Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 126 Hawk in Nirvana! (Five chapters, please subscribe!)

Clang!

The phoenixes are flying and singing in harmony!
The moment Hawke closed his eyes, accompanied by the cry of a phoenix, a magnificent phoenix phantom, composed of pure light and flame, appeared behind Hawke.

next second.

The phantom of the phoenix burst forth with brilliant flames and merged into Hawke's body, whose eyes were already closed.

boom--

The dazzling flames formed a pair of burning phoenix wings on either side of Hawke. Then, the phantom of the phoenix, like a gentle mother, closed its wings, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping Hawke, and slowly enveloped him.

Malekith, who hadn't shown any surprise even when his face was completely disfigured, was utterly stunned when he saw this scene.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Thor's expression was one of utter astonishment.

"This is……"

"Thor."

Natasha walked to Thor's side, looking at Hawke with a similarly bewildered expression. Hawke seemed perfectly integrated with the phoenix's phantom, yet also seemed to be nestled within its wings, his eyes closed, as if all life had vanished: "This is..."

Thor's thoughts raced.

"Nirvana!"

"Nirvana?"

"He is not a demigod."

Thor only realized what was happening after seeing this.

What demigod?

Shit!

This is godlike.

Whether it was Thor's conversation with Natasha or Malekith's surprised expression, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Just like Hawke.

He remembered closing his eyes a second ago, but the next second, when he opened them, he found that he had not been resurrected.

But...

They arrived at a tavern.

Hawke listened to the Texas songs playing softly in the pub, then stared blankly at the accessories on the wall that were also full of Texas elements.

Good grief, what have they done to me?

Hawke thought to himself.

Just then, the sound of glasses clinking came from a table not far away.

Hawke looked in the direction from which the sound came.

into the eye.

The once empty table and sofa now have a stranger on them.

He wore a flawlessly tailored dark suit, his long black hair was slightly messy, but you could still see his narrow, dark gold eyes. He had a playful smile on his pale face and raised the glass in his hand to Hawke who was looking at him.

It seemed he was inviting Hawke over for a drink.

Hawke frowned, walked over, and sat down opposite the stranger in front of him.

The man opposite smiled and handed over the glass of wine that had been poured in front of him.

"Bourbon from Thunder Distillery, Kentucky."

"Taste it."

"..."

Hawke glanced at the glass of wine, overflowing with liquid, that had been pushed in front of him, then looked up at the smiling man opposite him.

next second.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank the wine in one gulp.

Another second.

Hawke placed the empty glass back on the table and looked at the man opposite him: "Hello, Mephisto."

The man opposite...

wrong.

Mephisto, disguised as a decadent Texas youth from the 80s and 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 was no longer made of fabric; it seemed to writhe and tear open like a living thing, revealing not flesh and blood beneath, but a churning, viscous mixture like asphalt and lava.

The gentlemanly human face had completely vanished, replaced by a hideous demon's head.

His skin was a charred red.

Rough as gravel.

The bridge of his nose disappeared, leaving only two holes spewing sparks.

At that moment, those dark golden pupils also transformed into pure hellfire.

next moment.

Mephisto, now revealing his true form, grinned wickedly at Hawke, his voice as deep and menacing as if from the abyss: "Welcome to Hell!"

Mephisto, ruler of the Hell Dimension, reports for duty.

Hawke remained expressionless, simply staring silently at Mephisto before him.

Mephisto, seeing that his performance had not been well received, chuckled in a low voice, "You seem to have no fear at all. You haven't achieved nirvana; you've come to hell."

Hawke ignored his words and looked at Mephisto instead: "Can I see my sister?"

Although he didn't know how he ended up in hell.

But one thing is certain.

He has already entered the process of Nirvana.

and so……

Since he was already there, he might as well make the best of it. If possible, he would like to meet his younger sister, Anya.

Upon hearing Hawke's request, Mephisto's ferocious expression vanished.

next second.

Mephisto, now back in his human Texas swashbuckler form, laughed heartily, his left hand outstretched, and the bourbon on the bar automatically took his grip. After refilling both their glasses with bourbon, he pushed it towards Hawke once more, raising his own glass to look at Hawke.

Hawke raised his glass, clinked it against Mephisto's on the table, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"I want to see my sister."

"Feel sorry."

Mephisto rejected Hawke's request outright, then explained: "Your sister is in hell, but you are not."

Hawke frowned. "Where am I now?"

"The edge of life and death."

As Mephisto spoke, he refilled Hawke's glass with bourbon and raised his own glass once more: "Now I know why you dared to say that if I didn't take care of your sister, you would rip my head off and use it as a wine jug..."

Hawke raised an eyebrow, raised his glass and clinked it against Mephisto's again: "My original words weren't 'as a wine jug,' but rather 'as...'"

Mephisto then downed his drink in one gulp, turned the glass upside down, and looked at Hawke.

The meaning is self-evident.

Hawke chuckled, said nothing more, and downed his drink in one gulp.

He still didn't give up on seeing his sister one last time.

Hawke could sense 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!"

"That……"

"No."

"what?"

Hawke frowned again upon hearing Mephisto's words: "Aren't you afraid I'll really send you to your hell?"

Mephisto laughed heartily.

After pouring drinks for the two of them, he didn't raise his glass as he had the previous three times. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and smiled gentlemanly at Hawke, saying, "I must admit, you do have the ability to conquer my hell, but that's in the future, not now, isn't it?"

Hawke did not refute this statement.

Because it's the truth, how can you 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 will spare your life."

He doesn't have the capability right now, so he can negotiate.

But once he has that ability in the future, what's the point of even talking about it?

Well known.

When negotiating, the people of Dongguo always offer the most favorable terms the first time. If you don't accept the first offer, I'm sorry, but you'll never get a better deal in the future.

Hawke believed he had shown absolute sincerity.

Three "any" requirements.

To date, even the Hydra Anna, who has given him the most and the most help, has not received such a generous favor from him.

Unfortunately, Mephisto refused.

"Feel sorry."

"Ok."

Hawke showed no disappointment. After listening to Mephisto's refusal, he calmly glanced at him and nodded.

Don't you want me to speak properly?

Then hit!
Hawke thought to himself.

at this time.

Mephisto chuckled: "I have no reason to spend time with a future god, after all, I still hope to gain control over the death of the beings under your rule."

The power of death is not singular.

Well known.

Where there is death, there is life.

He wields not just the power of death, but the power of life and death.

His hell is the end point of death for all living beings under his rule, and also the beginning of life.

The wider the scope of his authority over life and death, the greater his power.

Under the rule of a great god-king, the land is a vibrant place where all things flourish.

Although it's futuristic.

But Mephisto had already seen this possibility in Hawk, so he had no reason to harm a future god-king for the sake of an ordinary soul.

As for the Hellish Hulk of the African savanna.

Hawke had been cricketing at him from behind first, and he threw Hellfire Hulk up as a return gift.

This matter is over.

He didn't take it to heart, and neither did Hawke.

Hawke frowned slightly as he listened to those words.

He was just about to say that since she wasn't going to go with him, then he would resurrect his sister the moment she came back to life.

Suddenly, a stirring of the soul arose within me.

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 yet, and looked at Hawke.

Seeing this, Hawke also picked up his glass.

The clinking of wine glasses produced a crisp sound.

At this moment.

Golden flames had already engulfed Hawk's entire body.

Hawke suppressed his suspicions, looked calmly at Mephisto, and said in a very calm tone, "Take good care of my sister."

Mephisto smiled slightly, looking at Hawke who was becoming transparent in the golden flames, and raised the empty wine glass in his hand.

Goodbye, Hawke!

Goodbye, Mephisto.

As Hawke disappeared, he politely nodded to Mephisto.

next second.

The golden flames, like dancing starlight, carried him away from there.

next second.

"Where the hell did this guy come from this time?"

"..."

……

(End of this chapter)