Chapter 566

Above the ground.

Countless demon armies crawled out from the cracks in the ground, roaring, with an indomitable posture, rushing to kill the angel army that was attacking like a mountain and sea.

And the angel armies were like precise killing machines; even if they were pierced by demons, they had no expression, waving the angel swords in their hands to cut off the demons' heads.

Angels and demons fought endlessly.

If it weren't for the angels having obvious wings, for a moment, it would be almost difficult to tell who was the demon and who was the angel.

And above the sky.

Hawk, wearing the Black Phoenix Surplice, with black phoenix flames burning all over his body, looked calmly at the six-winged birdman before him.

The six-winged birdman before him wore holy armor of light, with three pairs of wings behind him that could sprinkle holy radiance enough to blind eyes every time they flapped, and held a sword of light that was golden overall.

The six-winged birdman had a perfect face, his sword of light pointing directly at Hawk, his voice like a chorus of millions, solemn and solemn, yet cold enough to freeze the magma of Hell.

"My name is Michael!"

"..."

Hawk raised an eyebrow as he listened to the six-winged birdman's self-introduction.

Who?

Michael?

The legendary Archangel.

Just as Hawk was thinking in his heart, the six-winged birdman—ah no, Michael's voice once again sounded like a mixture of the wails of millions of souls and holy songs, shaking the entire space.

"Heretic who colludes with demons, only through purification can your sins be washed away."

"By you?"

Hawk came back to his senses, looked at Michael, who threatened to purify him, and the eyes revealed under the mask flickered with black phoenix flames: "Did I tell you that before I came, I just chopped up your master?"

Michael's golden pupils contracted.

"Judgment!"

Michael swung the sharp sword in his hand directly at Hawk.

This was not a physical swing, but a torrent composed of the purest energy, carrying the will of holy judgment; wherever the torrent went, even space made a wailing sound of being torn apart!

Hawk also blasted out his right fist.

"Limit—Sonic Fist!!"

"Boom—"

One black phoenix after another whistled out from Hawk's fist, and the moment they collided with the energy torrent that Michael was rolling toward him like a tide, they made a roaring sound that made the Hell dimension tremble.

The next moment.

A terrifying explosion erupted in response.

The explosive shockwave was generated the moment the two energy torrents collided, and then whistled toward all directions and the ground below.

Kuang!

Above the ground, as the shockwave whistled, the angels and demons who were fighting in the melee below Hawk and Michael were torn apart and turned into blood mist, and even the ground seemed to be pressed down by an invisible pair of hands by about three meters.

Hawk and Michael were also blown backward by the shockwave.

The next moment!

Michael's six wings behind him fully stretched, then his wings shook suddenly, and countless blazing white light feathers hit Hawk rapidly like a gale and rain.

"Accept the holy verdict!"

"Accept your mother!"

Simple foul language, ultimate enjoyment.

Hawk also stabilized his figure the moment he was blown backward, then crossed his arms in front of his chest, his small universe burning fiercely, and a dark phoenix also emerged from his fist, then spread its wings and flew high!

"Phoenix Winged Flight!"

"Boom—"

The dark red energy torrent collided and exploded crazily in the air with Michael's blazing white energy torrent, and shockwaves appeared and expanded in rings.

The entire Hell dimension was constantly vibrating and trembling.

Below, Mephisto, clutching his bleeding wound, watched Hawk, who was fighting fiercely with Michael above, with pain and happiness.

The pain was because this was his territory.

The happiness was that Hawk was indeed keeping his word, knowing that his ally was in trouble, and had specifically flown from Earth to support him.

In summary!

Mephisto roared excitedly.

"Hawk, come on, kill this birdman."

"Shut up!"

Hawk, who was fighting with Michael above, heard this roar from Mephisto outside the field, thought of the Blood God Madora's words, and thought that Mephisto had also joined the battlefield, his mind moved, and he was caught in a gap by Michael.

Pfft!

The sword of light, smelted from millions of souls, grazed Hawk's right arm, instantly piercing the armor of his right arm, and blood with a hint of gold splashed out from the wound.

Hawk retreated instantly, looked at Mephisto, who was roaring and cheering for him below, and scolded him.

Mephisto, who had broken off a horn, shut up instantly.

Hawk then looked at Michael, who was lowering his sword of light, his six wings flapping constantly.

If the combat power of the three four-winged angels he had just killed was equivalent to a Bronze Saint infinitely approaching a Silver Saint.

Then the combat power of the six-winged angel Michael before him was infinitely close to a Gold Saint.

His combat power was on par with Hawk, who was not exploding his small universe.

But...

Between infinity and infinity, there was also a gap.

If Hawk's combat power could approach 99.9% of a Gold Saint after exploding his small universe, just one step away from comprehending the Seventh Sense.

Then Michael before him was equivalent to only about 90% of a Gold Saint infinitely approaching a Gold Saint.

So!

Yes.

Although Hawk was burning his small universe just now, he didn't use his full strength.

Because he was still suspecting that all of this before him was Mephisto and Yahweh singing a double act for him.

Just like what the Blood God Madora said before, how he had easily believed Mephisto's words, leading to being killed by Mephisto and Yahweh together.

So although Hawk was fighting with Michael, his sixth sense had penetrated into the giant sword behind him, and just when Mephisto roared and cheered just now, his sixth sense also captured the smell that he had just seen and was still fresh in his memory from the depths of Michael's soul.

This made him dazed for a moment.

This was also the reason why he was cut by Michael with a sword.

But right now?

Hawk stared at Michael before him, his mask covering his face, and a trace of mockery appeared in the only eyes revealed.

"Should I call you Michael?"

"Or call you..."

"Madora?"

Michael, with his six wings flapping gently, lowered his golden eyes slightly, glanced at Hawk's blood stained on his sword of light, and hearing this sentence from Hawk, a mocking smile also appeared on his perfect face, then his wings closed, and he fell toward Hawk like a meteor.

"Heretic, accept the holy judgment!"

"Holy Sword!"

Michael's long sword was in front, his speed like a meteor, as if he had merged with the sword of light in his hand, pointing directly at Hawk's heart, swearing to pierce Hawk.

Hawk did not dodge or avoid.

Almost the moment Michael's sword tip was about to touch him, the black flames around his body exploded, sweeping across the surroundings, and his small universe also fluctuated strangely, his right hand as if passing through space-time, his index finger suddenly pointing at Michael's brow.