Hawk's voice was the same as before.
Calm.
But...
No sign of being wounded.
"Is that all?"
"..."
The enthusiasm on Blood Angel Jack and Allen's faces froze instantly, their eyes widened, staring incredulously at the Golden Gemini Holy Armor that had been turned into a ragged mess.
The next second.
Right before their eyes, the tattered Golden Gemini Holy Armor vanished like melted snow.
"What?"
"How is this possible?"
"Where is he?"
"Here."
Hawk's voice was ghostly.
Blood Angel Jack and Allen instinctively turned towards the direction of the voice, their hearts gripped by alarm.
In sight.
Father Moluo, the Italian woman Nadia, and the Death Angel Danny, who needed to awaken by midnight, were lying behind a distant hill.
Father Moluo saw the gazes from Blood Angel Jack and Allen, thought the danger was over, and subconsciously stood up from the ground.
But quickly.
He saw the fury in the eyes of Blood Angel Jack and Allen rushing towards him, and seemed to sense something ominous. He swallowed his saliva with a gulp and slowly turned his head mechanically to look behind him.
At the moment Father Moluo's peripheral vision caught the sharp face resembling a blade.
Hawk felt Moluo's turning was too slow and decided to help him out, pressing both hands on Father Moluo's head.
With a crack!
Father Moluo's head spun seven hundred and eighty-five degrees, fragmented with a snap like plastic twisting past its limit.
His head and neck were twisted broken.
Father Moluo, dead!
Next to him, the Italian woman Nadia snapped out of her shock, glanced at Hawk in his high-end dark gray suit, and saw the golden glow in Hawk's eyes.
Whoosh!
Nadia, instantly vaporized!
The still-non-awakened Death Angel reacted quickly, not even glancing at his vaporized mother, darting out like a gazelle.
Hawk's mind moved, and telekinesis instantly bound the Death Angel Danny airborne as if clearing hurdles in mid-air.
At this moment.
Blood Angel Jack and Allen appeared before Hawk.
Their blood-colored wings spread wide, countless feathers sharp as blades whipped up a storm towards Hawk.
Hawk's figure instantly retreated.
Jack and Allen exchanged a glance, with a bang, Jack wielding the blood-colored sword formed from wings rushed rapidly at Hawk.
Allen remained in place, faced with the challenge of freeing the Death Angel Danny suspended in mid-air by Hawk's telekinesis.
After retreating, Hawk hovered, watching Blood Angel Jack charging towards him.
The next second.
Almost as Blood Angel Jack was about to reach him, he suddenly vanished, and Blood Angel Jack appeared behind him, shouting "In the name of the Lord!" swinging the blood-colored sword at Hawk.
Hawk's lips curled, sidestepping the suddenly appeared sword from behind, his figure flickered, disappearing, then reappearing behind Blood Angel Jack, kicking out.
Bang!
Blood Angel Jack instantly fell from the air, crashing down onto the sandy ground below, creating a small crater.
With a pop!
The dusty Blood Angel Jack quickly flew out of the crater, holding the blood-colored sword, eyes scanning rapidly around.
"Where is he!"
"Where!"
"Come out!"
Blood Angel Jack roared, looking at the empty surroundings.
At this moment, Blood Angel Allen, guarding next to the Death Angel Danny, became immensely tense, also holding a sword, searching for the disappeared Hawk.
But...
The surroundings were quiet, except for the night wind howling fiercely across the desert.
Also!
Footsteps.
"Step!"
"Step!"
"Step!"
Accompanied by footsteps echoing from unknown direction, the Gemini Holy Armor thought to be slain by them appeared from the darkness, its cape fluttering.
Hawk was about to personally enter the fray.
But as he was about to start showboating, Gwen's smile suddenly appeared in his mind.
So—
Hawk altered his plan, deciding to continue concealing with the Reality Gemstone and materializing the Gemini Holy Armor to fight by proxy.
Moral of the story.
Safe keeps the boat sailing for ten thousand years.
He's not the villain, he can't show off, as long as he doesn't show off, he won't suffer a setback.
Therefore!
Controlling the Gemini Holy Armor emerging from the darkness, Hawk looked at Blood Angel Jack wielding the blood-colored sword in the distance, raised his right hand, and curled his finger.
"Come!"
"Ah!"
Watching this gesture, Blood Angel Jack instantly spurred, body curved in an instant, with a bang, cracked the ground beneath him, then with sword in hand, hurled himself like a blood-colored sword towards Hawk.
"Heretic, die!"
"Light Speed Fist!"
Hawk's right fist also struck out, but unlike the usual Light Speed Fist, this punch carried five kinds of light and slammed into Blood Angel Jack with a boom.
The next moment.
Sitting cross-legged and meditating, controlling the Gemini Holy Armor, Hawk's mouth slightly curved upwards.
As everyone knows.
Gemini Saint Warriors have a special move.
Called—Five Senses Stripping Light Speed Fist.
"Five Senses Stripping!"
"Sight!"
"Poof!"
Jack, who was flying rapidly towards Hawk, suddenly felt the world go black before his eyes, instinctively stopping in his tracks.
At that moment.
Hawk's voice, like a judgment, exploded in Jack's ears.
"Smell!"
"Szz."
Jack felt an invisible force shaking his body. In the next moment, the pungent stench of blood, the earthy smell of rising dust, and even the energy fluctuation he emitted vanished completely.
His nose seemed to become a useless decoration. The world turned bland and eerie, abruptly severing the instinctive ability to discern danger and safety through scent.
Blood Angel Jack, shocked and furious by this sudden change, had his energy continually surging. His blood wings and blood-red sword in his hand flailing wildly around.
From afar, Blood Angel Allen watching over Death Angel Danny saw this scene, confused by why Jack didn't move towards Hawk, who was merely ten meters ahead, but instead flailed around, shouted urgently.
"He's right in front of you..."
Hawk glanced at Blood Angel Allen, watching Jack, who looked like a headless fly, his voice once again exploded in Jack's ears.
"Hearing!"
"Buzz——"
At the moment when Blood Angel Jack perked up his ears to listen to his companion's voice.
The world was instantly plunged into silence!
The echoes of his own roars, the whistling of blood wings breaking through the air, even the rumbling of energy surging inside him... all abruptly ceased.
The ultimate silence was like the heaviest concrete coffin, enclosing him completely.
Blood Angel Jack felt as though he had been exiled into a solitary, sightless, scentless, and even soundless cage.
Fortunately.
The tactile sense of his blood wings brushing against his body gave him a sense that he was still alive.
But soon, in this absolute silence and darkness, Hawk's voice chilling and clear echoed in his mind.
"Touch!"
"Uh ah!"
Jack groaned, feeling as though he had instantly become a hollow shell.
He couldn't feel the contraction of muscles or air resistance against his flapping blood wings, couldn't sense the firm grounding of his feet, or even tell whether his hand was gripping the blood-red sword.
He tried to swing his sword but couldn't tell if his arm was raised or if the sword was in his hand.
He tried to stand firm but couldn't gauge the balance beneath his feet.
And in Hawk's view, the Blood Angel Jack before him, his wings no longer flapping, stumbled like a puppet with broken strings; his once fierce charge turned ludicrous and pitiful.
Finally!
Hawk's voice echoed once more in Jack's mind.
"Taste!"
"..."
Five Senses Stripping!
Sight, smell, hearing, touch, and taste.
With the final stripping of taste, a void instantly engulfed Blood Angel Jack.
He stood utterly paralyzed, motionless.
Blood Angel Jack, unable to see, smell, hear, touch, or taste.
With his consciousness trapped in nullity and darkness, Jack found even rage, roars, and struggles meaningless.
Guarding Death Angel Danny, Allen widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He couldn't fathom why Jack, revered by the Lord as the most promising candidate to become the next archangel, was in this state.
Hawk slowly walked up to Jack.
He looked into those eyes, although open, empty and devoid.
"It's over!"
"Boom!"
Jack's hollow pupils began to dilate at a visible pace until pure white occupied them completely, his body leaning back, and fell with a thud onto the gravelly ground.
He was still alive.
But also dead.
His soul and consciousness were thoroughly trapped within this body stripped of five senses, his soul unable to transcend.
However...
As Hawk walked past Jack's fallen body, his left hand like a blade, sliced a golden light severing Jack's head, sending his soul into the Netherworld.
Yet he did not release Jack's Five Senses Stripping.
Even within the Netherworld, Jack's consciousness would remain trapped in eternal void and hollow.
The next second.
Hawk appeared before Blood Angel Allen, whose gaze was nearly tearing apart, and before Allen could react, his right hand touched Allen's forehead: "Good brother, for a lifetime, experience how your good brother feels."
Instantly stripped of his five senses, Allen stood like a wooden person, blank and frozen.
His eyes empty and void.
Hawk then looked towards Death Angel Danny, who was frozen in mid-air.
"Now——"
"Only us two left."
"Hello!"
"Death Angel, do me a favor, call out that old thing Yahweh."
"I want to kill him!!"
"..."