Chapter 818

Upon hearing this, Hawk laughed, then thought of the time when he arrived, looked at Anya, and greeted her: "Good morning."

Having said that.

Hawk also gazed at the Wutong Divine Realm, which was accelerating its evolution in preparation to replace Asgard, his voice calm: "I intend to make you the Goddess of Death of the Wutong World Tree."

Following Hawk's gaze, Anya looked at the Wutong Divine Realm again, and upon hearing this, she was stunned once more.

"Goddess of Death?"

"Yes."

Hawk withdrew his gaze and smiled at the shocked Anya: "Are you interested?"

Anya shook her head subconsciously.

"No, I can't do it."

"I say you can, so you can."

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Anya looked at Hawk's expression, somewhat speechless, and after a long while, she looked at Hawk: "May I ask why you chose me?"

Hawk smiled: "This place needs a Goddess of Death, and you are my friend."

As everyone knows.

He has always favored his own people over reason.

Because Anya is his friend, he ignores her identity and, because of a single phone call from her, would ignore the conflict between Hydra and S. H. I. E. L. D.

It is a pity that the phone call was disguised by Alexander Pierce.

Huh.

Right.

What about Alexander Pierce?

Hawk's mind stirred, and he discovered Alexander Pierce, who seemed to be pacing back and forth in the distance of the Pure Land because of his arrival.

Alright.

Although he pardoned Alexander Pierce because Christmas Eve is for reunions, the latter would always choose to disappear from his sight whenever he came to the Underworld.

Perhaps, it might be because he is afraid that he will be thrown into the Underworld prison again.

Hawk thought to himself.

And Anya, after listening to the reason Hawk gave, pursed her lips, then looked up at Hawk: "Alright, if you want me to help you, but I must state beforehand, I have never been a god, and if I make a mistake, you are not allowed to blame me."

Hawk laughed heartily, meeting Anya's beautiful eyes: "Even if you tore this place down, I wouldn't blame you; at worst, we'll just tear it down and start over."

Anya's expression was serious.

"That won't be necessary; I will work hard to learn how to be a qualified Goddess of Death who can be of help to you."

"I look forward to that day."

Hawk looked at Anya with equal seriousness, then smiled and spoke.

"In the name of my Phoenix, in the name of the Wutong World Tree, Anya Pierce, be my Goddess of Death for the Phoenix and the Wutong World Tree!"

"Boom—!"

Hawk's voice turned into an oracle, resounding in every realm of the World Tree, in the ears of every living creature in every realm.

And as Hawk's oracle fell.

The World Tree shook with a rustle, as if in response, and immediately after, a leaf fell from the World Tree above the Underworld.

The speed at which the leaf fell was slow, yet it was also fast.

In the blink of an eye.

The leaf containing the death authority of the Wutong World Tree landed on Anya and then merged into her body.

Anya closed her eyes subconsciously.

Countless pieces of information related to the death authority began to wash over Anya's consciousness like flowing water, and at the same time, the clothes on Anya's body were also changing.

A robe that seemed to be woven from the flowing starlight of the deep night and the embers of skeletons draped over Anya; on her shoulders was solidified Underworld magma, forming sharp arcs, and at the same time, the cold feeling that only belonged to the Hydra Anya returned to Anya's face once again.

Only...

Hawk looked at the divine garment Anya had fashioned for herself after becoming the Goddess of Death, blinked, and always had a sense of déjà vu.

Reopening her eyes, Anya, who had already become the Goddess of Death, met Hawk's slightly strange expression and explained: "I referred to the clothing of the previous Goddess of Death, Hela, in the information; if you don't like it, I can..."

Hawk's expression was one of sudden realization.

That's what he thought.

Why he felt Anya's clothes had a sense of déjà vu.

"No need."

Hawk smiled: "I just felt it was familiar, but I couldn't recall it for a moment; so, do you understand what you should do?"

Anya nodded.

"Death and rebirth."

"Yes, the Goddess of Death possesses not only the authority of death but also the authority of rebirth."

Hawk nodded with a smile, then looked at Anya: "I am full of expectations for your future."

Anya nodded with a smile, then looked at Hawk.

"There is just one problem."

"Speak."

"I have no subordinates."

"Ha."

Hearing this, Hawk chuckled, shook his head, and said: "Anya, you are my Goddess of Death, but even more so my friend; friends need sincerity, so, this once, and never again."

Anya met Hawk's reproachful gaze, pursed her lips, and nodded.

"I was wrong."

"I forgive you."

"..."