The desert in Texas has its own characteristics.
Especially at dusk.
The sky seems to be burned into the color of bronze, and under this bronzed light, the endless sandy desert appears to be dyed golden.
Suddenly.
The sandy ground trembles.
The shaking.
Accompanied by increasingly urgent tremors, these vibrations seem to resonate, and with the suspension of sand at the horizon's end, this tremor gradually headed towards the Flint Monastery, built entirely of stones weathered by countless years.
Boom!
Along with the extension of the vibration, a crack suddenly appeared on the giant stone wall of the Flint Monastery with a loud bang.
At first, the crack was like a thin black cobweb thread on the outer wall, but within breaths, it seemed to come alive, rapidly climbing upwards, bifurcating, and spreading.
Tiny fragments of stone and dust fell from the crevice.
Immediately followed—
The entire Flint Monastery seemed to tremble along.
The next moment.
Boom!
As countless black cracks emerged from the bottom of the outer wall reaching the top, quantitative change led to qualitative change.
The outer wall of the Flint Monastery began to collapse.
Rumble!
The Flint Monastery, standing in this desolate place for unknown years, collapsed amidst the dust under the watchful gaze of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Satellite.
"Thick and greasy thank you."
"Jesus Christ."
"Hiss!"
"Hawk."
As always, although a battle of this level is not within their right to intervene, it doesn't hinder the distant spectators of S.H.I.E.L.D., arriving albeit late.
With the sudden collapse of the Flint Monastery, exclamations echoed in the New York S.H.I.E.L.D Combat Command Center, where only a dozen people were qualified to know about this event.
Sharon watched the collapsing building without a single fight, unable to help but take a cold breath.
Beside her, Gwen also stared at the screen where the monastery was completely covered in dust, her small fists tightly clenched.
But because the Flint Monastery is situated in a remote open space, the dust raised by the collapse came quickly and dissipated quickly.
Almost at the moment when the dust rose, a ray of golden light ignored the obstruction of dust, penetrating through it, and blossomed over the sandy desert in Texas.
This ray of golden light blooms like a signal.
Just like a starter gun in the referee's hand before the battle begins.
With the appearance of this golden light, a strand appeared on the horizon that was originally empty...
No.
Not a strand, but a large area, accurately speaking, an arc of blood-red centered around the Flint Monastery.
These blood-red colors slowly spread like ink dropped in clear water, but then expanded at an alarming speed, seemingly making the entire horizon bleed.
In the next second.
The tide of blood-red emerged.
Tens of thousands, composed of countless Blood Angels, a tide of blood-red is swiftly sweeping along the desert surface towards the direction of the Flint Monastery.
However, these Blood Angels are different from the Blood Angels Hawk saw like Andrew Chloe.
The difference between Andrew Chloe and angels is that his wings are blood-red.
But these Blood Angels before us?
Calling them angels seems to insult demons.
Because these Blood Angels look more demonic than demons.
Their shape is roughly humanoid but more rugged and twisted, now their appearance stripped of the monk's robe was unsightly and ugly.
Under the monk's robe, their faces seemed to be randomly assembled with peeled skin muscles and congealed dirty blood, and their skin was semi-transparent, with blood-red light surging underneath.
They had no facial features, only two holes burning with pure red fire on their faces.
Even their wings weren't blood-colored and soft like Andrew Chloe's feathery wings.
This group of Blood Angels' wings were made of some kind of fascia and energy veins, rendering them into ragged flesh wings that emitted a teeth-grinding tearing sound upon unfolding, stirring up a foul stench as they flapped in the air.
They ran without screaming.
Without shouting.
Nor roaring, seemingly like pure killing machines, silently, accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound while tearing through the air with their ragged flesh wings, forming a blood-colored tornado, whistling towards the position gradually radiating golden light from amidst the dust.
No choice.
Blood Angel Jack and Allen wanted to manipulate more than ten thousand Blood Angels.
Unfortunately…
That was impossible, when they traversed time and space, Yahweh only gave them three drops of Angel's Blood.
The beings in front, similar to Skull Blood Angels, were also converted from vampires.
To be precise, it's the advanced static form of the King of Reapers, Normacus.
The weakened version they gave Normacus was merely to hide the truth of vampires gradually disappearing across Europe.
These Skull Blood Angels, prepared to welcome the return of the lord, and after the awakening of Death Angels, these Skull Blood Angels were crucial forces for the Death Angels to take over the Hell Dimension.
Now!
Let the heretics taste the prowess of these undead, immortal Skull Blood Angels.
Jack and Allen spread their giant Blood Wings, smirking as they watched the distant golden glow seemingly surrounded by an endless tide of blood-red.
The desert trembles!
The torrent formed by countless Skull Blood Angels trampled the cacti and crushed the dunes. Their talons clawed up the sandy soil that appeared golden under the sunlight, making the whole earth seem to spray blood mist behind them.
Their silhouettes obscured the sky, slicing the rays of the setting sun into fragments!
Everywhere in sight—front, back, left, right, up, down—was a crimson sea, like a crimson tsunami pouring in from the depths of Hell.
And in the midst of this tsunami, as the dust settled, Hawk, completely covered by a Golden Saint Armor Face Mask, raised his right hand.
The igniting Power of the Little Cosmos gradually condensed into golden light in his palm.
Accompanied by a roar.
The leading wave of Skull Blood Angels suddenly leaped up, then descended upon Hawk like a torrential blood rain.
Hawk, fully shrouded by the Golden Holy Armor, neither dodged nor evaded, his palm faced the sky, voice indifferent!
"Light Speed Fist!"
"Boom, boom, boom—!!"
Golden light erupted from Hawk's palm, one after another, almost as soon as he finished speaking, golden fist shadows filled the sky.
In an instant.
Charging like a tide, the Skull Blood Angels seemed truly to transform into a blood rain, staining the sky in an instant.
The blood rain fell from the sky, and their bones, too, rained down with a splat on the sandy soil.
But the death of the first wave of Skull Blood Angels did not instill fear in the subsequent ones.
The following Skull Blood Angels stepped over the fallen bones before them, advancing towards Hawk, in a deathly silence, without a shout.
When Hawk had thrown his punch earlier, he already understood what these Skull Blood Angels were.
Their souls were gone.
Or rather—
Their souls were burned, using vampires as the basis, then igniting their souls with the Blood Angels' fresh blood as fuel, turning them into these mindless Skull Blood Angels, obeying orders.
However…
Thinking did not hinder Hawk from throwing punches.
Clad in the Golden Gemini Holy Armor, Hawk, face completely covered even down to his eyes, slightly lifted his head, looking at the tide-like Skull Blood Angels surging before him, raised his right hand, clamped his index and middle fingers together, then casually flicked forward.
"Galaxy Starburst!"
"Fzzz—!!!"
No sound.
Or rather, the sound was swallowed by a stronger power the moment it emerged.
Almost as soon as Hawk's fingers flicked, the space with a ten-kilometer diameter centered on him darkened abruptly, as though all light was extracted.
The next moment.
Countless seemingly miniature stars birthed and expanded in the darkened sky above.
Then—
Explosion!
A cosmic-scale eruption fragmented, accompanied by sweeping shockwaves, all Skull Blood Angels within the ten-kilometer radius disintegrated the moment their bodies contacted this cosmic shockwave.
Yes.
Not shattered.
Nor fragmented, more like disassembled from a molecular level by an invisible force, transforming into microscopic red dust, then utterly obliterated by the simulated cosmic collapse.
When this cosmic collapse phenomenon disappeared, returning to reality.
Hawk, wearing the Golden Gemini Holy Armor, with the face mask fully covering, still quietly hovered above the position of Flint Monastery.
As for Skull Blood Angels?
What Skull Blood Angels, where are the Skull Blood Angels, forget Skull Blood Angels, within the ten-kilometer radius centered on Hawk, all the sand has now turned a color like transparent glass.
That's formed by the sand undergoing a cosmic-level compression.
At this moment.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by two blood-red apparitions, whooshing left and right appeared beside Hawk.
Next second.
The sound of applause echoed.
Suspended in the air, Jack flapped his blood-red wings with a mischievous expression watching Hawk, while clapping.
"Well done."
"I must admit, heretic, your strength is indeed exceptional."
"No wonder the Lord wants you to convert."
"What a shame—"
"The Lord is merciful, yet wrathful. Since you are unwilling to convert, then you are a heretic."
"Don't you know, everything gifted is already marked with its price in destiny?"
"Riiiip!"
As Jack's words fell.
Hawk looked down, observing the rapid spiderweb-like red spreading over the surface of his Golden Gemini Holy Armor.
The red, akin to Skull Blood Angels, spread across his body in just a blink.
Immediately afterward…
Hawk sensed that something seemed to be attempting to wrest control of this clone from him.
…