Chapter 648

Because...

Invading his timeline must be to deal with him, and he was still fine right now.

He didn't expect that the timeline here had really been invaded by someone.

He had discovered something wrong the moment Andrew was dazed just now; it seemed that at that moment, a familiar but disgusting aura had obscured Andrew, causing Andrew not to dodge to the side in time, thus encountering a fatal disaster.

And the culprit was the birdman in front of him.

It's just that Hawk didn't quite understand.

This was his timeline. Even if Yahweh wanted to send an angel to cross the timeline to kill him, shouldn't he have taken action against him when he was still in swaddling clothes? Why did he go to take action against Andrew?

What good did it do them to kill Andrew?

... Wait a minute!

Hawk suddenly remembered a crucial thing.

His timeline might have originated from that room, but his memory didn't start from that room, but from the entrance of the church.

This was also why he was so sure that his sister Anya was his biological sister.

Because when he opened his eyes, he found that he and his sister Anya were sharing a swaddle, right at the entrance of the church.

Heaven!

Angel!

Church!

Hawk's thoughts turned rapidly, seemingly thinking of a possibility.

In 2015, he chopped up Yahweh's projection and killed Yahweh's angel Michael in the Hell dimension.

But Yahweh seemed to appreciate him and wanted to convert him into his war angel, so he sent the angel in front of him to cross the timeline to change him.

By killing Andrew, he made Amy become poor, to the point where she had to send him and his sister to St. Paul's Church.

In this way, he could cultivate Hawk's faith and loyalty to the church from a young age.

So...

Time closed loop.

He killed Yahweh, Yahweh sent an angel to cross the timeline to kill Andrew, Amy put him and Anya at the entrance of the church...

After all, children adopted by the church have quite good faith in heaven.

It's just that there was a small problem.

Hawk wasn't a native. The moment he landed at the entrance of the church, he had already awakened his memories of his past life.

And his past life was in the East, a country that practiced faith pragmatism.

Simply put!

If the eggs stop, the faith goes to zero.

So although he performed very well in the church and was a member of the choir, looking like his faith was very simple.

But in fact, Hawk didn't care at all.

Hawk's thoughts turned.

And the birdman who was pinched in his hand, upon hearing Hawk call Yahweh's name directly, roared angrily: "How dare you call my Lord's name directly, you heretic..."

"Slap!"

"Damn heretic..."

"Slap, slap!"

"I want to kill..."

"Tear!"

"Ah!"

The birdman screamed miserably.

Hawk threw the wings he had casually torn off the birdman to the side, and then looked at the birdman who was screaming, his expression expressionless.

"What was Yahweh's purpose in sending you?"

"Pah!"

The birdman spat at Hawk, looking as if he would rather die than be humiliated.

But his spit was intercepted by Hawk's telekinesis.

Hawk was also very straightforward. Without a word, his left hand grabbed the birdman's wings again and pulled fiercely. Instantly, the birdman's wings, along with a piece of flesh, were pulled off directly.

The birdman screamed miserably again.

But...

Hawk pinched the birdman's neck tightly, making him unable to scream even if he wanted to.

The piercing pain from his back, and the neck that felt like it was being clamped by tiger pliers, made him like an old hen being held by the neck, flapping his feet in the air.

The one wing on the left and three on the right behind him were also flapping violently.

This scene was as ridiculous as it could be.

Hawk then relaxed the birdman's neck.

"Speak!"

"Heretic..."

"Pfft!"

"Speak!"

"Dream on!"

"Fine!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft, pfft—!"

Hawk sneered, directly pulling out the wings behind the birdman along with the flesh, and then threw them onto the ground.

The moment the birdman's wings hit the ground, they turned into white mist.

At the same time!

As the birdman's wings were pulled out one by one by Hawk, the color of the blood overflowing from the birdman's wounds also gradually changed from gold to blood red.

And by the time Hawk pulled out the birdman's last wing, the blood flowing from the birdman had already become completely indistinguishable from mortal blood.

Hawk then threw the birdman onto the floor to the side like garbage.

The next moment!

The moment the birdman's back hit the ground, the miserable scream came again. The birdman subconsciously flipped himself over, exposing his back to Hawk's eyes.

Coming into view.

The birdman's back had now become pitted and bleeding continuously.

But...

Hawk looked at the pitted area on the birdman's back that he had torn open, and his expression paused.

The next second.

After Hawk forcibly flipped the birdman over, he pressed his toe against the birdman's neck and seriously examined the birdman's appearance.

He tried to see clearly what this birdman would look like after he grew old!