Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 337 I'm Giving You Face, But You Don't Want It (Third Update!!!)

The place that should have been the Flint Monastery is now deserted.

But this does not affect the awakening of the Angel of Death in the slightest.

After all, the Flint Monastery was merely a coordinate used to identify the location of Mephisto's first arrival on Earth from the Hell Dimension.

Although the Flint Monastery has just been destroyed, the coordinates are still there.

As long as the Angel of Death arrives at this coordinate at the designated time, it can awaken even without the Flint Monastery.

only……

The Death Angel, who looks about six or seven years old, has now arrived at the designated coordinates and is just waiting for the right time to awaken. He seems somewhat reluctant.

The Angel of Death struggled against its surroundings, trying to break free from the small space sealed by Hawke.

This was somewhat difficult for Hawke to understand.

He looked at the struggling angel of death, his tone calm.

"You wanted to awaken, and I let you awaken. What, now you're not happy about it?"

"pagan!"

The Angel of Death glared at Hawke: "I will not let your evil plans succeed."

He wants to awaken.

But can his awakening be the same as the awakening we are experiencing now?

The angel of death desires to awaken, accompanied by the skeletal blood angel, to guide the Lord's descent after awakening, and then charge into Hell to restore the Lord's glory on Earth.

But now.

The heretic before them did indeed want to awaken him, but only to use his awakening to summon the Lord and then launch a counterattack against their Heavenly Dimension.

and so--

"I'd rather die than obey!"

The Angel of Death roared, then grabbed its own head with both hands, preparing to forcibly separate its head from its body.

next second.

He was completely frozen in place.

Hawke scoffed.

"die?"

"Do not worry."

"You're going to die."

Hawke used his telekinesis to position the frozen Death Angel like a puppet, making it appear as if it were sitting cross-legged, waiting to awaken. He met the Death Angel's shocked and terrified eyes and said in a low voice, "As long as you awaken and guide that old Jehovah to descend with his homeland, you will die. I can guarantee you that."

The Death Angel, bound and unable to move except for its mouth, listened to Hawke's eerie tone, its voice hoarse and dry.

“Heretics, don’t even think about it. I will never let my lord fall into your trap.”

"Hehe, that's not up to you."

Hawke, hands in his pockets, looked at the Angel of Death before him, who was displaying an unyielding and defiant demeanor: "Awakening is automatic, and your guidance of Jehovah is also automatic. Therefore, you are destined to be my guide, the one who will lead the destruction of the Heavenly Dimension."

Never fight a battle unprepared.

He had asked Mephisto about everything regarding the Angel of Death back in the Hell's Tavern.

The awakening of the Angel of Death is automatic. As long as it arrives at the right place and at the right time, it will automatically awaken, and no one can interfere with it.

same.

After the Angel of Death awakened, in order to notify the Heavenly Dimension immediately, Jehovah also changed this notification to automatic.

At the moment the Angel of Death awakens, relying on the energy of that awakening, it will instantly notify the Heavenly Dimension. At the same time, the Heavenly Dimension can also use the residual energy generated by this awakening to move from any time and space to the planet where the Angel of Death resides, by consuming a massive amount of its own energy.

and so!
Hawke's task is to completely clear the area before the Angel of Death awakens, then capture the Angel of Death and wait for it to awaken.

"almost."

"One more hour."

"You can do me a favor. Awaken now and summon that old bastard Jehovah. In return, I can give you a quick death."

Hawke smiled as he looked at the angel of death before him: "Or, I can wait another hour. Anyway, you will awaken at the appointed time. That's the mechanism, and you can't stop it. But if you insist on making me wait an hour, I can guarantee that you will experience the same way of dying as those two birdmen just now, and your soul will belong to me after death. I guarantee I will give you an eternal punishment."

The Death Angel, whose movements were restricted, looked at the smiling Hawke and felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head.

but……

Fear is a biological instinct, faith is the birdman's hymn!
The Angel of Death suppressed his fear and glared at Hawke, speaking each word with venom.

"You, don't, even think about it!"

"Row."

Hawke, upon hearing this, chuckled and, without even glancing at the Angel of Death, turned around and vanished without a trace, as if his figure had completely merged with the air.

The Angel of Death remained bound in place, forced into a cross-legged sitting posture similar to meditation.

In the silent night sky, in the desolate desert, a solitary angel of death, its eyes darting around in fear and unease, searching for Hawke's shadow.

But Hawke has disappeared.

Actually——

Hawke was sitting cross-legged not far away.

Since the Angel of Death is unwilling to cooperate, then so be it. His fate is already sealed anyway, so why waste his breath?

Hawke's mind ascended, and he opened his eyes to examine his own timeline. If he had previously compressed his time, now he felt a smooth, seamless integration of time with himself.

After slaying the two Blood Angels, Jack and Allen, Hawke was so confident that, without even trying, he could break the speed of light barrier.

but……

Just as Hawke was examining his timeline from a completely new perspective, an unforgettable allure came from the future of that timeline once again.

This temptation is far stronger than ever before.

In the future of his time, accompanied by the glimmer of the future, there was an indescribable, ineffable sense of regret that Hawke would regret for the rest of his life if he didn't look, or perhaps Hawke cast his gaze in that direction.

Hawke almost instinctively shifted his gaze there.

However, at the last moment, with the guidance of the Mind Stone from the Phoenix Eye and his own vigilance, Hawke closed his eyes at the final juncture.

next moment.

Without hesitation, Hawke directly hid his timeline back into the depths of the phantom of the Cosmic Phoenix, once again transforming into a faint galaxy that spanned his universe.

He looked up at the timeline he had hidden, a timeline where the past was already predetermined, but the future seemed to have come alive. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of wariness and apprehension about time flashed in his eyes.

Without him.

At that moment, Hawke felt the malice of time.

Yes.

Malice.

Although the future was full of temptations, at the last moment, Hawke felt the sinister malice of time amidst these endless temptations.

It seems, it appears, that time is determined for him to take a look at the future.

If it weren't for the Mind Stone and his usual composure, he probably would have fallen into the trap of time, turning the future that time had arranged for him into a past that was destined to happen.

"hiss!"

"By the way..."

"The God-King Odin and the Supreme Ancient One did not want to see the future, but rather they succumbed to the allure of time under this unparalleled and indescribable temptation."

"But why?"

Hawke, having reopened his eyes in reality, had a flickering gaze and was pondering the origins of time's sinister malice.

Forget it.

Anyway, Gu Yi hasn't retired yet. I'll go see Gu Yi after I'm done with things here.

Adhering to the principle of "if someone doesn't use it, it expires and becomes worthless," Hawke quickly abandoned his own thoughts, but after raising his awareness of time to an unparalleled level, he came back to his senses and focused his gaze on the Death Angel, who was bound in place by him and whose expression was beginning to look a little strange.

because--

The time for awakening is fast approaching.

At this moment, the Angel of Death felt the heart beating faster and faster in the darkness, and tried to suppress it, attempting to delay this awakening.

If he survives the final moments of awakening, then he will be finished, and his Lord Jehovah will not fall unprepared into the trap of these heretics.

and so--

"what--!!!"

Bound in place, the Angel of Death looked up, his expression ferocious as he roared, "Heretics, come out! I will never let you succeed! The glory of the Lord will thoroughly judge you!"

Hawke's figure—

wrong.

Once again, the Gemini Cloth, materialized using the Reality Gem, appeared silently. Hearing the roar of the Angel of Death, Hawke extended his right index finger and touched the brow of the angel of death, whose expression was ferocious. His voice was cold and merciless as it rang in the angel of death's ear.

"I gave you a decent chance, but you didn't take it."

"In that case, forget it."

"I will do it myself."

"Illusory Magic Fist!"

With Hawke's cold voice, the index finger that touched the Angel of Death's brow shone brightly.

next moment.

The Angel of Death felt as if it had been electrocuted; with a hiss, its limbs went limp, and its ferocious yet restrained gaze gradually became dull.

If Hawke's Phoenix Illusion Fist, based on his natal constellation, can only induce hallucinations that lead to death, then...

So--

The Gemini Saint's Illusion Demon Fist is an upgraded version of the Illusion Demon Fist.

Illusory Magic Fist!
It is known as the legendary forbidden technique of the Demon Fist. The Illusion Demon Fist attacks the enemy's brain nerves, but the Illusionary Illusion Fist can not only attack the enemy's brain nerves, but also make the enemy obey the caster's commands as if hypnotized, allowing the caster to do whatever he wants.

Hawke released the Angel of Death from its restraints, controlled the Gemini Cloth through meditation, and then controlled the Angel of Death through the Illusionary Magic Fist.

next second.

The Angel of Death, with a blank expression and empty eyes, slowly rose from the ground like a puppet on strings.

Hawke looked up at the bright moon and starry night sky, his voice low and melancholic.

"Jehovah..."

"boom--!!!"

(End of this chapter)