Chapter 242: Hawk in Nirvana! (Five updates, begging for full subscription!)

Clang! Clang!

The phoenix flies, singing in harmony!

Just at the moment Hawk closed his eyes, accompanied by the sound of a phoenix cry, in an instant, a pure, incomparably brilliant phantom of a phoenix composed of light and fire appeared behind Hawk.

The next second.

The phoenix phantom erupted with brilliant flames that merged into the body of Hawk, who had already closed his eyes.

Boom—

The flames, brilliant to the extreme, formed a pair of burning phoenix wings on both sides of Hawk. Immediately after, the phoenix phantom, like a gentle mother, folded its wings, seemingly afraid of disturbing the already sleeping Hawk, and the wings slowly wrapped around him.

Malekith, who hadn't shown a look of astonishment even when his face was completely disfigured, was completely stunned after seeing this scene.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Thor's expression was also one of astonishment at this moment.

"This is..."

"Thor."

Natasha walked to Thor's side at this moment, also looking with a dazed expression at Hawk, who seemed to have merged perfectly with the phoenix phantom, or seemed to be held in its wings with his eyes tightly closed, as if all signs of life had disappeared: "This is..."

Thor's thoughts turned.

"Nirvana!"

"Nirvana?"

"He is not a demigod."

Thor only reacted after seeing this scene.

What demigod.

Bullshit!

This damn thing is a god.

Whether it was the conversation between Thor and Natasha or the look of astonishment on Malekith's face, it all actually happened in an instant.

Just like Hawk.

He remembered closing his eyes the second before, but the next second, after he opened his eyes, he found that he had not been resurrected.

Instead...

He had come to a tavern.

Hawk listened to the Texas songs slowly playing in the tavern, and then looked at the accessories with strong Texas elements hanging on the wall, feeling a bit dazed.

Good grief, where did this bring me?

Hawk thought to himself.

Just then, the sound of wine glasses clinking came from a table not far away.

Hawk looked in the direction the sound came from.

Coming into view.

On the tavern table sofa that had just been empty, a stranger had now appeared.

Wearing a dark suit tailored to perfection, his long black hair slightly messy, but one could still see those long, narrow dark golden pupils, his pale face wore a playful smile as he raised the glass in his hand toward Hawk, who was looking over.

It seemed he was inviting Hawk over to share a drink.

Hawk frowned, lifted his feet to walk over, and then sat down opposite the stranger.

The man opposite smiled and passed over a glass of wine he had already poured.

"Bourbon from the Thunder Distillery in Kentucky."

"Try it."

"..."

Hawk glanced at the glass filled with wine pushed in front of him, then raised his eyes to look at the smiling man opposite.

The next second.

He picked up the glass in front of him and drank the wine in one gulp.

The next second.

Hawk placed the empty glass back on the table and looked at the man opposite: "Hello, Mephisto."

The man opposite...

No.

Mephisto, disguised as a decadent Texas youth from the 80s or 90s, laughed out loud.

But the laughter came quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

Mephisto abruptly stopped his laughter, then looked at Hawk, revealing his true form.

That well-tailored suit on his body was no longer fabric; it squirmed and split like a living thing, revealing not flesh and blood underneath, but a rolling, viscous mixture like asphalt and lava.

That gentlemanly human face also completely disappeared, replaced by a hideous demon skull.

The skin was a charred crimson.

Rough like gravel.

The bridge of the nose disappeared, leaving only two holes spewing sparks.

Those dark golden pupils also turned into pure hellfire at this moment.

The next moment.

Mephisto, having revealed his true form, smiled wickedly at Hawk, his voice as low as if coming from the abyss: "Welcome to Hell!"

The ruler of the Hell dimension, Mephisto, is here.

Hawk had no expression, just quietly looking at Mephisto before him.

Mephisto, seeing that his performance didn't get any cooperation, laughed in a low voice: "You don't seem afraid at all; you didn't enter Nirvana, but came to Hell."

Hawk ignored this sentence and instead looked at Mephisto: "Can you let me see my sister?"

Although he didn't know how he had come to Hell.

But one thing was certain.

He had already entered the Nirvana process.

So...

When in Rome, do as the Romans do; if possible, he wanted to see his sister Anya.

Mephisto heard Hawk's request, and the hideous expression on his face disappeared.

The next second.

Mephisto, having returned to his human Texas drifter form, laughed, opened his left hand, and the bourbon on the bar automatically flew into his hand. After refilling both their glasses, he pushed it to Hawk again, picked up his own glass, and looked at Hawk.

Hawk picked up his glass, clinked it with Mephisto's on the table, and then drank it in one gulp again.

"I want to see my sister."

"Sorry."

Mephisto directly rejected Hawk's request and then gave an explanation: "Your sister is in Hell, but you are not."

Hawk frowned.

"Then where am I now?"

"On the edge of life and death."

Mephisto said, while refilling Hawk's glass with bourbon again, and raised his glass once more: "Now I know why you dared to say that if I didn't take good care of your sister, you would take my head off to use as a wine pot..."

Hawk raised an eyebrow, picked up his glass, and clinked it with Mephisto's again: "My original words weren't to use it as a wine pot, but as..."

At this moment, Mephisto drank his wine in one gulp, turned the glass upside down, and looked at Hawk.

The meaning was self-evident.

Hawk chuckled, said nothing more, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp again.

He still hadn't given up on seeing his sister.