index finger suddenly touched Michael's brow.

"Accept your fear!"

"Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist!"

"Duang!"

Completely formed by the explosion of the microcosm and the appearance of the Phoenix Heart, an invisible and intangible torrent of thoughts, yet condensed with countless pains, despairs, hatreds, and madness, was unleashed from Hawke's index finger, instantly piercing Michael's mental barrier and exploding directly within Michael's soul.

In Michael's golden eyes, it seemed as if he saw the fall of heaven, the extinguishing of holy light, and the fall of countless angels—a fear that originated from the depths of his own soul that he never wanted to think about.

This boundless fear was amplified infinitely under the Phoenix Illusion Demon Fist.

As a result, Michael, like Hawke who had just been disturbed by Mephisto, experienced a fatal pause in his movements.

Hawke also spotted this flaw.

next second.

The moment Hawke retracted his right hand, it instantly clenched into a fist. As the black phoenix projection appeared, and just as the black phoenix perfectly merged with him once again, it transformed into an ordinary punch that he threw out.

"Phoenix Wings Soaring Through the Sky!"

The fist aimed directly at Michael's Sword of Light, which shattered instantly. The fist continued its forceful strike, slamming into Michael's Armor of Light.

"Kacha——"

The sound of Michael's armor of light shattering was so clear it was heartbreaking.

but!
The fists continued relentlessly, piercing through Michael's armor and awakening his dormant soul.

Michael's cold pupils lowered, rapidly contracting as he looked at the body plunging into his chest, then he clenched his right fist, which was filled with golden blood and had an all-too-familiar, beating heart.

"This is……"

"my heart!"

Michael muttered to himself, and then the six luminous wings behind him began to wither and shatter, and even his body began to become transparent at this moment.

next moment.

Michael, whose physical body died but whose soul remained immortal, transformed into a stream of light the moment his body became transparent, soaring into the sky in an attempt to escape hell.

If an angel's soul stays in hell for too long, it will also be defiled by the aura of hell and become a fallen angel.

But just as Michael's soul was about to fly to the edge of the Hell dimension...

boom!
The projection of the underworld appeared, the dark phoenix opened its eyes, and then, with Michael's sharp cry, it sucked the unwitting Michael into the underworld's hell.

at the same time!

Click!

Hawke turned his head and saw that with Michael's death, a crack appeared on the huge sword that was floating above the Hell Dimension. The crack spread at a visible speed and soon reached every corner of the sword.

Bang!
The sword shattered, and with it, the divine aura that seemed to specifically counter the power of hell vanished in an instant.

"Roar!"

"Kill them!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

With the return of the unsuppressed power of hell, the situation instantly reversed.

This time, it was the angels' army that fled.

But the angelic army did not.

They were still trying to kill the demons, much like a cold, mechanical machine.

The angelic army sang hymns.

Then--

Submerged by a tide of demons!
……

(End of this chapter)