Chapter 573

But this is the Underworld; as long as Hawk wants, every move of any soul cannot escape his perception.

So...

A smile appeared on Hawk's face as he looked at Michael: "Don't worry, not just you, but the angel souls who come here in the future, I won't refine them either. Your future belonging will only be in this Underworld prison, suffering endless pain, for the duration of eternity!"

The expression on Michael's face changed.

But just at this moment, the originally stagnant, endless, violent acid rain struck again, and in an instant, Michael, whose face, arms, and wings were scorched and pierced again, let out sharp screams again.

Just at the moment Michael subconsciously squatted down.

The blood elf appeared again.

"Slap!"

"Get up, move, fast, birdman!"

"Slap!"

"Ah!"

Michael screamed sharply again, his eyes pierced by the acid rain, no longer exquisite, still staring in the direction where Hawk was before his eyes were damaged.

It's a pity Hawk had already left.

He came here to see Michael just to see Michael's miserable state.

That's all.

Hawk never thought about making Michael submit, and besides, even if Michael wanted to submit, Hawk wouldn't accept it.

As everyone knows.

Those who play with religious faith are all very extreme and evil.

Either holy war.

Or still holy war.

The most important point.

Michael seemed to want to defile his Underworld, and since that was the case, it was even more impossible for Hawk to let Michael get his wish.

Just like what Hawk said before leaving.

Michael had only one future, and that was to suffer eternally in the Rain of Acid Prison.

In the evening.

Hawk received a message from Mephisto, glanced at Gwen, who was wearing white silk glasses and a teacher's uniform and panting beside him, smiled slightly, kissed Gwen, put on his pajamas, tore open a space-time rift, and entered the Hell dimension again.

In sight.

The Hell dimension was still a mess.

Hawk, who had been here several times and could be considered familiar with the road, went straight to the Hell tavern.

Mephisto, who was acting as a bartender in the Hell tavern, invited Hawk to sit down with a smile, and then performed a Hell-style bartending skill for Hawk.

After a while.

A glass of bright red bourbon whiskey was pushed in front of Hawk.

"Angel whiskey, added with angel blood, heated with Hell fire, and combined with Earth's most classic Thunder Bourbon."

"Please taste."

"..."

Hawk listened to Mephisto's introduction, and then looked at the bright red whiskey that was still bubbling with Hell fire, his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he looked up at Mephisto.

Mephisto had already taken a sip and was looking at him with expectation.

Hawk thought for a while, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

Entrance!

The taste of holiness instantly exploded in his mouth.

One word.

Fragrant!

Hawk's eyes lit up, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Mephisto laughed loudly and refilled Hawk's glass.

"How is it, not bad, right? This group of birdmen, other than that, just by themselves, is a treasure trove of ingredients. I specifically left more than five hundred birdmen without killing them. By the way, you haven't tasted roasted angel wings yet, I'll make one for you to taste later."

"..."

Hawk looked at Mephisto, who said this, revealing scarlet teeth, a ferocious smile, and angry eyes, and laughed: "Now I am very sure that you and Yahweh are not allies."

Mephisto laughed loudly: "He and I are not the same kind of people; I only deceive people, but I never play with faith."

Hawk nodded, acknowledging this point.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the lie that the Blood God Madora said that Mephisto and Yahweh were in the same group was very thin.

If you think about it carefully, you can find many loopholes in the Blood God Madora's words.

For example, how could there be such a coincidence.

Mephisto doesn't just have one life planet providing him with a steady stream of souls.

The Blood God Madora is a dimension master after all, how could he completely perish so coincidentally after chopping up Deacon Frost?

Too coincidental, it's not a coincidence, but a premeditation.

And one more point.

Mephisto needs souls to maintain his existence.

And Yahweh is like the Celestial Group, a tool created by the Celestial Group to hatch new Celestials as quickly as possible.

Just this point alone doomed Mephisto and Yahweh to be unable to coexist peacefully.

Fortunately, he didn't really believe the Blood God Madora.

Just like what he said at the time.

Mephisto might not be a good person, but the Blood God Madora might not be an honest person either.

Sure enough.

The Blood God Madora's name was fake; his name was Michael, and he was the Archangel of Heaven.

Hawk shook his head speechlessly and smiled, and took the wine glass handed over by Mephisto.

"How long will your injuries take to heal?"

"I'm already healed."

Mephisto puffed out his chest.

Hawk raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashed with golden light, and as his gaze fell on Mephisto, it reflected Mephisto's true body.

Bright red blood, like magma, was still constantly seeping out of Mephisto's demon body.

The broken demon horn on his head was also seeping blood.

Hawk then looked at Mephisto without saying a word.

Mephisto opened his mouth, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and took a deep breath.

"One Earth year."

"This time that old thing Yahweh took advantage of my lack of preparation and blew up all the angel souls hidden in Hell, causing me serious injury. I need at least one year to absorb Hell energy to recover."

Hawk recalled the devastated Hell he had passed through, nodded, and looked at Mephisto.

"So, you have no way to go to Earth to find that developing Hell angel?"

"Heh."

Mephisto shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This is the power of that old thing Yahweh. Yes, if no one helps me, I can only watch the fully developed Hell angel come to snatch my authority."

While speaking, Mephisto's eyes were bright, looking straight at Hawk.

It seemed to be saying!

Brother, pull me up.

Hawk met Mephisto's gaze, his thoughts turned, and after drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, he looked at Mephisto.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

"..."