Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 334 Galactic Explosion!

Chapter 334 Galactic Explosion! (Third Update!!!)

The deserts of Texas are quite distinctive.

Especially at dusk.

The sky seemed to have been burned to a bronze color, and under this bronze light, the endless desert and gravel land also seemed to have been dyed golden.

Unexpected.

The gravelly ground trembled.

Tremor.

With the increasingly rapid tremors, which seemed to resonate, and as the gravel at the horizon hung in the air, the tremors gradually moved toward the flint monastery in the distance, which was entirely built of stones that had withstood countless years of wind and rain.

Bang!
As the tremor continued, a loud bang was heard, and a crack suddenly appeared in the massive stone wall of the Flint Monastery.

At first, the crack looked like a thin black spider web on the outer wall, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to come alive, rapidly climbing, branching, and spreading upwards.

Fine pebbles and dust cascaded down from the cracks.

Immediately afterwards——

The entire Flint Monastery seemed to tremble along with it.

next moment.

boom!
The moment countless black cracks that appeared at the bottom of the outer wall spread to the top, quantitative change led to qualitative change.

The outer walls of the Flint Monastery began to collapse.

Rumble!
The Flint Monastery, which had stood for an unknown period of time in this desolate land, collapsed with a deafening roar amidst a cloud of dust, all under the watchful eye of the Aegis satellite.

"Thank you so much."

"Jesus Christ."

"hiss!"

"Hawk."

As always, although they were not qualified to participate in a battle of this magnitude, it did not stop S.H.I.E.L.D. from watching from a distance. Though late, they arrived.

As the Flint Monastery collapsed with a deafening roar, gasps of alarm echoed through the New York SHIELD Operations Command Center, where only a dozen or so people were qualified to know about the incident.

Sharon gasped as she looked at the building that had crumbled before the fighting even began.

Gwen, standing beside him, stared at the monastery completely covered in dust on the screen, her little fists clenched tightly.

However, because the Shattered Stone Monastery is located in a remote and open area, the dust raised by the collapse came quickly and went quickly.

Almost at the very moment the dust rose, a ray of golden light, ignoring the obstruction of the dust, shone through the dust and bloomed on the gravelly land of the Texas desert.

The burst of golden light was like a signal.

It's like the starting pistol in the referee's hand before a battle begins.

As this ray of golden light appeared, a ray began to appear on the horizon where there had been no one before...

wrong.

It wasn't just a wisp, but a large expanse; to be precise, it was a crescent-shaped area of blood red centered on the Flint Monastery.

The crimson hue, like ink dripped into clear water, began to spread slowly at first, but then expanded at an alarming speed, as if the entire horizon was bleeding.

next second.

A crimson tide surged forth.

Tens of thousands of crimson angels, forming an endless tide of blood, are rapidly sweeping across the desert landscape toward the location of the Flint Monastery.

But these blood angels are different from the blood angels like Andrew Chloe that Hawke had seen.

The difference between Andrew Chloe and an angel is that his wings are blood red.

But what about these blood angels before us?

Calling them angels feels like an insult to the devil.

Because of these blood angels, they look even more demonic than demons.

Their shapes could only be described as having a basic human form, but they appeared even more grotesque and distorted. Now that the monks' robes that covered their bodies had been removed, they looked even more hideous.

Because beneath their monks' robes, their faces appeared to be randomly constructed from peeled muscle and congealed blood, their skin translucent, beneath which surged a crimson light.

They had no facial features; their faces were just two empty holes burning with pure red flames.

Even their wings weren't the blood-red color of Andrew Chloe's, but rather soft, goose-feather-like feathers.

The wings of these blood angels were tattered fleshy wings made of some kind of fascia and energy veins. When they unfolded, they made a teeth-grinding tearing sound and whipped up a putrid, fishy wind.

They didn't scream when they ran.

There was no shouting.

There was no roar; it seemed like a pure killing machine, silent and still, with the sickening sound of its tattered wings tearing through the air, forming a blood-red tornado as it roared toward the location that was gradually blooming with golden light in the dust.

no way.

Blood Angel Jack and Allen actually wanted to create more than 10,000 Blood Angels.

pity……

That's impossible. When they came from across time, Jehovah gave them only three drops of angel blood.

These creatures, which resemble skeletal blood angels, are also transformed from vampires.

To be precise, it is the advanced static form of Normacus, the King of the Reapers.

What they gave Normacus was a weakened version, intended to conceal the truth that vampires were disappearing one after another across Europe.

These skeletal blood angels were prepared by them to welcome back the Lord. At the same time, after the Angel of Death awakened, these skeletal blood angels were also an important force that the Angel of Death brought to the Hell dimension to take over the Hell dimension.

at the moment!

Let this heretic experience firsthand the power of these half-alive, half-dead skeletal blood angels.

Jack and Allen unfurled their enormous blood-red wings, their lips curving upwards as they gazed into the distance at the golden light that seemed to be enveloped by an endless tide of crimson.

The desert is trembling!
A torrent of countless skeletal blood angels trampled cacti and crushed sand dunes. Their claws dug up the golden sand under the sunlight, making the entire earth seem as if it were spraying blood mist backward.

The sky was obscured by their figures, and the afterglow of the setting sun was cut into fragments! As far as the eye could see, in all directions, everything was crimson, like a blood-red tsunami pouring down from the depths of hell.

In the middle of the tsunami, as the dust settled, Hawke, completely covered by a golden armor mask, raised his right hand.

The nascent power of his cosmos gradually condensed into golden light in his palm.

Accompanied by a roar.

The first wave of skeleton blood angels leaped up and rained down on Hawke like a torrential downpour of blood.

Hawk, completely concealed by his golden armor, neither dodged nor evaded, his palm facing the sky, his voice calm!
"Lightspeed punch!"

“Bang, bang, bang—!!”

Golden light burst forth from Hawke's palm, one beam, two beams, and almost as soon as Hawke finished speaking, the sky was filled with golden fist shadows.

All of a sudden.

The skeletal blood angels surged forward like a tidal wave, seemingly transforming into a rain of blood that instantly stained the sky crimson.

Blood rained down from the sky, and their corpses fell like raindrops onto the gravelly earth.

But the first wave of dead skeleton blood angels did not frighten the subsequent skeleton blood angels.

The skeletal blood angels that followed stepped over the corpses that had fallen in front of them and attacked Hawk in deathly silence, without shouting.

Hawke already knew what these skeleton blood angels were all about when he threw his punch.

Their souls have disappeared.

Or--

Their souls were burned, based on vampires, and then fueled by the blood of blood angels, igniting the vampire souls and transforming them into the grotesque, skeletal blood angels they are today, obeying only commands.

but……

Thinking about returning.

This did not hinder Hawke's punches at all.

At this moment, Hawk, dressed in the Gemini Gold Cloth, with his full-coverage mask that even covered his eyes, slightly raised his head and looked at the skeletal blood angels surging towards him like a tide. He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and then seemingly casually waved it forward.

"Galaxy Starburst!"

"Sizzle—!!!"

No sound.

Or perhaps the sound was swallowed up by a more powerful force the moment it appeared.

Almost the instant Hawke flicked his finger, the space with a diameter of ten kilometers centered on him suddenly went dark, as if all the light had been sucked out.

next moment.

Countless stars, seemingly shrunk in proportion, were born and expanded in this dark sky.

Then--

break out!

This was a cosmic-scale explosion and collapse. As the shockwave swept through, all the skeletal blood angels within a ten-kilometer radius vanished the moment they came into contact with this cosmic-level shockwave.

Yes.

It wasn't shattered.

It wasn't so much that it was shattered, but rather that it was directly disintegrated and decomposed at the molecular level by an invisible, enormous force, turning into the most microscopic red dust, which was then completely annihilated by the simulated force of cosmic collapse.

When this anomaly of the universe collapsing disappears and we return to reality...

Wearing the Gemini Gold Cloth and fully covered by his mask, Hawke remained quietly suspended above the location of the Flint Monastery.

As for the Skull Blood Angel?

What skeletal blood angel? There's no skeletal blood angel here. Let alone a skeletal blood angel, within a radius of kilometers centered on Hawke, all the sand and gravel have turned into a color that looks like transparent glass.

It was formed by the sand being compressed by a cosmic force.

at this time.

"call out!"

Two blood-red phantoms appeared on either side of Hawke, one on the left and one on the right.

next second.

There was applause.

With his blood-red wings flapping, Jack hovered in the air, looking at Hawke with a playful expression and clapping.

"Well done."

"I must admit, heretic, your strength is indeed outstanding."

"No wonder the main purpose is to make you convert."

"pity--"

"The Lord is merciful, but also wrathful. Since you are unwilling to convert to the Lord, then you are a heretic."