Hawk's voice was very soft.
But…
The projection of the Black Phoenix needed to appear behind him, as if overlapping with him, the black phoenix claw seemed to overlap with his right arm at this moment, and the five fingers of his right hand clutched tightly on Shuri's cheek like a phoenix claw.
Between the interlocking fingers, accompanied by Shuri's screams, blood had already begun to spill out.
"Miss!"
"Princess!"
"Shuri..."
Holding the trident, Namor watched as Shuri's life was at Hawk's whim, his eyes seemed to be on the verge of bursting into flames as he stared at Hawk.
Hawk's golden pupils were devoid of any emotional color.
Still the same saying.
Since they chose to strike first, they shouldn't blame him for retaliating!
Strucker tried to use his child to threaten him, so he preemptively killed Strucker's son.
Even though Strucker's son knew nothing.
But…
Strucker's son enjoyed this blessing, so he shouldn't think of avoiding the disaster either.
Therefore, Hawk felt no psychological burden about killing Strucker's son.
The same goes for the current Namor.
Since Namor had just chosen to try to attack the S.H.I.E.L.D. fighter that carried his three children, it was only natural for him to repay Namor with two lives lost in return.
It's only polite to reciprocate!
Yes.
Two lives lost.
Shuri was pregnant.
Hawk had sensed early on when he was fighting Strucker that there was the presence of Namor nearby and an unknown but somewhat familiar aura.
But that unknown yet familiar presence was far away. If he rushed towards it immediately, there was a high probability it would escape.
Given that,
Hawk chose to wait and see, ultimately luring out this remnant of Wakanda who hid far away, unable to resist appearing when he seemed wounded and besieged.
Unexpectedly...
It even brought a pleasant surprise.
And Shuri's pregnancy was the reason Namor dared not attack.
After Namor was revived by Shuri using Heart-shaped Grass, they had a passionate encounter, and unexpectedly, Shuri became pregnant.
This left Namor extremely excited.
Because just like what Strucker had just said, as one's life level increases, the chance of offspring being born becomes smaller.
After all, the higher the life form, the more energy it requires.
The banker's son is a banker.
The politician's son is also a politician.
Similarly,
The child of a Divine Spirit will also be a Divine Spirit.
So if Divine Spirit reproduction were like sowing seeds by old sows, the number of Divine Spirits in the Marvel Cosmos would have outnumbered dogs by now.
Just look at Odin as an example.
Odin had ruled the Nine Realms for how long—if not millions of years, at least ten thousand years.
The result?
How many children does Odin have?
Thor?
Loki?
Hel?
Not to mention Loki was adopted, nor that Hel was suppressed; let's assume there were three, but only three children in ten thousand years!
This shows how difficult it is for Divine Spirits to reproduce offspring.
In summary.
Namor wasn't avoiding attacking because of Shuri but because of the child Shuri was carrying.
He actually hadn't intended for Shuri to come over.
Although he agreed for Shuri to bring a Vibranium Fighter to observe the battle, he didn't allow Shuri to participate in it.
Just now, upon seeing Hawk seemingly besieged by Namor and Strucker, thinking of her father, brother, and the tragically dead clan, she impulsively rushed out.
Then...
There was no "then."
As they locked eyes,
Namor took in Hawk's icy, emotionless golden pupils, his thoughts racing.
In the next second,
He took a deep breath, and his knees began to slightly bend.
At that moment.
"Don't fall for it!"
"Namor."
As Namor attempted to kneel to gain a bit of hope for his child's survival, Strucker, who had been watching, shouted angrily, "This guy is inhuman, even if you kneel, he still won't let your wife go."
Namor might not understand Hawk.
But Strucker knew him well.
Most importantly,
Hawk had just executed Wanda and Pietro, along with his own three bloodline descendants right in front of them.
Just so he wouldn't be threatened by them, freeing his hands to deal with them.
So!
Would such a ruthless person, who could kill even his own children, easily let them go?
How could that be possible?
At this moment, even Strucker felt that compared to Hawk, his moral standing vastly exceeded Hawk's, making him feel like a Saint.
Namor, who was about to kneel, reacted to Strucker's words and glared at Hawk.
"Promise me you'll let my wife live, and I'll kneel!"
"You are in no position to negotiate with me."
Hawk's tone was cold, his fingers gripping Shuri even tighter, evoking another scream from Shuri as he stared indifferently at Namor with his golden pupils.
"Kneel, or die!"
"..."
Namor's left fist, along with his right, tightly gripping the Trident, stared at Hawk, whose murderous intent was palpable. Then, looking at Shuri, whose screams had weakened, Namor took a deep breath, ignoring Strucker's repeated pleas.
A thud!
Namor knelt in mid-air directly before Hawk, lowering his head for the sake of his child.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"You don't realize you're wrong."
Hawk spoke in a haunting tone, looking at Namor kneeling before him, "You just know your wife and child are about to be killed by me."
Namor lifted his head, his eyes blazing.
"I've knelt now, let Shuri go."
"Alright then."
Hawk responded coldly.
His right hand, gripping Shuri's face, contracted like a phoenix claw, for he had never promised to spare Shuri as long as Namor kneeled.
The next second.
Shuri's head burst open like a watermelon.
"Boom!"
"No—"
At the moment Shuri's head exploded, Namor's anguished roar echoed in the air.
But his roar didn't last long.
Because in the next moment, kneeling in mid-air, Namor was kicked away by Hawk, joining his wife.
"Take this!"
"Boom!"
After crushing Shuri's head, Hawk casually tossed the headless body towards Namor. In that moment, his right foot gathered strength like a flash, striking Namor, who instinctively caught Shuri's corpse.
Instantly.
Shuri's headless body shattered into pieces, while Namor, holding Shuri's corpse, was sent flying like a meteor towards the sea below by Hawk's powerful kick.
Boom!
Namor hit the sea like a meteor.
The next second.
Hawk's eyes gleamed black, his gaze fixed on the numerous Vibranium Fighters floating here, still in shock over the gruesome death of Wakanda's princess.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As Hawk's black light swept across, one after another, the Vibranium Fighters exploded in mid-air, turning into fireballs, sending the souls of Wakanda's remnants directly to the Netherworld Prison.
"Shit—"
Amidst the successive explosions, Strucker was still in shock over Hawk's decisive and ruthless actions.
As Strucker came to his senses, he met Hawk's gaze, those golden eyes watching him with extreme indifference.
His heart skipped a beat.
The next second.
He turned to flee, without any hesitation.
He had no choice.
Facing someone who dismissed their threats, someone who could crush his child's head without hesitation, and who showed no mercy crushing Shuri, Strucker fully understood why Hawk was called the Demon King by Hydra.
Strucker had initially sought to avenge his son.
Now—
He only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
But!
"Thinking of running now?"
"Too late!"
Hawk sneered at Strucker as he turned to flee, and in a flash, he caught up to him. As Strucker desperately tried to escape, Hawk's right hand struck out.
"Black—"
"Phoenix Wing Flight!"
"Chirp!!!"
As Hawk's fist swung out, a black phoenix emerged, its wings spread wide, immediately capturing Strucker like a phoenix claw, plummeting towards a five-person island on the Atlantic Ocean below.
Boom—!!!
The black phoenix, grasping Strucker, crashed onto the rocky peak of the island, splitting the sky with a black streak.
Instantly.
An overwhelming and massive explosion shockwave, centered at the point of impact, erupted in all directions.
The island's sand, palm trees, and ancient reefs were crushed to dust under the extreme shockwave, carried forward with relentless force.
Black flames spread like flowing light, instantly engulfing the entire island.
As the black phoenix's shadow dissipated.
As the terrifying explosion ended.
A massive crater, like a meteorite impact, appeared where the island's peak once stood.
The pit was bottomless, with seawater pouring in loudly.
And Strucker—
Lay there at the bottom of the pit, his body shattered, staring wide-eyed as the seawater gradually engulfed him!
Hawk stood mid-air on the island, with the black phoenix's shadow reflected behind him, golden eyes indifferent, surveying Strucker in the crater below like a divine spirit.
The next second.
His right hand opened and clenched from afar!
Swoosh!
Strucker, lying at the bottom of the pit, with the Mind Gemstone embedded in his chest, was instantly drawn like a kite, landing in Hawk's right hand the moment it formed a claw.
This Strucker.
He looked—
As miserable as one could get!
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