Chapter 243: Marvel: Starting by Awakening the Little Universe Chapter 124

Hawk could feel that he was about to leave here and return to Earth.

"You are the ruler of Hell, my sister is in your Hell, you should be able to resurrect my sister, right."

"Of course!"

"Then..."

"No."

"What?"

Hawk heard Mephisto's words and frowned again: "Aren't you afraid that I will really break into your Hell."

Mephisto laughed.

After pouring wine for both of them, he didn't raise his glass like the previous three times, but leaned against the sofa behind him, crossed his legs, and said to Hawk with a smile on his gentlemanly face: "I must admit, you do have the strength to break into my Hell, but that is in the future, not now, isn't it?"

Hawk did not refute this statement.

Because it was the truth, how could he refute it.

But...

He listened quietly to Mephisto finish speaking, and also quietly gave his own answer.

"Resurrect my sister, and I can agree to any three requests of yours; you can choose not to agree, it doesn't matter. When I have the strength to walk into your Hell, Mephisto, for the sake of today's conversation, take good care of my sister, and I will spare your life."

He indeed didn't have that strength now, so he could negotiate.

But when he had that strength in the future, what would there be to negotiate?

It is well known.

When people from the East negotiate, the first condition they offer is always the most favorable. If you don't accept it the first time, I'm sorry, there will never be a chance for future conditions to be more generous than the first one.

Hawk considered himself to have shown absolute sincerity.

Three 'any' requests.

So far, he hadn't even offered such a generous favor to Hydra's Anna, who had given him the greatest and most help.

Unfortunately, Mephisto refused.

"Sorry."

"Alright."

Hawk showed no disappointment on his face; hearing Mephisto's refusal, he gave a calm look and nodded.

You don't want to talk nicely.

Then let's fight!

Hawk thought to himself.

Just then.

Mephisto chuckled: "I have no reason to have a conflict with a future god; after all, I'm still counting on gaining the dominion over the deaths of the creatures under your rule."

The authority of death is not singular.

It is well known.

Where there is death, there is life.

He doesn't control a single authority of death, but the authority of life and death.

His Hell is the final destination for the deaths of the creatures under his rule, and at the same time, it is the starting point for the beginning of life.

The wider the scope of his authority over life and death, the more powerful he becomes.

And under the rule of a great god-king, everything under his rule is a scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing.

Although it's in the future tense.

But Mephisto had already seen this possibility from Hawk, so he had no reason to offend a future god-king for the sake of an ordinary soul.

As for the Hell Hulk in the African savanna.

That was because Hawk had gossiped about him behind his back first; he threw the Hell Hulk up as a return gift.

That matter had already passed.

He didn't take it to heart, and likewise, Hawk didn't take it to heart either.

Hawk frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He was just about to say that since he didn't intend to fight him, then resurrect his sister.

Suddenly, a palpitation of the soul arose spontaneously.

Hawk lowered his eyes, looking at the golden flames rising from his toes.

"This is..."

"You should leave."

Mephisto saw this, smiled, and picked up the fourth glass of bourbon he had just poured but hadn't drunk, looking at Hawk.

Hawk saw this and also picked up the glass in front of him.

The sound of the glasses clinking was crisp.

At this very moment.

The golden flames had already swept over Hawk's entire body.

Hawk suppressed his guesses, looked at Mephisto with a calm expression, and said in a very calm tone: "Take good care of my sister."

Mephisto smiled slightly, watching Hawk, who was beginning to become transparent in the golden flames, and raised the empty glass in his hand.

"Goodbye, Hawk!"

"Goodbye, Mephisto."

When Hawk finally disappeared, he politely nodded to Mephisto.

The next second.

The golden flames, like dancing starlight, carried him away from here.

The next second.

"Where the hell did this bring me again?"

"..."