Chapter 317: Mephisto Who Really Has No Truth (Third Update!)

Hawk's tone was cold.

Mephisto was somewhat stalled, seriously suspecting that after his horn was broken by Hawk, it affected his hearing.

"I said, take your sister's soul and get out of my Hell."

"I said it's not enough now."

Hawk floated in the air, his eyes meeting Mephisto's.

"I gave you two conditions."

"The first time, I told you, resurrect my sister, and you will get three of my friendships."

"The conditions I put forward, the first time is always the best."

"But you didn't take it."

"Now I'm here, and I gave you a second condition."

"The Saint Venganza Contract is yours, in exchange for my sister's soul. I have no interest in your Hell."

"As a result, you didn't accept it again."

"This is the third time now."

"So—"

"Hand over my sister's soul. At the same time, your Hell will no longer possess souls related to me. Any soul related to me, praise my name, and enter my Underworld!"

Hawk looked at Mephisto with a blank expression: "This is my latest condition. Accept it or don't accept it, it's up to you. But if you shout to stop again next time, I won't just ask for souls related to me."

As long as I don't accept the threat, then no one can threaten me.

Hawk, who had already prepared for his sister's soul to be destroyed by Mephisto, was terrifyingly strong at this moment.

Anyway, if the soul is destroyed by Mephisto, it doesn't mean it's impossible to resurrect in the true sense.

Isn't there the Soul Stone?

At worst, after he gets out of Hell, he'll go find Thanos, the director of the family planning office, let Thanos get the Soul Stone, and after he gets it, he'll use the Reality Stone to make an exchange with Thanos, and then use the Soul Stone to resurrect his sister's soul. Isn't that fine?

What a big deal!

However...

Since Mephisto is now opening his mouth to negotiate again.

Then let's talk.

Things don't happen three times.

This is the last time.

Anyway, he has already made the worst plan.

Mephisto listened to the third and last condition Hawk put forward, his face instantly gloomy enough to drip ink.

If there was a chance to do it all over again, he swore he would choose to agree to Hawk's condition in the tavern without hesitation.

If he had agreed at that time, would it have turned into this appearance now?

Keep fighting?

This is his home field. Anyway, after smashing the Hell dimension to pieces, Hawk will pat his butt and leave, and he will have to fix the aftermath of the war.

Although Odin and Eternity were the same back then.

But...

Those two didn't say harsh words like Hawk.

For the rest of his life, he won't do anything, just watch him and serve him alone, making his Hell have no souls to enter, and making his Hell have no demons to come out.

This doesn't look like someone who can be threatened.

This is a hedgehog with its hair standing up.

The kind that explodes at a touch!

It's just...

Mephisto looked at Hawk with a gloomy face: "What does it mean to praise your name and enter your Underworld? I am willing to let your sister leave, and you still plan to fight me for the souls of Earth?"

Hawk looked blank: "When the war starts, you decide, but when it ends and in what way it ends, I decide. My condition is this. My friends, your Hell will have no right to handle their souls. Either accept it or refuse it, it's up to you."

If he weren't really uninterested in developing the Underworld, his third condition wouldn't be just this simple.

After all, he has a good main god not to strive for, why run to stare at a narrow Underworld King?

But just forget it, Hawk can't eliminate the fire in his heart.

Just right, he thought of taking away the soul authority of everyone he knew from him to avoid Mephisto, this old thing, from making any more threats in the future.

Mephisto had a gloomy face.

"What if I don't agree!"

"Then fight."

Hawk looked blank, the Saint Venganza Contract appeared in his hand again, and he said to Mephisto: "It's just that things don't happen three times. Next, I won't give you any possibility of negotiation. I will fight you to the death. Either you find a way to kill me, or you guard your withered Hell and gradually age and die."

The expression on Mephisto's face changed again and again, a pair of demon pupils staring fixedly at Hawk.

Hawk's pupils looked at Mephisto without any waves.

Half a sound.

"Get out!"

Mephisto withdrew his gaze, suppressing the anger in his heart: "Take your sister and get out of my Hell."

Hawk doesn't compromise.

Then he can only compromise.

Still the same words.

He can't afford to gamble.

Hawk, who now has his own Underworld, his soul is no longer something he can plunder.

Hawk can break the pot, because he has more than just the Underworld.

He can't, because he really only has one dimension.

But I have decided on your soul.

Right now?

"Get out of my Hell, don't let me see you again."

"Heh."

Hawk heard this, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but didn't show it, chuckling at Mephisto's words: "As long as you don't come to provoke me, I have no interest in you."

After saying that.

The black phoenix underworld cloth disintegrated, gathered into a phoenix ornament in the air again, and then twisted back to the main hall of the Underworld.

Hawk touched the ground with his feet, smiling at his sister in front of him.

His smile was happy, happier than he had ever been since 2009.

Hawk looked at his sister Anya, who was in tears in front of him, and said softly, "Hello, my sister, I'm here to take you home."

Anya looked at her brother close at hand, subconsciously extended her right hand, and the moment she really touched Hawk's cheek, she broke into a smile through tears. ===== CHAPTER 319 =====