Hawk and Gwen didn't stay long in West View Town.
After all, it's already the middle of the night.
So...
About an hour later, after Hawk helped Gwen put on her beige trench coat again, he turned to look at Andrew and Amy standing at the door, their eyes silently expressing reluctance to part.
Gwen smiled and said, "Now that I know the address, I'll come to visit you when I have time, Madam Chloe."
Hawk said to Andrew, "The upcoming war isn't something you can participate in, so staying here is pretty good."
After saying this.
With a thought, he took Gwen and returned directly to their home at Palm Street No. 521A.
In the next second.
A golden light pierced through the clouds, rapidly breaking the atmosphere and transforming into a golden line shooting toward the direction of Pluto.
Don't be fooled by Hawk's current speed, which has reached the speed of light.
But...
The speed of light may seem terrifying on Earth, but in the Cosmos, it can be considered the most basic moving speed.
Logically, with the help of the 'Reality Gemstone' and 'Mind Gemstone' as cheat tools, Hawk should be able to ensure that he's constantly moving toward the pinnacle of the Golden Little Cosmos after awakening the seventh sense.
In fact, it is indeed the case.
His Little Cosmos has almost doubled in size compared to its initial awakening.
But...
His speed remains confined within the light-speed range, unable to break free from the constraints of light speed.
Initially, Hawk thought it was Earth being too short preventing him from speeding up, but upon reaching the Cosmos, he realized it's still the same.
However, he has already identified the root of the problem.
Yahweh!
More precisely, it's the aftermath left by Yahweh sending Birdman to mess up his timeline.
Simply put.
The thoughts are not clear.
It's like finding several flies in your meal that's perfectly fine.
It won't kill you, but it will disgust you.
Thus, this caused Hawk's unclear thoughts.
Fortunately, the solution is simple.
Just kill those two Blood Angels named Jack and Allen.
Suppress their souls within the Torrential Rain Nether Prison, then his thoughts will naturally become clear.
Super light speed!
Speaking of which, reaching that speed should allow him to travel through the timeline like The Flash, even without the Time Gemstone.
While pondering this, Hawk arrived at the Hell Dimension behind Pluto, crashing directly into the dimension that no longer had defenses against him.
This happened last time when he arrived and coincidentally saved Mephisto, who then expressed his willingness to be trusted once more as an attitude.
Whether Mephisto has really reformed or not, at least for Hawk right now, he's quite satisfied.
In the Hell Tavern.
Mephisto laughed heartily, his broken horn now regrown, as he stroked the newly born Demon's Horn and said, "The Hell Dimension may not be fully repaired yet, but my injuries have recovered halfway. Just give me..."
Hawk interrupted.
"The Death Angels have appeared."
"Ugh..."
Mephisto, who was about to say that he would recover with more time, had his expression freeze instantly, looking at Hawk without even blinking.
Hawk spoke calmly.
"They plan to arrive in Texas on Earth Day, November 11th, and it seems they have a fixed location. Where is that place?"
This was mentioned by Andrew while in West View Town.
Andrew received a letter and went to the address of Priest Moluo, but he was about to get the information when Jack and Allen arrived, forcing him to take action.
As a result...
Seriously injured, he struggled to escape Jack and Allen's pursuit, ended up on an international cargo ship, and fell into a deep sleep.
This is why Hawk was not sleeping in the middle of the night and came to find Mephisto.
Mephisto's expression remained frozen as he mentioned a name located at the border of Texas, near Shaft Town: a gorge monastery.
"Flint Monastery."
"What's special about this place?"
Hawk cut to the chase: "And why do they want to arrive there on November 11th."
Mephisto's expression turned ugly.
"Flint Monastery is the first anchor point of the Hell Dimension on Earth."
"November 11th?"
"That's the day I landed on Earth."
"Combining the two?"
"..."
Mephisto rubbed his face and looked at Hawk, "If the Death Angels arrive at Flint Monastery on November 11th and awaken at midnight, then he will be regarded as one of us by the Hell Dimension. Once awakened, he will invade my hell with the fastest speed."
Saying this.
Old Mephisto's face turned mournful, "If he comes in, given my current state, I doubt I can defeat him."
Hawk looked at Mephisto, whose face was full of 'help a brother,' and twitched his mouth, pulling his right hand out of Mephisto's Demon's Claw.
"You could just close that anchor point."
"It's impossible."
"Why not?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow: "You've even closed the Earth passage, forcing me to fly for three hours just to get here."
Mephisto shook his head.
"The first anchor point cannot be closed, not by me nor any Lord of Death with Life and Death Law can close their first anchor point; it's not my rule, it's Death's rule."
"Death?"
Hawk was slightly stunned, a bit curious.
"What's the point of setting this rule?"
"To encourage internal competition."
"..."
Hawk had just entertained many possibilities in his mind, but seeing Mephisto's helpless shrugging, he took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and said, "Praise Death, what a great rule!"
He was neither a fool nor a brute.
Before his Little Cosmos manifested, he was in no position to confront the Five Creators directly.
Especially since Death is an abstract goddess.
Be weak and grow in peace, be strong and assert your strength.
Hawk understood this logic well, so offering praise wasn't something to be embarrassed about.
Mephisto looked displeased, but raised his glass in agreement, "Praise Death!"
There was no reason for Hawk to praise, and he, as a high-level employee of Death, should not.
Though Death might not notice here.
But what if she did.
What if Death noticed, dear heavens, it could greatly affect his career advancement.
Mephisto pondered this.
Hawk then grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring drinks for both of them, while curiously asking, "When I got here, I didn't feel the presence of the Heaven Dimension."
On his way to Pluto, he felt a powerful force slowly moving towards the Solar System.
If nothing unexpected happened, that should be the Dark Dimension.
Hawk figured it might be due to some hiccup on Dormammu's side in the Dark Dimension, failing to reach the Teleportation Array in time, which caused the Ancient One to postpone retirement.
But that's not the point.
The point is, if the Heaven Dimension chose November 11th to launch a war against Hell, they should have already stationed themselves in the Solar System.
But he just released his Seventh Sense, and didn't detect any Birdmen's aura.
Mephisto chuckled.
"Don't worry, they'll come."
"What do you mean?"
"You know who Yahweh's people are, right?"
"The Celestial God Team."
"Yes, but they were created to manage the Main Multiverse's timeline."
Mephisto spoke of Eternal.
One of the abstract Divine Spirits, the embodiment of the timeline in the Marvel Main Multiverse. He should maintain the stability of the Main Multiverse's timeline.
But he created the Celestial God Team to help him manage.
As for Eternal himself...
No one knows where he is.
"Because of time."
"In short, the moment the Death Angels awaken, the Heaven Dimension will appear."
"In the past, Yahweh used this trick to ambush many Lords of Death."
"After all, the Death Angels' invasion is silent, and when they appear, so does Heaven. The inside and outside coordination caught many Lords of Death off guard, and Yahweh took advantage of it."
Mephisto sighed as he explained, relieved while looking at Hawk, "Also, I have you, you must lend a helping hand to your brother."
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Brother?"
"Brother!"
Mephisto solemnly changed his words, "Lend a brother a hand, you are my brother now, and you could even be my godfather!"
Everyone knows.
Demons have no shame.
Hawk does.
So...
Hawk downed his drink in one gulp, stood up, and waved his hand.
Mephisto stretched his neck, watching Hawk near the door, shouting.
"Brother, godfather..."
"Alright, just wait patiently."
Without turning back, Hawk waved and exited the Hell Tavern, transforming into a golden light, taking over three hours to return to Palm Street No. 521A.
Round trip, more than six hours.
The sky was already bright.
Gwen, who had come home at 2:30 in the morning and slept until 7," was in a good mood, humming a song while preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Hawk knew why Gwen was in such a good mood.
Because last night Amy gave Gwen a gift.
Nothing valuable.
Just a silver ring Andrew had bought at a cheap store when he proposed to her years ago.
The price probably wouldn't even exceed ten US Dollars.
But Gwen was very happy.
Hawk walked into the kitchen, hugged Gwen, and as she fed him a piece of torn bread, he inhaled the fragrance of her hair.
"I'm going to Texas."
"Did you find out what's going on?"
"Yeah."
"...Alright."
Gwen turned, hugged Hawk's waist, and smiled at him softly.
"Come back soon, I'll be waiting for you at home, your sister is also waiting for you to revive her."
"Okay."
"..."