Chapter 568

"Hahaha!"

"My dearest ally!"

Mephisto laughed loudly, soared from the ground, turned back into human form, brought a smile of surviving a disaster, opened his arms, and intended to give Hawk a big hug.

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Stop!"

"Ga!"

Mephisto's figure stopped ten meters away from Hawk, staring blankly at Hawk.

Hawk stared at Mephisto.

"Someone told me that you and Heaven are allies."

"Me, Heaven, allies?"

Mephisto subconsciously lowered his eyes, looking at his Hell dimension, which was now broken and withered, and then looked up at Hawk again.

"Who did you hear that from?"

"Blood God Madora."

"Who?"

Mephisto blinked as he heard the name Hawk reported, and then looked at Hawk: "Madora is still alive? Wasn't he already stabbed to death by Yahweh back then?"

Hawk was expressionless.

"He said he was entangled by Yahweh back then, and then you stabbed him with Yahweh's long sword."

"He's farting!"

Mephisto seemed to have been insulted, his whole face clearly flushed: "So you think everything right now is a double act staged by me and Yahweh?"

Hawk looked at the indignant Mephisto and shrugged.

"I thought so before I came; I intended to find you for a confrontation a few days ago, but you didn't respond to me."

"That's because I was stabbed by Yahweh."

Mephisto's expression was indignant!

"After I found out that old thing Yahweh intended to create Hell angels, I started investigating."

"As a result, I only thought about Hell angels and forgot that there were many ghosts raised at home that hadn't been exposed."

"That group of souls of Yahweh, taking advantage of my lack of preparation, directly released Michael's warship."

"Those angels are all lunatics."

"Taking advantage of my return to Hell, they directly carried out hundreds of suicide bombings on me, directly blowing me up and injuring me."

"Otherwise..."

Simply put.

Mephisto was careless, thinking that Hell was his own home, so he returned without any precautions, and then was successfully ambushed by the angels who were lying in wait.

Heaven itself had a certain restraining attribute on Hell.

And Mephisto's relationship with the Hell dimension was together.

If one is damaged, both are damaged.

After Mephisto was blown up and injured by countless angels' suicide bombings, the master was injured, the aura of the Hell dimension would weaken, and as one grew and the other waned, naturally, Mephisto almost capsized in the gutter.

If Hawk hadn't appeared, if the angels were allowed to attack like this, maybe Mephisto would really die.

After Mephisto finished telling the whole process of being ambushed indignantly, he looked at the indifferent Hawk and frowned.

"You don't believe me?"

"Your character is there, making it hard for me to believe."

"Damn it, the Madora you saw is fake."

"I know."

"What?"

"I already know that Madora is Michael in disguise."

Hawk's tone was calm.

If Michael didn't use his full strength, he really might not have been able to capture it, but when Michael burned his soul and launched his full strength, he captured the aura that was exactly the same as the Blood God Madora before he died.

Angel dual souls!

Michael was the Madora he had just seen not long ago, who performed a death scene in front of him, and even left behind the Blood Dimension.

It's just that...

Hawk frowned slightly, looked at Mephisto, and couldn't understand.

"What is the point of Yahweh doing this?"

"Nonsense, to provoke our alliance."

"..."

Hawk looked at the jumping Mephisto, his eyes calm with a trace of mockery as he looked at Mephisto.

Under Hawk's gaze, Mephisto's flushed face slowly turned black.

"I really didn't lie this time, and there are no ulterior motives in our cooperation."

"Maybe."

Hawk said this casually, didn't say much more, and pulled the topic back to Michael: "Michael disguised himself as Madora, and then staged a 'the words of the dying are good' scene in front of me, and even left the dimension behind, just to provoke our relationship?"

Mephisto's eyes brightened, and he looked at Hawk.

"Wait, the dimension, the Blood God's dimension, don't tell me you refined the Blood God dimension."

"Is there a problem?"

Hawk raised an eyebrow: "I've explored every corner of the Blood God dimension, and there are no backdoors or anything like that."

While speaking.

His mind sank into the Blood God dimension again, and his sixth sense covered the entire dimension 360 degrees without any dead ends.

From top to bottom, from outside to inside.

Not letting go of any corner.

Just at this moment.

Mephisto laughed and looked at Hawk.

"Yahweh doesn't need to put any backdoors. After you refine the Blood God dimension, they can instantly locate your direction through the aura of the Blood God dimension, and your power is not in this universe. Behind Heaven, there is the Celestial Group. Once..."

"Boom—"

Following Mephisto's words, Hawk almost didn't hesitate to blow up the Blood God dimension that existed in reality!

In an instant.

The blood pool in the Underworld's arms vibrated, like a tsunami hitting the shore, but after vibrating for a while, it slowly returned to calm.

Mephisto also felt the aura of the dimension's self-destruction, widened his eyes, and looked at Hawk.

"So decisive?"

"Just that decisive."

"You didn't even hesitate for a moment?"