Chapter 118

But...

Gwen recalled the woman she had seen while waiting for Hawk in the car—the woman who walked with the wind, with a cold and stern face, like a thorny iceberg—and she really couldn't connect the Anna in front of her, who was like an iceberg blooming, with that previous Anna.

However, she didn't say anything, just suppressed this curiosity.

After shaking hands with Gwen, Anna immediately looked at Hawk.

"Hawk, see if these are enough?"

"Good."

Hawk nodded.

Anna then turned around and led Hawk toward the back of the truck's cargo hold.

Gwen followed closely behind.

As the truck's cargo hold opened, instantly, the iron meteorites that almost filled the entire cargo hold appeared before Hawk's eyes.

Gwen looked at the iron meteorites filling the cargo hold and couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

Anna patted the cargo hold, looked at Hawk, and said with a smile: "Sorry, time was a bit tight, I only found thirty tons; if it's not enough, I'll have people look for more."

Hawk heard this quantity, and the corners of his mouth twitched covertly.

Time was tight? Thirty tons? If it's not enough, you can find more?

Alright.

No need to doubt it now.

It's confirmed to be Hydra.

In this world, being able to collect thirty tons of iron meteorites within these short three months, setting aside official forces, I'm afraid only Hydra has this kind of energy.

Hawk's thoughts turned, he looked at Anna, and said with a smile: "Enough, not only enough, but even more than enough; I'm very satisfied, thank you."

How many iron meteorites are needed to forge a piece of Holy Cloth?

Although what he wanted wasn't iron meteorites, but the Silver Star Sand formed after grinding iron meteorites using the power of the Cosmo.

But...

Even so, thirty tons of iron meteorites were enough for him to forge the Phoenix Holy Cloth while still having a surplus to leave for the next Holy Cloth forging.

Anna heard Hawk's answer, and her smile became even happier; she then patted the cargo hold again.

"Are you going to haul it away directly, or..."

"..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw that Hawk had already started.

Immediately after.

Anna watched this scene unfolding before her, her pupils contracting rapidly.

Entering her sight.

Hawk walked straight to the cargo hold, and after taking a deep breath, accompanied by his opened right hand, the thirty tons of iron meteorites in the cargo hold seemed to be pulled by something, one after another, abruptly disappearing without a trace.

And from a perspective that Anna couldn't see.

Hawk's Cosmo projected out, slowly rotating like a black hole, pulling these iron meteorites into his own Cosmo.

The Phoenix star chart was even more brilliant like fire within the Cosmo.

These iron meteorites would be ground away in the Cosmo by the power of Hawk's Cosmo, turning into silver sand, then would be transferred into the Phoenix star chart, and subsequently, under the action of the Phoenix fire, become Silver Star Sand, one of the three major materials for manufacturing Holy Cloths!

But like the last time he collected Gammanium, it required time.

In fact, Holy Cloths are the same; the longer the Holy Cloth has existed, the more powerful it is; after all, a Holy Cloth is a container for the power of the constellations.

In the blink of an eye, the thirty tons of iron meteorites that filled the cargo hold had all disappeared.

Anna's pupils had already lost count of how many times they had been shocked.

Gwen, standing to the side, watched this somewhat eerie scene and also felt shocked.

Hawk, after finishing all this, showed a signal of fatigue between his brows.

After all, there are no Saints in this world; if you treat the Marvel Universe as a game, then his Cosmo power system is not written into this game's code.

Although he could burn his own Cosmo to achieve the purpose of projecting a phantom of his Cosmo.

But compared to the Saint Seiya world, it was twice the effort for half the result.

However...

Hawk had already thought of a solution.

Just as he had already thought of how to solve the problem of the Holy Cloth's power being inferior.

But no rush now; these two things, at the very least, would have to wait until he had manufactured the Holy Cloth before he was qualified to consider them.

Hawk exhaled a breath of turbid air, the fatigue between his brows also disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye; he then looked at Anna, whose pupils were somewhat shocked, and extended his right arm: "Come on."

Anna temporarily came back to her senses from the shock, looked at Hawk, who was extending his right arm, and seemed somewhat unresponsive.

Hawk said with a smile: "But 200 milliliters is fine."

Anna reacted.

Her expression...

Just before her expression had time to change, she heard Hawk add another sentence with a smile.

"I'll give you four hundred milliliters."

"..."