Chapter 561

On the stained glass of the church behind the sacred statue of Jesus, the sunlight from outside shone through the colored glass, rendering the entire church in a spectrum of seven colors at this very moment.

It seemed that at this moment.

Both time and space had frozen.

"Are you willing to convert to Heaven and walk among the human world as the Archangel Samael?"

"I..."

Hawk's mouth curled up slightly as he looked at the black priest who had replaced the white priest before him, smiling brilliantly: "I am not willing!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

There was no shock.

There was no uproar.

Because at this moment, time and space had truly stopped.

The reason was also very simple.

God!

Had descended into the human world.

It was exactly as Mephisto had described.

God...

Was not a girl, but a black man!

"Yahweh!"

"Phoenix!"

Hawk stared at Yahweh, who had replaced the priest and descended into the human world, as they locked eyes.

"Do you want to fight?"

"Do you want to fight?"

"Today is an important day for my godson, so I don't want to fight, but if you insist, that's fine too."

Hawk said with a smile.

The next second.

A projection of a Phoenix, burning with crimson flames that looked like reality, appeared behind him.

The Phoenix fire raged, scorching the space where Yahweh had descended until it was on the verge of collapse.

The expression on Yahweh's black and kind face changed.

Hawk keenly captured this, his mouth curling upward.

"What?"

"Surprised that my universe hasn't truly descended, yet it already possesses the true pressure of reality?"

Once again.

Although he had previously used the Reality Stone to manifest his small universe power one hundred percent.

That was merely the manifestation of power, not the manifestation of the small universe itself.

Small universe manifestation cannot be achieved without the Eighth Sense.

However, he had refined the Blood Dimension these days and merged it with the Underworld, and since the Blood Dimension was real, and the laws of life and death he had plundered from Blackheart were also real, his small universe, passing through the Underworld and then through the Blood Dimension, allowed him to penetrate a trace—not even one percent—of the small universe's reality pressure without awakening the Seventh Sense.

But even less than one percent of the small universe pressure was enough for now.

Because even if it was only this less than one percent of truth, it was still the reality of a Creator God level.

This was the reason why Yahweh's expression had suddenly changed.

He was a god.

But he was only a dimensional god like Mephisto.

As everyone knows.

Dimensional gods are crowned with the name of god, but they are not true gods.

"Phoenix, also..."

"Leave!"

Hawk directly interrupted Yahweh's words, the Phoenix fire behind him burning fiercely: "Don't make me beat you when I'm happy. Believe me, you will die. Although your true body and your dimension haven't arrived on Earth yet, if this projection of yours is killed, you will feel pain, won't you?"

Yes.

What had come was merely a projection of Yahweh.

The real Yahweh, and his Heaven dimension, let alone being near Earth, were not even in the solar system.

After receiving the Blood Dimension, Hawk had also received a portion of the memory legacy left behind by the Blood God Madora.

This included the aura of various dimensions.

He could now sense where Mephisto's dimension was.

It was right on the far side of Pluto.

Hawk still planned to find Mephisto after finishing the baptism to move his Hell dimension.

After all, it was Pluto.

He was the rightful King of the Underworld; what was a Hell Lord like Mephisto doing over there?

Hawk's thoughts turned.

The black Yahweh before him opened his mouth.

Just at this moment.

Boom!

The Phoenix fire behind Hawk erupted brilliantly, sweeping across the surroundings in an instant, covering the entire world in Phoenix fire.

The next second.

Accompanied by the sound of a mirror shattering, everything was like a dream bubble.

The wind moved again at this moment.

The voice of the church priest also rang out again at this moment.

And the church's statue of Jesus seemed to shed tears under the refraction of the colorful sunlight behind it at this moment.

It seemed to be crying for the Father.

But everyone's attention was not on the statue of Jesus; after all, today's protagonists were Hawk and his godson, Little Ben.

The priest scooped up clear holy water with his hand and poured it three times onto the smooth forehead of Little Ben, who was being held in Hawk's arms.

The holy water slid down Little Ben's forehead.

"Ben Hawk Parker, I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

As the priest spoke, he drew a cross on Little Ben's forehead with holy oil, dressed him in a small white garment, and then handed the lit candle to Hawk.

The priest touched Little Ben's ears and lips, praying silently that he would listen to and spread the truth.

Hawk held Little Ben in one arm and the candle in the other.

The ceremony drew to a close.

The priest looked at Hawk once more: "May his faithful godfather, Hawk Phoenix, guide him forever in word and deed, guiding him to believe in God..."

Hawk held the candle, the light illuminating his eyes, his smile brilliant: "Of course!"

The day Yahweh arrived on Earth with his Heaven dimension would be the day he stormed into Heaven.

By then—

God would be him.

Of course he would guide his godson to believe in God.

The ceremony ended.

The priest exited.

Hawk turned to hug Felicia, and after returning Little Ben to her, he hugged Peter.

Peter's voice rang in Hawk's ear: "What just happened?"

Hawk hugged Peter and responded with a smile.

"God just came over and wanted me to convert to him, and then I told him, don't make me beat you to death when I'm happy. He didn't listen; not only did he not leave, he dared to keep blathering. I ignored him and just chopped him up."

"..."

The smile on Peter's face stiffened.

Wait.

What?

God came over?

And then God was killed?

And then Hawk continued talking about believing in God?

What kind of crazy talk is this?

Peter's thoughts turned, but after breaking the hug with Hawk, he quickly restored his smile.

It's just that...

Peter's smile became a bit forced.

Seeing this, Hawk winked at Peter and smiled slightly.

"I'm kidding."

"Phew!"

Hearing this, Peter let out a sigh of relief, and then laughed, ha-ha, ha-ha.

But soon.

He looked at the smile that continued on Hawk's face, and his laughter gradually faded.

The smile on Hawk's face became even more brilliant.