Chapter 900

"Because you are my friend."

"..."

Natasha, standing at the door of the Hell Tavern, heard this sentence from Hawk and was stunned in place.

Hawk smiled softly and gestured to the high stool in front of his bar.

"Don't worry, this is the edge of life and death. No matter how long it is here, for the outside world, it's just a blink of an eye."

"..."

Natasha heard this, looked at the smile on Hawk's face, was silent for a while, then lifted her feet again and sat back on the high stool in front of Hawk.

Hawk held his glass and clinked it with Natasha's.

"Remember twenty-something days ago, you came to Palm Street to find me and asked me, is it me in charge, or is it the Hawk you know in charge?"

"I remember."

"Then you should also remember my answer."

"I am me, and I am also me."

Hawk said so, then looked at Natasha: "But no matter which me it is, you, Natasha, are my friend."

This is the truth.

Although in his reality universe, the number of times he dealt with Natasha wasn't very high.

But this doesn't mean Natasha isn't his friend.

At the very least...

In his phone, Natasha's number is ranked after Sharon's, and even if Natasha weren't his friend, Natasha couldn't have become Gwen's bridesmaid.

The Natasha of this universe is also Hawk's friend.

As everyone knows.

Hawk has always been serious about the friends he recognizes.

The most important point.

Some people say there is no Marvel after Iron Man.

Then after Natasha, there is no Avengers.

Because only Natasha, and only Natasha, viewed the Avengers as home, supporting this home so it wouldn't be completely swept into the dust of history.

The most important point.

Still that sentence.

Isn't the meaning of a traveler to make up for various regrets?

So!

Hawk put down the glass in his hand and looked calmly at Natasha.

"You won't die."

"... But if I don't die, the Soul Stone won't appear."

"Yes."

"Then..."

"But I can flip the table!"

"What?"

Natasha heard this sentence from Hawk and couldn't help but be stunned.

The next second.

Hawk shifted his gaze, landed on the tavern door, and said with a smile: "Death, aren't you coming in for a drink?"

Death?

What is this?

Natasha subconsciously turned her head and looked in the direction of Hawk's voice.

Coming into view!

The tavern door seemed to be blown open by a wind of death.

Immediately after, a woman wearing a flowing robe that seemed to be woven from midnight, her eyes like bottomless voids, but her nostrils and mouth beneath her eyes exposed, her skin presenting a marble-gray paleness, looking from the outside very much like a half-human, half-skeleton, but with a divine feeling, stepped into the Hell Tavern with her long, slender legs.

The person who came is exactly—

The source, creator, and controller of all living souls in the Marvel main multiverse, representing the visualization of the specific form of the end of all life in the main multiverse.

One of the five creation gods!

Death!

After Death stepped into the Hell Tavern, those hollow eyes fell on Hawk, meeting Hawk's eyes.

Hawk reached out and made a gesture toward another high stool.

Death's gaze fell, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared on the high stool, and then, sat on the high stool with a precise and elegant posture.

The next second.

Death spoke.

But her voice didn't come from one direction, but seemed to come from all directions, with a unique hoarseness and laziness, her voice both gentle and ruthless.

"Mephisto, you killed him."

"I didn't want to."

Hawk smiled, took out a glass, poured a glass of bourbon for Death, and pushed it in front of Death: "But old Mo, I gave him countless chances, but he was like he had automatic avoidance turned on, missing them time and time again."

In a word.

Anyone else, he might have killed by mistake.

But Mephisto!

Hawk dared to pat his chest and say that he had done his best for Mephisto.

As everyone knows.

He leaves a glimmer of life for everyone, but only for Mephisto, he left more than just a glimmer of life; it could even be said he left forty-nine paths of life.

As a result, Mephisto stubbornly walked to the end of a dead end.

What else could he do?

If he didn't kill Mephisto, it really wouldn't be justifiable.

As Mephisto's direct superior, Death naturally knew Mephisto's personality clearly.

She even knew clearly that this Hell dimension came from the multiverse.

Death's skull face smiled elegantly.

"Mephisto is indeed a very special Lord of Death."

"I think so too."

Hawk nodded with deep feeling and raised his glass to Death: "If I could, I wouldn't want to kill him either."

After all, setting aside the fact that Mephisto was born with a rebellious bone, honestly speaking, he really quite liked the days of staying in this tavern with Mephisto, drinking, and listening to him call him "good daddy" and "good brother."

Unfortunately...

Times have changed, and now, in this Hell tavern, no one calls him "good daddy" or "good brother" anymore.

This is also the reason why Hawk has always been too lazy to clean up the Hell dimension.

Maybe, perhaps, he really couldn't bear Mephisto's departure.

Accompanied by a ding.

Hawk and Death clinked glasses, and both took a sip of the wine in their glasses.

The next second.

Hawk looked at Death, who had put down her glass, glanced at Natasha, who was sitting on the side and hadn't made a sound, and then said to Death: "I'm not fighting you for the soul again. You should be able to see that her soul was reserved by me long ago."

Death rested her chin on one hand, her posture lazy, and glanced sideways at Natasha on the side.

Chirp!

In the depths of Natasha's soul, a phoenix was lying quietly in the flames, seemingly waiting for rebirth.

And what projected that phoenix was a Phoenix Golden Feather hidden in the deepest part of Natasha's soul!

The phoenix never dies, it only undergoes Nirvana.

After his Golden Wutong Phoenix Universe was completely projected into this universe, no matter who it was, any life holding his Phoenix Golden Feather would enter Nirvana after death and then be reborn from the flames.

Death just glanced sideways, then withdrew her eyes, looked at Hawk again, her tone revealing a hint of coldness amidst the laziness.

"Your divine authority is before mine, so, okay, her soul doesn't belong to me, but at the same time, the Soul Stone won't appear."

"No."

Natasha heard this and subconsciously interrupted: "Take my soul, give me the Soul Stone."

Death didn't even look at Natasha, just rested her chin on her hand after Natasha's sentence, and looked at Hawk with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Seemingly saying.

"Look, your believer doesn't appreciate it."

"She is not my believer, she is my friend."

Hawk corrected Death's inner thoughts, then changed the subject: "I'm curious, what was Thanos's motive in this universe for eliminating half of all life? For you, to stop the Celestials, or did he really think the universe needed balance?"

Death continued to rest her chin on one hand, her hollow eyes fixed on Hawk: "The Celestials, toys created by Eternity?"