Chapter 707: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start - Chapter 384

Countless creatures living in the Heaven dimension also met with a devastating disaster under Hawk's fist.

As everyone knows.

Angels have ranks.

Those creatures living in the Heaven dimension who don't even have wings can only be called Heaven creatures; they can't even be called angels.

Almost at the same time the surface cracked and the buildings were destroyed, these Heaven creatures, the moment they caught Hawk's Lightning Bolt with their naked eyes, couldn't make any reaction at all and were vaporized on the spot.

Their souls instantly submerged into Hawk's Underworld.

And those low-level angels with only two wings, their encounter was actually no different in essence from the Heaven creatures.

At most, they reacted, relying on instinct, their left arms blocking to summon a holy shield, and their right hands drawing a long sword burning with holy fire.

Then—

There was no then.

Their light shields collapsed at a touch like soap bubbles, and the key burning with holy fire was instantly vaporized within one ten-thousandth of a second.

Likewise.

The bodies of these low-level angels, under Hawk's covering bombardment of Lightning Bolt, had their armor twisted and shattered, and their bodies exploded into light feathers drifting all over the sky.

As for those intermediate angels with four wings.

Once again.

Ridiculous.

Only those high-level angels with six wings, the so-called Archangels, could react at the first moment Hawk launched his attack, gathering in front of a holy building in the Holy City, completely surrounding this building, and deploying their shields to resist the bombardment of Hawk's Lightning Bolt.

But other than that, they couldn't do anything.

The surface of Heaven was collapsing.

The creatures of Heaven were being destroyed.

And these six-winged high-level angels could only watch all this happen.

By the time Hawk's first wave of attacks ended, the surface of Heaven had collapsed into a mess, and the entire ground looked like it had been plowed.

The surface was overturned, and soil was flying.

As for the buildings and the creatures that once lived in the Heaven dimension, they had long since merged with this flying soil, no longer distinguishable from each other.

At this moment in the Heaven dimension, only the last holy palace and the hundreds of six-winged angels surrounding the holy palace were spared.

"Oh my!"

"Not bad."

"There are still so many alive."

"Boom!"

Hawk's cold-to-the-extreme voice resounded throughout the Heaven dimension. Immediately after, space shattered, and Hawk, wearing the Black Phoenix Surplice, appeared in mid-air. In his cold eyes, which showed black light, a trace of playfulness flashed as he looked at the holy palace protected by hundreds of six-winged angels, and spoke again.

The voice was loud, like thunder, making the six-winged angels guarding their holy palace feel their eardrums trembling as if they were about to explode.

"Yahweh!"

"Get out!!!"

"Boom!"

The holy palace surged, accompanied by a powerful aura emerging. Immediately after, an angel with a body emitting a milky white light, with eight wings behind him, and an expression as ugly as if his mother had died, rose to the same height as Hawk, surrounded by hundreds of six-winged angels.

Hawk looked at this eight-winged angel who had emerged and raised an eyebrow.

Is this damn thing Yahweh?

That's not right.

"Yahweh?"

"My name is—"

The eight-winged angel, whose expression was as ugly as if his mother had died, took in the broken Heaven dimension, then looked at Hawk with cold eyes, his guardian sword pointing directly at Hawk: "Gabriel, sinner, you will pay the price you deserve for your actions."

Gabriel?

The Archangel who guards Heaven and blows the horn of the Final Judgment.

Hawk listened to the eight-winged angel Gabriel's self-introduction, his thoughts turning. After his Seventh Sense swept through the entire Heaven dimension, his expression became a bit strange.

"Where is Yahweh?"

Yes.

Yahweh was gone.

He had just swept his Seventh Sense through the entire Heaven dimension, thinking that the powerful aura in the holy palace belonged to Yahweh.

He didn't expect it to be the Archangel Gabriel.

But if this aura was Gabriel, then where was Yahweh?

Under his Lightning Bolt just now, which was full-powered, did not expose anything, and if placed outside, would be enough to destroy stars, he had taken care of every corner of the entire Heaven dimension.

Right now, except for these hundreds of six-winged angels and the legendary Archangel Gabriel, there were no other living auras.

After all—

Saints are born for war.

Gold Saints are even more of a war machine among war machines.

Group attack?

In the eyes of a Gold Saint who can throw hundreds of millions of punches in a second, a group attack is also him dealing with a group of people alone.

But that's not the point.

The point is—

"Where did Yahweh go?"

"Hmph!"

Archangel Gabriel snorted coldly with gloomy eyes, and the guardian sword in his hand pointed at Hawk, leading hundreds of six-winged angels as if blowing a horn.

"Sinner!"

"Welcome judgment!"

"..." ===== CHAPTER 709 =====