Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 276 Old Mo: Give a Brother a Hand (Second Update!)

Hawke and Gwen embraced on the sofa.

but……

Not long after they embraced, Gwen, feeling Hawke's claws getting restless, opened her eyes, swatted Hawke's claws away, got up from the sofa, grabbed the latest biology journal, rolled her eyes at Hawke, and then walked towards the study in her slippers.

Two months of uniform temptation is enough.

Want more food for free?

impossible.

Hawke watched Gwen walk up the stairs without looking back, smiled slightly, and then looked away.

next second.

His mind sank into the underworld.

The Second Prison, the Torrential Rain Hell!

In a boundless world where intense acid rain falls daily, enough to corrode the soul, the six-winged angel Michael has long since become a bloody mess.

His body sizzled as it was constantly burned by the acid rain.

Meanwhile, the three pairs of magnificent wings behind it also resembled chicken wings that had been deep-fried but not completely plucked.

Even whenever Michael used his wings to stop the acid rain from corroding his flawless face, a scarlet whip would instantly lash out at him, causing him to let out an uncontrollable scream.

"what!"

"Move!"

After the blood elf, who was serving as the second jailer, withdrew his whip, he roared at the screaming Michael.

Because they are beings from the underworld, the blood elves are naturally immune to the acid rain here.

Besides the Second Hell, the other hells also have blood elves acting as jailers, tirelessly urging the souls who come here to be punished.

Hawke appeared abruptly.

Upon seeing this, the blood elf immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Meet Hades!"

"Okay, you can step back now."

"Yes."

After the blood elf stood up, he turned around and vanished from the Second Prison in an instant, his figure as swift as lightning.

Apart from the first female blood elf, Kayla, and the first male blood elf, Kai, who called Hawke "master," all the other blood elves referred to him as Hades.

This is what Kayla and Kay requested.

After all, in the West, calling someone "master" is more intimate than calling them "the god of the underworld."

Hawke didn't bother to make a big deal out of the nickname, so he didn't say anything.

The moment he appeared, the acid rain that had been constantly falling in the Second Prison temporarily ceased.

But at this moment, Michael had become just like a feathered chicken that hadn't been plucked and was thrown into a frying pan for a quick deep-fry.

Hawke glanced at it, his eyes turning bloodshot!

puff!
Michael died on the spot, but when he was resurrected, he was back to full health.

"It looks more comfortable this way, not so ugly."

"heresy……"

Even in death, even deep within Hawke's hell, Michael maintained his archangelic posture, staring intently at Hawke: "The Lord will judge you."

Hawke's expression remained calm.

"Really? I don't think he's qualified to judge me."

"The Lord has the authority to judge any living being."

"Yeah."

Hawke smiled at Michael: "Tell me the coordinates of the Heavenly Dimension, and I will go there to find Jehovah now."

Michael did not speak.

Hawke scoffed.

"Look, you don't even have the courage to tell me the coordinates of Heaven's dimensions, yet you spout nonsense about Jehovah having the right to judge me. You don't even believe it yourself."

"The Lord will judge you."

Michael's expression remained unchanged as he coldly stared at Hawke, as if he only knew one thing: "My faith in the Lord cannot be destroyed by any means you employ, not even if you refine my soul."

Hawke looked at Michael and nodded upon hearing this.

"Fine, then I won't refine your soul."

"..."

Michael's indifferent expression remained unchanged, but his breathing noticeably faltered.

He probably felt he was very discreet.

But this is the underworld, and if Hawke wanted to, he could sense every move of any soul.

and so……

Hawke smiled and looked at Michael: "Don't worry, it's not just you. I won't refine any of the angel souls that come here in the future. Your destiny will be to suffer endless torment in this hell, for eternity!"

Michael's expression changed.

But at that moment, the previously stagnant, endless, violent acid rain struck again, and in an instant, Michael, whose face, arms, and wings were once again burned and pierced, let out another shrill scream.

Just as Michael instinctively crouched down.

Blood Elves reappear.

"Snapped!"

"Get up, move! Quick, birdman!"

"Snapped!"

"what!"

Michael let out another shrill scream. His eyes, pierced by the acid rain, were no longer bright and were still fixed on the direction where Hawk had been before his eyes were damaged.

Unfortunately, Hawke has already left.

He came here to see Michael simply to see Michael's miserable state.

That's it.

Hawke had no intention of making Michael submit, and even if Michael wanted to submit, Hawke would not accept it.

Well known.

Those who dabble in religious beliefs are often extreme and wicked. They either wage holy war.

It's either another holy war.

The most important thing.

Michael seems eager to defile his underworld, so Hawke is even less likely to let Michael have his way.

Just like Hawke said before he left.

Michael's future is only one: eternal suffering in the torrential hell.

At night.

Hawke received Mephisto's message, glanced at Gwen beside him, who was panting in her white-rimmed glasses and teacher's uniform, smiled slightly, kissed Gwen, then put on his pajamas, tore open a spacetime rift, and entered the Hell Dimension once again.

into the eye.

The Hell dimension was still a mess.

Having been here several times before, Hawke knew the way like the back of his hand, and went straight to the tavern in Hell.

Mephisto, who was working as a bartender in the Hellish Tavern, chuckled and invited Hawke to sit down, then gave Hawke a hellish bartending performance.

after awhile.

A glass of bright red bourbon whiskey was then pushed in front of Hawke.

"Added with angel blood, heated with hellfire, and paired with the most classic Thunder Bourbon Angel Whiskey on Earth."

"Please taste it."

"..."

Hawke listened to Mephisto's introduction, then looked at the bright red whiskey in front of him that was still glowing with hellfire, and his lips twitched involuntarily. He then looked up at Mephisto.

Mephisto had already taken a sip and was looking at him expectantly.

Hawke thought for a moment, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

Entrance!

The divine flavor exploded in my mouth instantly.

One word.

Fragrant!
Hawke's eyes lit up, and he downed the drink in one gulp.

Mephisto laughed heartily and refilled Hawke's glass.

"How about it? Not bad, right? These birdmen, putting everything else aside, are a treasure trove of ingredients. I specifically left more than 500 birdmen alive. By the way, you haven't tried roasted angel wings yet, have you? I'll make one for you to try later."

"..."

Hawke looked at Mephisto, who was speaking with a savage grin, revealing his scarlet teeth and furious eyes, and chuckled: "Now I'm pretty sure you're not an ally of Jehovah."

Mephisto laughed heartily: "He and I are not on the same wavelength. I only lie, but I never play with faith."

Hawke nodded in agreement.

Upon closer examination, the lie told by the Blood God Madora that Mephisto and Jehovah were in cahoots is actually quite flimsy.

If you think about it carefully, you can find many loopholes in the words of the Blood God Madora.

For example, there's no such thing as a coincidence.

Mephisto has more than one inhabited planet that provides him with a continuous supply of souls.

Madora the Blood God is a disappointment, but he was still a dimensional ruler. How could he possibly have died out so easily after killing Dickon Frost?

If it's too much of a coincidence, then it's not a coincidence, but a premeditated act.

Another point.

Mephisto needs a soul to sustain his existence.

Jehovah, like the Celestials, was created by the Celestials as a tool to quickly incubate new Celestials.

This alone makes it impossible for Mephisto and Jehovah to coexist peacefully.

Fortunately, he didn't really believe in the Blood God Madora.

Just as he said at the time.

Mephisto may not be a good person, but Madora, the God of Blood, is not necessarily an honest person either.

really.

The Blood God Madora's name is fake; his real name is Michael, the archangel of Heaven.

Hawke shook his head and smiled wryly, taking the glass of wine Mephisto offered.

"How long will it take for your injuries to heal?"

"I'm already fine."

Mephisto puffed out his chest.

Hawke raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with golden light. As his gaze fell upon Mephisto, it revealed Mephisto's true form.

Bright red blood, like lava, continued to seep from Mephisto's demonic body.

The broken demon horn on its head was also oozing blood.

Hawke then looked at Mephisto with a smile but said nothing.

Mephisto opened his mouth, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, and took a deep breath.

Earth Day, once a year.

"This time, that old Jehovah took me by surprise and had all the angel souls hidden in Hell self-destruct, severely injuring me. I will need at least a year to absorb Hell energy to recover."

Hawke, recalling the devastation of the hellish landscape he had just traversed, nodded and looked at Mephisto.

"So, you have no way to go to Earth to find that developing Hell's Angel?"

"hehe."

Mephisto shook his head and gave a bitter smile: "That's the power of that old Jehovah. Yes, if no one helps me, I can only watch helplessly as the fully-developed Hell Angels come to seize power from me."

As he spoke, Mephisto's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Hawke.

It seems to be saying!

Brother, give me a hand.

Hawke met Mephisto's gaze, his thoughts racing, then downed his drink in one gulp before looking at Mephisto.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

"..."

(End of this chapter)