Chapter 572

Hawk and Gwen hugged on the sofa.

But...

Not long after hugging, Gwen, feeling Hawk's claws becoming a bit restless, opened her eyes, slapped Hawk's claws away, got up from the sofa, grabbed the latest biological journal, gave Hawk a roll of her eyes, and walked toward the study in her slippers.

Two months of uniform temptation was enough.

Still want a free extra meal?

Impossible.

Hawk looked at Gwen, who didn't look back and walked up the stairs, smiled slightly, and then withdrew his gaze.

The next second.

His mind sank into the Underworld's prison.

Second Prison, Rain of Acid Prison!

In the boundless world where acid rain strong enough to corrode souls fell all day, the six-winged angel Michael was already covered in blood.

His body constantly made sizzling sounds as it was scorched by the acid rain.

At the same time, the three pairs of gorgeous wings behind him also became like chicken wings that had been deep-fried but not completely de-feathered.

And every time Michael used his wings to stop the acid rain from corroding his perfect face, a scarlet whip would instantly lash him, making him let out uncontrollable screams.

"Ah!"

"Move!"

As the jailer of the Second Prison, the blood elf withdrew the whip and shouted directly at the screaming Michael.

Because they were creatures of the Underworld, the blood elves were inherently immune to the acid rain here.

And besides the Second Prison, in the other Underworld prisons, there were also blood elves acting as jailers who were tirelessly whipping the souls who came here to be punished.

Hawk appeared abruptly.

Seeing this, the blood elf knelt on one knee immediately.

"Greetings, King of the Underworld!"

"Hmm, you step back first."

"Yes."

After the blood elf stood up, he turned around, his figure like lightning, and instantly disappeared into the Second Prison.

Except for the first female blood elf Kaila and the first male blood elf Kai, who called Hawk "Master," the rest of the blood elves called him the King of the Underworld.

This was what Kaila and Kai requested.

After all, in the West, calling someone "Master" is closer than calling them "King of the Underworld."

Hawk was too lazy to make too much of a fuss about this title, so he didn't say anything.

The moment he appeared, the ceaseless acid rain of the Second Prison also stopped temporarily.

But Michael at this moment had become completely like a feathered chicken that had been thrown into a deep fryer without being plucked.

Hawk glanced at him, his eyes crimson!

Pfft!

Michael died on the spot, and when he was resurrected again, he was already fully restored to health.

"It still looks more comfortable this way, not so ugly."

"Heretic..."

Even though he died, even though he was trapped in Hawk's Underworld prison, Michael still maintained his Archangel posture, staring fixedly at Hawk: "The Lord will judge you."

Hawk's face was calm.

"Is that so? I don't think he is qualified to judge me."

"Any creature, the Lord is qualified to judge."

"Is that so."

Hawk looked at Michael with a smile: "Tell me the coordinates of the Heaven dimension; I'm going to find Yahweh now."

Michael didn't speak.

Hawk sneered.

"Look, you don't even have the courage to tell me the coordinates of the Heaven dimension, yet you still spout nonsense about Yahweh being qualified to judge me; you don't even believe it yourself."

"The Lord will judge you."

Michael's expression didn't change at all, looking at Hawk coldly, as if he would only say this one sentence: "My faith in the Lord is something that none of your means can destroy, even if you refine my soul, it won't change that."

Hearing this, Hawk looked at Michael and nodded.

"Alright, then I won't refine your soul."

"..."

Michael's cold expression didn't change, but his breathing clearly stalled.

He might have felt he was very hidden.