Clang!
Phoenixes soar, their cries echoing!
Just as Hawk closed his eyes, accompanied by a phoenix's cry, a pure, incomparably magnificent phoenix phantom, composed of light and flame, appeared behind Hawk.
The next second,the phoenix phantom erupted with brilliant flames, merging into Hawk's closed body.
Boom—
The dazzling flames formed a pair of burning phoenix wings on Hawk's sides.
Then, like a gentle mother, the phoenix phantom closed its wings, seemingly afraid of disturbing the sleeping Hawk, its wings slowly enveloping him.
Malekith, who hadn't shown any astonishment even with his face completely disfigured, was utterly stunned upon seeing this scene.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Thor's expression was also one of utter astonishment.
"This is."
"Thor."
Natasha walked to Thor's side, looking at Hawke with a bewildered expression.
Hawke seemed perfectly integrated with the phantom of the phoenix, yet also seemed to be held within its wings, his eyes closed, as if all life had vanished.
"This is."
Thor's thoughts raced.
"Nirvana!"
"Nirvana?"
"He's not a demigod."
Thor only realized this after seeing the scene.
What demigod?
Bullshit!
This is a god.
Both Thor and Natasha's conversation and Malekith's astonished expression occurred in an instant.
Just like Hawke.
One second he remembered closing his eyes, but the next second, when he opened them, he found himself not resurrected.
Instead in a tavern.
Hawke listened to the Texas songs playing softly in the tavern, then looked at the Texas-themed decorations on the walls, somewhat bewildered.
Good grief, where did I end up?
Hawke thought to himself.
Just then, the clinking of glasses came from a table not far away.
Hawke looked in the direction of the sound.
There, on the previously empty table and sofa, stood a stranger.
He wore a impeccably tailored dark suit, his long black hair slightly disheveled, but his narrow, dark gold eyes were still visible.
A playful smile graced his pale face as he raised his glass to Hawke,seemingly inviting him to join him for a drink.
Hawke frowned, walked over, and sat down opposite the stranger.
The man opposite him smiled and handed him a glass of wine that had been poured.
"Kentucky, Thunder Distillery Bourbon."
"Try it."
"..."
Hawke glanced at the glass of wine pushed in front of him, then looked up at the smiling man.
The next second.
He picked up the glass and downed the wine in one gulp.
The next second.
Hawke placed the empty glass back on the table and looked at the man opposite him: "Hello, Mephisto."
The man opposite him no.
Mephisto, disguised as a decadent Texas youth from the 80s or 90s, laughed heartily.
But the smile came quickly and disappeared just as fast.
Mephisto abruptly stopped laughing, then looked at Hawke, revealing his true form.
The well-tailored suit he wore was no longer fabric; it writhed and tore open like a living thing, revealing not flesh and blood beneath, but a churning, viscous mixture like asphalt and lava.
The gentlemanly human face vanished completely, replaced by a hideous demon's head.
The skin was a charred, crimson red,rough as gravel.
The bridge of the nose disappeared, leaving only two sparking holes.
Those dark golden pupils, too, transformed into pure hellfire at that moment.
The next instant,Mephisto, revealing his true form, grinned wickedly at Hawke, his voice as deep and abyssal as a whisper: "Welcome to Hell!"
Hell Dimension, Ruler, Mephisto reports.
Hawke remained expressionless, simply staring silently at Mephisto.
Mephisto, seeing his performance had failed to elicit cooperation, chuckled in a low, menacing voice: "You seem utterly unafraid. You haven't undergone Nirvana; you've simply arrived in Hell."
Hawke ignored this, instead looking at Mephisto: "Can I see my sister?"
Although he didn't know how he had ended up in Hell, one thing was certain:he had entered the process of Nirvana.
So since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. If possible, he wanted to see his sister, Anya.
Upon hearing Hawke's request, Mephisto's (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression vanished.
The next second,Mephisto, reverting to his human Texas rascal form, laughed heartily, his left hand outstretched, and the bourbon on the bar automatically took its place.
After refilling both their glasses with bourbon, he pushed it towards Hawke again, raising his own glass to look at him.
Hawke picked up his glass, clinked it against Mephisto's on the table, and then downed it in one gulp.
"I want to see my sister."
"Sorry,"
Mephisto directly refused Hawke's request, then explained, "Your sister is in hell, but you're not there."
Hawke frowned.
"Where am I now?"
"On the edge of life and death."
Mephisto said, refilling Hawke's glass with bourbon and raising his own glass once more. "Now I know why you dared say that if I didn't take care of your sister, you'd rip my head off and use it as a wine jug."
Hawke raised an eyebrow, clinking his glass against Mephisto's again. "My original words weren't 'use it as a wine jug,' but 'use it as.'"
Mephisto then downed his drink, turned his glass upside down, and looked at Hawke.
The meaning was clear.
Hawke chuckled, said nothing more, and downed his drink again.
He still hadn't given up on seeing his sister.
Hawke could feel that he was about to leave this place and return to Earth.
"You are the ruler of Hell, and my sister is in your Hell. You should be able to resurrect my sister, right?"
"Of course!" "
Then.
"No."
"What?"
Hawke frowned again at Mephisto's words. "Aren't you afraid I'll really invade your Hell?"
Mephisto laughed heartily.
After pouring drinks for the two men, he didn't raise his glass as he had the previous three times.
Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, a gentlemanly smile on his face, and said to Hawke, "I must admit, you do have the power to invade my hell, but that's in the future, not now, isn't it?"
Hawke didn't refute this.
Because it was the truth, how could he refute it?
But he listened quietly to Mephisto finish speaking, and then quietly gave his own answer.
"Resurrect my sister, and I can grant you any three requests. You don't have to agree, that's fine. When I have the power to enter your hell, Mephisto, for the sake of our conversation today, take good care of my sister, and I'll spare your life."
He didn't have that power now, so he could negotiate.
But when he had that power later, what was the point of negotiating?
As everyone knows,the Easterners always offer the most favorable terms the first time they negotiate. If you don't accept the first offer, sorry, subsequent offers will never be more generous than the first.
Hawke believed he had shown absolute sincerity.
Three requests, any.
So far, even the Hydra Anna, who had given him the greatest and most help, hadn't received such a generous favor from him.
Unfortunately, Mephisto refused.
"Sorry."
"Alright."
Hawk showed no disappointment, calmly glancing at Mephisto before nodding. *
You won't talk nicely?
Then let's fight!
* Hawk thought to himself.
Just then,Mephisto chuckled: "I have no reason to spend time with a future god, after all, I still hope to gain the power of death over the beings under your rule."
The power of death is not singular.
As everyone knows.
Where there is death, there is life.
He doesn't control a single power of death, but the power of life and death.
His hell is the end point of death for the beings under his rule, and also the beginning of life.
The wider the scope of his power of life and death, the stronger his power.
And under the rule of a great god-king, his realm is a vibrant scene of life, where all things flourish.
Although it's a futuristic one.
But Mephisto had already seen this possibility in Hawke, so he had no reason to offend a future god-king for the sake of an ordinary soul.
As for the Hellish Hulk of the African savanna,
Hawke had been teasing him from behind first, and he had thrown the Hellish Hulk up as a return gift.
That was in the past.
He hadn't taken it to heart, and Hawke hadn't either.
Hawke frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He was just about to say that since he wasn't going to go against him, he should resurrect his sister when suddenly, a tremor of the soul arose within him.
Hawke looked down at the golden flames rising from his toes.
"This is."
"You should leave."
Seeing this, Mephisto smiled, picked up the fourth glass of bourbon he had just poured but hadn't drunk, and looked at Hawke.
Hawke, seeing this, also picked up his glass.
The glasses clinked crisply.
At this moment,golden flames had already engulfed Hawke's entire body.
Hawke suppressed his suspicions, calmly looking at Mephisto, and said in a very even tone, "Take care of my sister."
Mephisto smiled slightly, watching Hawke become almost transparent in the golden flames, and raised his empty wine glass.
"Goodbye, Hawke!"
"Goodbye, Mephisto."
As Hawke disappeared, he politely nodded to Mephisto.
The next second.
Golden flames, like dancing starlight, carried him away.
The next second.
"Where the hell did he come from again?"
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