Dr. Merick shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Really don't know?"
"I've told you everything I know. After all, you're the new Samael, I'm the new Jesus, we're on the same team."
This guy's mind has already been twisted into a mush.
Hawk listened to Dr. Merick's words and thought this in his heart, then looked at Dr. Merick in front of him and smiled slightly.
Dr. Merick got up from the deck, shrugged.
"So, can you return the Red Apple to me?"
"Of course."
Hawk smiled, his eyes suddenly turning crimson.
"Bang!"
"Poof!"
Accompanied by the burst of the Phoenix Beam, with a smile still on his face, Dr. Merick, who fantasized about returning to serve God, vaporized instantly before Hawk's eyes.
Hawk retracted the Phoenix Beam, watching as the soul of Dr. Merick, dragged by his Netherworld, fell into the Nether Prison, and he pouted.
When had he ever said he would return the Red Apple to Merick, or ever said he would let Merick go?
Hawk had always said that if Merick cooperated, he would reunite Merick with the Red Apple.
Where is the Red Apple now?
The Netherworld.
At the moment, it's being played with by his sister Anna.
Where is Merick now.
Also went to the Netherworld.
So...
He didn't lie, nor did he break his promise, although he very much wanted to break his promise to see if God would appear.
But Hawk thought about it and felt there was no need to waste his integrity for God.
In a word.
God?
Not worthy!
So, God also plans to play a double-edged game.
Deceiving the poor brainless Merick, having Merick clone his body and launder souls like money, silently infiltrating Hell with souls that had passed through a barrier, tinkering secretly with his Death Angels, and at the same time quietly gathering those souls, attempting to seize him with a clone body that had passed through the barrier and was already in his shape.
Tsk tsk.
This imagination...
Comparable to Hydra back in the day.
Back then Hydra fought on two fronts, battling the Bear while also fighting the West.
Now this God is the same.
He not only wants to go to war with Mephisto but also wants to take care of Mephisto in passing.
Hmm.
As expected of God.
Hawk described Hydra's approach as extremely foolish.
But for God's approach, he chose another four words to describe it.
Commendable courage.
But if you have that courage, why don't you come and face me?
Your new Jesus, your Noah, and even the Red Apple you used to invade Earth are in my hands, don't you plan to show up, even just projecting and throwing some harsh words would be fine.
Lose the man, not the battle.
You're God, after all, stay spirited, don't lose face.
Hawk stood on the deck, looked up at the still pitch-black night sky, pondering and hoping he could meet with God.
The result...
Once again.
When he had Merick pray for God's descent, God didn't appear. Now, he cut down Merick, and even packed up his soul along with the Red Apple storing tens of thousands of souls, God still didn't appear.
Clearly.
God is offline.
Alright then.
Hawk saw this, sighed a little regretfully at not being able to meet God tonight.
However...
God didn't come.
But something else did.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Just as Hawk withdrew his gaze from the night sky, glancing at the surging sea surface, four splashes exploded around the speedboat.
The next second.
Four beautiful...
No.
It was black merfolk.
Four black merfolk perfectly blended with the darkness, wielding spears, leapt from the water, looking at Hawk on the speedboat with eyes full of anger and hatred, shrieking: "Genocide killer, die!"
This voice is...
Wakanda?
Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking at the one in front of him, with a twisted expression, holding a spear, frozen in the air, who seemed to be a survivor of Wakanda, then reached out and grabbed her neck, pulling her close for a detailed look.
Into his view.
He finally realized that this black woman, who seemed like a Wakandan survivor, wasn't black.
Wakanda's skin color is black, but this black woman before him has a blue-gray color similar to certain deep-sea fish.
And her physical features differ significantly from those of Wakanda.
She has webbing between her fingers, and not just between her fingers, but even her toes have semi-transparent webbing.
Her ears are also pointed.
And her eyes are large and have a rather deep-set look, with glowing patterns on her exposed blue-gray skin.
Clearly.
These four weren't Wakandan survivors.
But their recent roar indeed was in the language of Wakanda.
Hawk could be sure of that.
However...
When he destroyed Wakanda, he didn't find that Wakanda had a new species with blue-gray skin, webbed fingers, and pointed ears.
Could they be living by the coast of Wakanda?
Are they the marine Wakanda?
Hawk frowned and thought, then looked at the black woman, whose blue-gray skin was turning a bit red, thinking he might have been too forceful, loosened his right hand to let her breathe freely.
But...
The black woman's pupils were enlarging, and her face was also turning red.
Not just her, but the other three black women, frozen with spears around the speedboat, were the same.
Hawk unsealed the black woman's mouth in front of him.
The next moment.
The black woman opened her mouth, looking at Hawk, her eyes filled with fear and pleading.
"I..."
"I can't breathe."
"I can't breathe!!"
"..."