Chapter 465: The enemy of an enemy is a friend (5K-word chapter! 1)

Caroline was on the lawn in the manor's backyard, explaining to her cousin Gwen how she had become a vampire.

Hawk, meanwhile, was in the bathroom, taking a shower while replying to a message from Mephisto, the lord of the Hell dimension.

Yes.

Mephisto had sent him a message, inviting him to Hell to sit for a while.

Under normal circumstances, Hawk didn't really want to go.

But...

Hawk was indeed quite curious about the Heaven dimension, and there was that saying, after all.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Mephisto had likely realized this after returning, which was why he had sent the invitation.

Hawk intended to accept the invitation.

Besides, Caroline's story was long—a whole season's worth—and Gwen probably wouldn't digest it that quickly. Since he was idle anyway, a trip to Hell would be fine.

So...

After his shower, Hawk put on a set of pajamas that Gwen had packed for him, found her, and told her about Mephisto's invitation to visit Hell.

Gwen, who was listening to her cousin Caroline's story, blinked at Hawk upon hearing this.

"Why is Mephisto reaching out again?"

"He's been dragged into it."

"Alright."

Gwen nodded. "Can you be back before Christmas Eve?"

Hawk laughed. "It won't take that long. I'll probably be back before you even finish listening to Caroline's entire story."

Gwen realized.

"Fine, then go ahead."

"Mm."

Hawk nodded, preparing to head to the Hell dimension.

Just then.

Gwen arched her brows, looking at Hawk as he prepared to leave. "Wait a second, are you going in those clothes?"

Hawk looked down at his solid black pajamas.

"Is there a problem?"

"Dress a bit more formally; he is a Hell lord, after all."

"... Fine!"

Their eyes met.

Hawk smiled at Gwen's expressive emerald eyes. With a thought, the Black Phoenix Surplice, which had been nourishing in the Underworld Temple, appeared behind him.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"Clang!"

The pieces of the Surplice precisely covered Hawk's body one by one. As the final faceplate fell into place, Hawk, with a projection of the brilliant cosmic void behind him, raised his right hand, and a deep, dark gate to Hell appeared in the torn void.

Hawk then looked at Gwen.

"I'm off then?"

"Mm, come back early."

Gwen smiled, her tone calm.

Hawk acknowledged her, and the moment he stepped forward, the Phoenix fire from the torn void spread all the way to the gate of Hell: "Mephisto, open the door!"

The gate of Hell opened with a roar.

Hawk, clad in the Black Phoenix Surplice, stepped inside, and the gate of Hell slammed shut behind him.

*Whoosh. *

The entire space returned to calm once more.

Gwen smiled and withdrew her gaze, looking at her cousin Caroline, whose expression had long since gone blank. Her tone remained calm: "Where were we?"

Caroline snapped back to reality, her mind looping the image of Hawk putting on the Black Phoenix Surplice. She stared at her cousin with her mouth agape.

"Cousin, did Hawk just go to..."

"Oh, Mephisto invited him for a drink."

"This Mephisto?"

"Aren't you a vampire? Don't you know Mephisto? The ruler of the Hell dimension. All the souls on Earth are under his jurisdiction."

Gwen looked at Caroline with some curiosity. "Hawk had a fight with him before, but it seems they've made up."

Her voice was light, as if she were discussing something mundane.

But Caroline...

She was completely overwhelmed.

What did it mean to be the ruler of the Hell dimension? What did it mean that all souls on Earth belonged to Mephisto?

And what did it mean that Hawk had fought Mephisto?

Caroline felt that while she knew every word her cousin said, once put together, she felt like her brain cells were being fried.

Finally—

Countless thoughts converged, causing Caroline to gasp.

"Hiss!"

"Yes."

Gwen smiled at the gasping Caroline. "So, don't think I'm lying to you. If you aren't honest, I'll have Hawk pull your soul out and toss it into Hell to suffer for a few days."

Caroline shuddered, her eyes widening as she shook her head repeatedly at Gwen.

"Don't, cousin."

"Then keep talking."

"Mm."

Caroline nodded repeatedly. This time, she was no longer half-doubting; she honestly began to recount the story of the town's vampires and her own experience of becoming one.

There was no choice.

She believed that if she wasn't honest, Gwen was truly capable of doing it.

In a word.

Others might not know, but she knew her cousin was far from as gentle as she appeared.

She had originally thought her cousin had changed.

As it turned out...

Even Hawk, who could talk about visiting Hell so casually, seemed to be completely suppressed by her cousin.

So, she had better be honest.

Caroline thought to herself.

Hawk, having entered the Hell dimension, couldn't help but sneeze. He sat down opposite Mephisto—who was disguised as a middle-aged punk in the same tavern-like setting—and said, "Why does this tavern feel colder than last time?"

Mephisto handed the poured wine to Hawk.

"Last time, this tavern was located between life and death."

"And now?"

"Between death."

"Heh."

Hawk picked up his glass, clinked it with Mephisto's, and looked at the wine: "This glass isn't spiked like the last one, is it?"

Mephisto smiled. "Yes, do you dare to drink it?"

Their eyes met.

Hawk and Mephisto laughed, then both drained their glasses in one go.

As the glasses were set back on the table.

Hawk said directly, "You found out what the Heaven dimension is up to, realized the enemy of an enemy is a friend, and decided to form an alliance with me?"

Mephisto grabbed the wine bottle, laughed, and looked at Hawk while refilling their glasses.

"Do you know what method those bird-men in the Heaven dimension like to use to seize the life planets of other dimension lords?"

"Does it have to do with their soul characteristics?"

"Yes, and they don't just want the life planet."

Mephisto nodded, set the bottle aside, picked up his glass, and began to explain the Heaven dimension's methods of attack to Hawk.

Simply put.

If a life planet is like the grain in a pot, then the dimension that rules it is the pot itself.

And Heaven!

It wants the grain, and it wants to take the pot too.

It relies on the soul characteristics of their Heaven dimension.

"Generally, wars between dimensions occur between two dimensions."

"Whoever has the deeper foundation and the more powerful dimensional force wins."

"But those bird-men in the Heaven dimension are different."

"Their method of attack is like the cuckoo bird on Earth."

"They don't attack from the outside, but use despicable means to attack from within."

"They release souls, silently infiltrating the life planet, and in an imperceptible manner, let the souls belonging to them merge into the dimension of death."

"And when their soul count has accumulated enough."

"Their killer move comes."

"They activate these souls, fuse them, and shape an angel that bears the mark of the death dimension but is loyal to them."

"A Death Angel!"

"A new Death Angel is born, and because it also belongs to the death dimension, this Death Angel has the qualification to launch a war for the dimension against the death lord." ===== CHAPTER 467 =====

"A new Angel of Death is born, and because it belongs to the Death Dimension, this Angel of Death is qualified to initiate a war for the dimension against the Lord of Death."