As soon as the word Hell was uttered, Sharon, who was preparing to drive Hawke there, froze.
After a while, Sharon came back to her senses and looked at Hawke.
"What?"
"Hell!"
Hawke repeated.
The next second, his Law of Life and Death, through the Hell Vortex, finally successfully located the coordinates of the Hell Dimension.
Hawke didn't hesitate, throwing a punch.
Bang—
The Law of Life and Death surrounded his fist, and the moment it touched the space in front of him, the space shattered like a mirror.
Immediately after, a dark vortex, exuding death and ominous aura, appeared before Hawke's eyes.
Through this death vortex, Hawke clearly saw the dark Hell Gate on the other side.
Sharon, standing beside him, gaped.
"I heard there are jackals in this desert at night."
"Go back quickly."
"You don't need to wait for me."
Hawke turned to look at the stunned Sharon, reminded her, and then, under Sharon's gaze, stepped into the Hell Vortex that he had forcefully created.
Whoosh!
The moment his figure disappeared into the Hell Vortex, the surrounding air suddenly contracted, and the Hell Vortex also vanished without a trace.
In an instant, the canyon once again returned to a state of deathly silence.
Howl!
Not far away, jackals, seemingly sensing the departure of a powerful aura, emerged from their hidden caves and howled excitedly at the bright moon above.
Sharon reacted to the successive howls, instinctively shook her head, and then quickly jogged towards her car parked outside the canyon.
In front of the Hell Gate, Hawke stepped out of the Hell Vortex and reappeared in front of the Hell Gate, looking up at it.
He had some impression of this gate.
Because...
When his sister Anya was summoned by the Hell Witch, he had sensed such a gate.
Oh, right.
He recalled the moment before his sister Anya was pulled back into the Hell Gate, the numerous evil spirits hidden around the Hell Gate, seemingly wanting to tear his sister apart.
The next second, Hawke looked around.
In front of the Hell Gate was a bottomless abyss, surrounded by thick black mist that mortals could not see, symbolizing the boundary between life and death.
And it was within this thick black mist that numerous creatures, unwilling to go to Hell and unable to return to the human world, known as evil spirits, were hidden.
The moment Hawke's gaze fell into the thick mist, the evil spirits, who had been hungry for an unknown period, let out piercing screams and swarmed towards Hawke, who stood in front of the Hell Gate.
They couldn't sense how powerful Hawke was, and if they could, would they have become evil spirits?
The most important point was that they were starving.
In an instant, Hawke's vision was filled with the overwhelming black mist, seemingly coming alive and rapidly approaching him.
Countless dense claws stretched out from within the black mist, seemingly wanting to drag Hawke, who stood in front of the Hell Gate, inside.
Hawke watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, and his right hand, which had been lowered, slowly closed into a fist at a visible speed.
Ten seconds later, the moment Hawke turned around, accompanied by the dissipation of the endless black mist behind him, he simultaneously punched the Hell Gate in front of him.
"Mephisto!"
"Get out!"
"Boom!"
Under the myriad of punches, the Hell Gate, which should have been indestructible, collapsed backward with a crash.
The sound of the Hell Gate collapsing rang out like a great bell, reverberating throughout the entire Hell Dimension.
Mephisto, who had returned to his palace and was contemplating how to trick Hawke next to try and get his soul again, was startled by the loud noise, and then, hearing Hawke's voice echoing throughout the Hell Dimension, he sprang from his throne.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Logically speaking, his power should not be able to break through the boundary of life and death to reach my Hell.
Could it be...
He was dizzy?
Mephisto's thoughts spun, and he thought of a possibility, his eyes lit up, and then he quickly stepped out.
When he reappeared, he was at the same spot where he had just slapped Blaze Johnny away.
The next second, Hawke's figure appeared silently in front of Mephisto.
Mephisto, in the guise of a gentlemanly middle-aged man, was the first to greet him with a smile.
"Hawke, welcome to my Hell."
"And then?"
Hawke looked calmly at Mephisto, who seemed to want to put on a show, playing along with Mephisto's expression.
"I've already killed your rebellious son, by the way, you're welcome."
...Thank you!
Mephisto's eyes lit up, his voice sounding very pleased, and then he sighed: "You've gone to a lot of trouble. If I could go to Earth now, I'd love to personally cut off his head..."
Hawke didn't wait for Mephisto to finish, adding: "Oh, right, I was afraid he'd come back to Hell and try to cause me trouble again, so I destroyed his soul too. You won't blame me, will you?"
The Law of Life and Death was bound to Blackheart's soul; to obtain the Law of Life and Death, one could only seize Blackheart's soul and instantly refine it.
However...
Since Mephisto wanted to perform, he would just play along with Mephisto.
Anyway, he was idle, so he might as well play with a fool.
Hawke thought to himself, his keen senses catching a hint of anger in the depths of Mephisto's eyes after he uttered that sentence.
But Mephisto instantly hid that emotion, laughing heartily: "How could I? I should be thanking you. If that rebellious son had succeeded, then the Sorcerer Supreme would have come knocking, and I would have been in a passive position."
As he spoke, Mephisto then changed the subject, inviting Hawke enthusiastically: "Come, let's go back to my palace. Anya is in my palace. It's perfect, we'll have a drink, and then I'll have Anya come over to meet you and chat. You two siblings can have a good reunion."
His words were undoubtedly a reminder to Hawke.
Your sister is in my hands.
Hawke ignored the meaning in Mephisto's words, smiled, and refused Mephisto: "I won't drink. Call my sister over. I'll take her away. I won't trouble you."
Mephisto froze.
"You've found a body to house Anya's soul?"
"It's the same if I take her away first. After going up, I'll just find a random passerby, chop them up, and then put my sister in there. That should be even better, while it's fresh, don't you think?"
...How could that be allowed?
Mephisto's mind was a bit muddled hearing Hawke's 'while it's fresh', and he quickly said: "That won't do. Didn't I say that you need to find a body for your sister first, and then I will release her?"
Hawke sneered inwardly repeatedly.
Mephisto then said: "How about this, let's go back to the palace first. You've helped me so much, I should thank you properly, and your sister is waiting in the palace."
His enthusiasm did not wane.
As long as Hawke entered the palace, he would be his lamb to the slaughter.
Actually, here would also work.
But if he devoured his soul in front of his sister, it would bring Mephisto even more extreme pleasure.
Mephisto smiled cruelly in his heart, while maintaining a gentlemanly, enthusiastic smile on his face.
Their eyes met.
Hawke chuckled.
"Forget it, a soul will do. Bring my sister's soul here, Mephisto."
...
Mephisto's face, which had been smiling as if he were genuinely considering Hawke, slowly disappeared as he met Hawke's gaze.
His expression became somewhat sinister.
"What, you don't believe me?"
"No!"
...
Mephisto fell silent.
He looked at Hawke expressionlessly.
Hawke also looked at him.
Mephisto spoke again, his voice now not only sinister but also eerie.
"Hawke, do you know what your biggest mistake is?"
"Oh?"
"You're too arrogant, just like that foolish Johnny."
Seeing that his invitation to the trap had failed, Mephisto no longer bothered to pretend, sneering: "If you were on Earth, I wouldn't be able to do anything to you, but now that you're in Hell, don't even think about leaving."
As he spoke, the sound of cracking skin echoed from Mephisto's body.
In the blink of an eye, Mephisto's true demon form, about 2.2 meters tall, emerged from his human skin, which was at most 1.7 meters.
With horns on his head and a tail behind him, Mephisto, revealing his true demon form, spewed Mars from his hollow nostrils: "As humans say, you had a path to Heaven but didn't take it; instead, you insisted on coming to Hell, which has no gate."
Hawke's expression didn't change much after Mephisto's true demon form was revealed; he still looked calmly at Mephisto: "So, you never intended to release my sister's soul."
Mephisto laughed loudly!
"Release!"
"Haha!"
"That was a lie, you can't believe a demon's words, didn't your mother tell you that when you were little?"
"Oh, right."
"I forgot, you don't have a mother!"
Mephisto, who already regarded Hawke as a lamb to the slaughter, shed his disguise and mocked Hawke mercilessly, almost spitefully.
Hawke glanced expressionlessly at Mephisto, who was laughing wildly.
"I'll fuck your mother!"
...
Mephisto's arrogant expression froze.
Clearly, his self-proclaimed sharp tongue was no match for the ancient Eastern elegant language.
Mephisto's seemingly scorched, crimson demon face, after reacting, visibly turned even redder.
His golden demon eyes stared intently at Hawke, who still looked calm, and he practically squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
"You're courting death!"
"Can you kill me?"
Hawke's tone remained calm, and as he spoke, a black phoenix manifested through space and was projected behind him.
The next moment, the black phoenix spread its wings in the sky of the Hell Dimension and let out a phoenix cry towards the Hell Dimension!
"Caw—!"
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