Chapter 704: I gave you decency, but you didn

The place that should have been Flint Monastery was now empty.

But this did not affect the awakening of the Death Angel at all.

After all, Flint Monastery was just a coordinate used to identify Mephisto's first landing on Earth in the Hell dimension.

Although Flint Monastery had just been destroyed, the coordinates were still there.

As long as the Death Angel arrived at this coordinate at the specified time, even without Flint Monastery, he could still awaken.

Just……

The Death Angel, who looked about six or seven years old and had already arrived at the specified coordinate, waiting only for the time to come to awaken, seemed a bit reluctant.

The Death Angel tried hard to hit the surroundings, trying to rush out of the square inch sealed by Hawk.

This made Hawk a bit difficult to understand.

He looked at the struggling Death Angel, his tone calm.

"You want to awaken, I let you awaken; how come you are not happy now?"

"Heretic!"

The Death Angel glared at Hawk: "I will not let your evil plan succeed."

He wanted to awaken.

But could his awakening be the same as the awakening right now?

The awakening the Death Angel wanted was to lead the skeleton blood angels to follow him after awakening, guide the Lord's arrival, and then rush into Hell to restore the Lord's glory on Earth.

But now?

This heretic before him indeed wanted him to awaken, but it was just to use his awakening to let the Lord arrive, and then counter-attack their Heaven dimension.

So——

"I would rather die than submit!"

The Death Angel roared, and then used both hands to break his own head, preparing to force his head to move house from his body.

The next second.

He was fixed in place.

Hawk sneered.

"Die?"

"Don't worry."

"You will die."

Hawk, while using telekinesis to arrange the fixed Death Angel into a cross-legged posture waiting for awakening like a puppet, looked at the Death Angel's eyes, which were filled with both shock and fear, his tone eerie: "As long as you awaken and guide that old thing Jehovah to arrive, then you will die, I can guarantee you."

The Death Angel, whose whole body was bound and unable to move, with only his mouth able to speak, listened to Hawk's eerie tone, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Heretic, don't even think about it; I will absolutely not let my Lord fall into your trap."

"Hehe, that's not for you to say."

Hawk put his hands in his pockets, looking at the Death Angel who was putting on a posture of "would rather die than yield": "Awakening is automatic, and your guiding Jehovah is also automatic, so, my guide, the leader of the Heaven dimension's destruction, you are destined to be."

Never fight a battle without preparation.

He had asked Mephisto for all the information about the Death Angel when he was in the Hell tavern.

The awakening of the Death Angel is automatic; as long as he arrives at the place and the time, he can awaken automatically, and no one can interfere.

Similarly.

After the Death Angel awakens, in order to notify the Heaven dimension in the first instance, Jehovah also changed this notification to automatic.

The moment the Death Angel awakens, relying on the energy during awakening, it will instantly notify the Heaven dimension, and at the same time, the Heaven dimension can follow the ripples of the channel produced by the energy during awakening, consume a massive amount of its own energy, and move the Heaven dimension from any time and space, any place, to above the planet where the Death Angel is located.

So!

What Hawk needed to ensure was to clear the field completely before the Death Angel awakened, then catch the Death Angel, and sit and wait for the Death Angel to awaken.

"Almost there."

"One more hour."

"You can do me a favor and awaken actively now, summoning that old thing Jehovah over; as a reward, I can give you a quick way to die."

Hawk looked at the Death Angel before him with a smile: "Or, I can wait for another hour; anyway, you will awaken when the time comes, this is the mechanism, you cannot stop it, but if you insist on making me wait for an hour, I can guarantee you that you will experience the same way of dying as those two birdmen just now, and after you die, your soul will also belong to me; I guarantee I will give you eternal punishment."

The Death Angel, who was bound and unable to move, looked at Hawk, who was smiling, and only felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to his crown.

But……

Fear is the instinct of living things, and faith is the hymn of birdmen!

The Death Angel endured the fear in his heart, glared at Hawk, word by word.

"You, don't, even, think, about, it!"

"Alright."

Hawk heard this, and was also very straightforward, laughed "hehe," and then didn't even look at the Death Angel, turned around, and his figure seemed to merge completely with the air, disappearing without a trace.

The Death Angel was still bound in place, forced to maintain a cross-legged posture similar to meditation.

The silent night sky, the desolate desert, the lonely Death Angel, his eyes turning in fear and anxiety, looking around, trying to find the shadow of Hawk's existence.

But Hawk had already disappeared.

In fact——

Hawk was not far away, also sitting cross-legged.

Since the Death Angel was unwilling to cooperate, then forget it; anyway, his ending was already doomed, why waste that breath.

At this moment, Hawk's mind went up, opened his eyes, and looked at his own timeline.

If it could be said that he had already condensed his time before, then at this moment, he felt a round and silky feeling of time being added to himself.

After chopping those two blood angels Jack and Alan, with his thoughts clear, even without trying, Hawk was very confident that his own speed could break through the limit of the speed of light.

But……

Just when Hawk was looking at his timeline with a brand new vision, from the future of the timeline, once again came an incomparably unforgettable temptation.

This temptation was much, much stronger than ever before.

In the future of his time, accompanied by the flash of the future, a kind of unspeakable regret, which could only be described as something Hawk would regret for the rest of his life if he didn't look, or Hawk cast his gaze over.