Clang clang!
The phoenix flies, chiming together!
At the moment Hulk closed his eyes, accompanied by a phoenix's cry, a pure and magnificent virtual image of a phoenix made of light and flames appeared behind Hulk.
The next second.
The phoenix shadow erupted with dazzling flames that merged into Hulk's body, which had already closed its eyes.
Boom——
Flames as brilliant as ever formed a pair of burning Phoenix Wings on both sides of Hulk, and then the phoenix's shadow, like a gentle mother, folded its own wings, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping Hulk, gently enveloping him.
Even Malekith, whose face was completely disfigured, couldn't hide his astonishment when he saw this scene.
His eyes were full of disbelief.
Thor's expression was also one of surprise at this moment.
"This is..."
"Thor."
Natasha walked to Thor's side, also looking a bit stunned at Hulk, who seemed to have perfectly merged with the phoenix's shadow, now embraced by those wings, eyes closed, as if all life had faded: "This is..."
Thor's thoughts were turning.
"Nirvana!"
"Nirvana?"
"He's not a demigod."
It was only after seeing this scene that Thor reacted.
Demigod, my ass!
This damn thing is a god.
Whether it was Thor and Natasha's conversation, or Malekith's astonished expression, it all happened in an instant.
Just like Hulk.
He remembered closing his eyes for a moment, but the next second when he opened them, he found he hadn't been resurrected.
Instead...
He arrived in a tavern.
Hulk listened to the slow songs of Texas playing in the tavern and looked at the Texas-themed decorations on the walls, feeling a bit dazed.
Goodness, where have I ended up?
Hulk mused inwardly.
At this moment, the sound of clinking glasses came from a table not far away.
Hulk followed the sound.
In sight.
Where the table and sofa were previously empty, now sat a stranger.
In a flawlessly tailored dark suit, with slightly tousled black hair, yet those narrow dark-golden eyes were visible, and his pale face wore an amused smile, raising a glass at Hulk.
It seemed he was inviting Hulk to join him for a drink.
Hulk frowned slightly, then walked over and sat opposite the stranger.
The man opposite smiled and handed the filled glass in front of him to Hulk.
"Kentucky, Thunder Distillery's bourbon."
"Give it a try."
"..."
Hulk glanced at the glass filled with liquor pushed towards him, then raised his eyes to look at the smiling man opposite.
The next second.
He picked up the glass in front of him and drained it in one gulp.
The next moment.
Hulk placed the empty glass back on the table and looked at the man opposite: "Hello, Mephisto."
The man opposite...
No.
Disguised as a Texan slacker from the 1980s or 90s, Mephisto laughed heartily.
But the laughter came and went quickly.
Mephisto abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Hulk, revealing his true form.
The suit that fit perfectly no longer was fabric, but wriggled and split like a living thing, revealing not flesh, but a mass churning, viscous, like a mix of tar and lava.
The gentlemanly human face disappeared, replaced by a grotesque demon's head.
The skin was a scorched red.
Rough as gravel.
The nose was gone, leaving only two fire-spewing holes.
The narrow dark-golden pupils also turned to pure hellfire at this moment.
The next moment.
Mephisto, revealing his true form, smirked wickedly at Hulk, his voice a deep rumble as if from the abyss: "Welcome to Hell!"
In the Hell Dimension, the master, Mephisto is here.
Hulk showed no expression, only quietly looking at Mephisto before him.
Watching his act met with no response, Mephisto chuckled darkly: "You don't seem scared at all; you haven't experienced Nirvana, you've come to Hell."
Hulk ignored this, instead asking Mephisto: "Can you let me see my sister?"
Though he didn't know why he ended up in Hell.
One thing was certain.
He had already entered the process of Nirvana.
So...
Since I'm here, I might as well make myself comfortable. If possible, he'd like to see his sister Anya.
Listening to Hulk's request, Mephisto's grotesque expression disappeared.
The next second.
Returning to his human Texan rogue form, Mephisto laughed, raised his left hand, and a Bourbon bottle from the bar automatically landed in it. After refilling both their glasses, he pushed one back to Hulk, raising his own as he looked at Hulk.
Hulk picked up the glass, clinked it with Mephisto's on the table, then drank it all at once.
"I want to see my sister."
"Sorry."
Mephisto directly refused Hulk's request and then explained: "Your sister is in Hell, but you are not."
Hulk frowned.
"Then where am I now?"
"On the edge of life and death."
While Mephisto said this, he once again filled Hulk's glass with bourbon, raising his glass once more: "Now I know why you dared to say that if I didn't take good care of your sister, you'd take my head off to use as a wine jug..."
Hulk raised an eyebrow and picked up his glass, clinking it against Mephisto's once again: "I didn't say wine jug, I said something else..."
At this moment, Mephisto downed his drink and overturned the glass, looking at Hulk.
The meaning was clear.
Hulk chuckled, saying nothing more, and drained his glass again.
He had not given up on seeing his sister.
Hulk could feel that he was about to leave here and return to Earth.
"You are the Master of Hell. My sister is in your Hell; you should be able to resurrect her, right?"
"Of course!"
"Then..."
"No."
"What?"
Hulk listened to Mephisto's words and frowned again: "Aren't you afraid I'll really break into your Hell?"
Mephisto laughed heartily.
After pouring drinks for both of them, he did not immediately raise his glass as before but leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, smiling at Hulk: "I must admit, you do have the power to break into my Hell, but that's in the future, not now, right?"
Hulk didn't refute this sentence.
Because honestly, how could he refute it?
But...
He quietly listened to Mephisto finish speaking and also quietly gave his response.
"Resurrect my sister, and I can agree to any three requests you have. If you refuse, it's fine. When I have the power to walk into your Hell, Mephisto, for the sake of our conversation today, take good care of my sister, and I'll spare your life."
He did not have that power now, so he could negotiate.
But when he had that power in the future, there would be nothing to talk about.
As everyone knows,
when Eastern Country People negotiate, the first terms they offer are always the most favorable. If you don't accept them the first time, sorry, the terms will never be more generous than the initial offer.
Hulk believed he had shown absolute sincerity.
Any three requests.
So far, even for the person who has helped him the most, Anna from Hydra, he hadn't offered such a generous favor.
Unfortunately, Mephisto refused.
"Sorry."
"Alright."
Hulk showed no disappointment as he listened to Mephisto's refusal. He glanced calmly and nodded.
Talk nicely or don't bother.
Then fight!
Hulk thought to himself.
At that moment.
Mephisto chuckled: "I have no reason to oppose a future Divine Spirit, after all, I'm hoping to gain dominion over the death of your subjects."
The authority over Death is not singular.
As everyone knows,
where there is death, there is life.
What he controls is not just the authority of death, but of life and death.
His Hell is the endpoint of a subject's death and also the starting point of life.
The more his authority over life and death expanded, the stronger his power would become.
Under the rule of a great God King, there would be a vibrant and flourishing scene.
Although this is future tense.
Mephisto already saw this potential in Hulk, so he had no reason to offend a future God King for an ordinary soul.
As for the Hell Hulk of the African Prairie,
Hulk was the first to incite behind his back, so he threw Hell Hulk at him as a return gift.
That matter was over.
He did not hold grudges, and similarly, neither did Hulk.
Hulk slightly frowned upon listening to these words.
He was just about to say, since Mephisto did not intend to oppose him, to resurrect his sister at that moment.
Suddenly, a soul-stirring feeling arose.
Hulk looked down and saw golden flames rising from his toes.
"This is..."
"It's time for you to go."
Seeing this, Mephisto smiled, picking up the fourth untouched glass of bourbon and looked at Hulk.
Upon seeing this, Hulk also picked up the glass in front of him.
The clinking sound was clear.
At this moment.
The golden flames had already swept across Hulk's entire body.
Suppressing his conjectures, Hulk calmly looked at Mephisto and said in a very calm tone: "Take good care of my sister."
Mephisto smiled slightly, raising the empty glass in his hand as he watched Hulk becoming transparent in the golden flames.
"Goodbye, Hulk!"
"Goodbye, Mephisto."
As Hulk disappeared, he politely nodded at Mephisto.
The next second.
Golden flames, like dancing starlight, carried him away from there.
The next second.
"Where am I being taken now?"
"..."
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