Chapter 569

"No need."

"Don't you feel tempted to make your power realistic?"

"No need."

Hawk's tone was calm: "There are many ways to make my power realistic; I don't need to keep such a hidden danger."

It wasn't because Mephisto reminded him that Heaven stood behind the Celestial Group that he made up his mind to destroy the Blood Dimension.

Anyway, he was going to clash with the Celestial Group sooner or later.

Once the Celestial Group knew he had stolen Tiamut's life energy, the Celestial Group would definitely be at odds with him.

There was only one reason that truly prompted Hawk to make up his mind to blow up the Blood Dimension.

This thing wasn't given by a person.

So, even if this dimensional space didn't leave any secret doors, he didn't want it anymore.

In a word.

He thought it was dirty!

The blood pool and those blood elves made from Heaven souls were different.

Heaven souls were Hawk's spoils of war.

Spoils of war were the fruits of his labor.

As for the blood pool, it was also something he had refined from the Blood God dimension during this time, taking its essence, removing its dross, and then using the Reality Stone to manifest it.

It belonged to his wisdom achievements.

As for that dimension that existed in reality?

If it's lost, it's lost.

Hawk didn't care; just like he said to Mephisto, if he wanted his small universe to truly become realistic, he didn't need to use something that wasn't given by a person.

First, he thought it was dirty.

Second, who knows if it will become a hidden danger for him in the future.

At worst, he would follow the original plan and directly snatch the Phoenix Galaxy of the display universe and make it his own Phoenix parallel universe.

Hawk thought to himself, then looked at Mephisto, whose aura was sluggish, and waved his hand with some lack of interest.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

"Leaving already?"

Mephisto was slightly stunned, looking at Hawk who was preparing to leave.

Hawk glanced at Mephisto: "Otherwise? I originally thought that you old thing had lied to me and intended to come over and beat you up, but... forget it, you go ahead and get busy, we'll talk when you're done."

After saying this.

He ignored Mephisto's plea to stay, turned around, took a step, left the Hell dimension, and reappeared above Pluto.

The next second.

The Black Phoenix projection arrived, but because the Blood God dimension that existed in reality had been blown up, the Black Phoenix, which had originally been a bit more real, lost some of that reality.

Even his speed couldn't be increased to sub-light speed again, so it took Hawk two hours longer than when he came to return to Earth, and then he broke through the atmosphere and returned to New York City.

At this moment, the S. H. I. E. L. D. agents executing the mission in the Palm Street community received the news, started the car, and drove away from Palm Street again.

Gwen, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through the latest cutting-edge biological magazine, looked up at Hawk walking in from the backyard, blinked, and put down the book.

"What's wrong, Mephisto still doesn't intend to move?"

"No."

Hawk sat on the sofa, opened his arms, and hugged Gwen along the way: "I was almost played by Yahweh."

Hearing this, Gwen leaned into Hawk's arms and looked up at Hawk.

"What's wrong?"

"Blood God Madora..."

Hawk had no reservations about Gwen, and told her about his intention to come and hold him accountable this time, only to find that Mephisto had almost been chopped up by Heaven, and that the Blood God Madora was the Archangel Michael.

Gwen listened, stunned.

"Archangel Michael?"

"Yeah."

Hawk nodded, then lowered his eyes to look at Gwen: "But I still don't understand the significance of Yahweh doing this."

If the Blood God Madora and the Blood God dimension were bait.

He had already swallowed them before.

But what about the hook?

It wouldn't really be just like what Mephisto said, that after eating the Blood God dimension, he could call his father, the Celestial Group, to sanction him.

Hawk couldn't understand.

Gwen thought for a while, and seemed to have thought of something.

"When we came back from the church, you said Yahweh appeared when you were baptizing Little Ben?"

"Yeah, he was quite shocked at the time, but now that I think about it, he wasn't shocked because my power had a realistic fulcrum; there seemed to be some element of secret joy there, but I was happy at the time, so I was too lazy to listen to him blather and just slapped him to death."

"Then is there such a possibility?"

Hearing this, Gwen got up from Hawk's arms and looked at Hawk: "Yahweh appeared just to hook, but the target he wanted to fish wasn't you."

Hawk listened to Gwen's words and met Gwen's eyes.

The next second.

He blinked.