Chapter 1245 Hawk returns from hell
come down...
come down...
come down......
The feeling of weightlessness enveloped Hawke.
There seemed to be countless hands, dragging his body down into the boundless abyss.
There was darkness all around, and he couldn't see his fingers. He tried his best to shout and call, but he got no response. It seemed that he was the only one left in the world. The feeling of loneliness, loneliness, and fear gradually spread.
Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, feeling...all are leaving him.
This feeling of powerlessness is really terrifying!
Hawke seemed to have given up, just sinking into the darkness, quietly waiting for everything to end.
But those past memories, like a marquee, began to flash through his mind scene after scene, from Magneto at the beginning, to Professor X later, to Pietro and Wanda, and those dead comrades. .
Those people's stern and disappointed eyes seemed to be questioning him loudly: "Have you really tried your best?"
Professor You ruined it!"
Immediately afterwards, Magneto appeared in his mind and asked him expectantly: "Hawk, have you protected my child?"
Then, Wanda appeared again. She cried and asked: "Why didn't you protect my brother? Why did you let him enter the cabin? Why can you give up with peace of mind?"
Covered in blood, with both legs broken and only one hand left, Wolverine climbed out of the dark abyss and stared straight at him with his hideous face covered in blood and scars. : "Hawke, you disappoint me so much."
The questions were like sharp knives, piercing into his heart.
"No......"
"I can't give up yet..."
Hawke, who was about to give up, felt a fire burning in his heart.
Not for himself, but for those dead comrades, even if he degenerates into a demon, he will get up again, bring the flames from hell, and take revenge on those guys!
"Uhhhhhh-!"
A roar from the heart turned into the most primitive engine oil and was injected into this decayed and destroyed machine.
Hawke, who was exhausted, tried his best, burned his soul, and reached out to the darkness.
He wants to tear apart the darkness and return to that world!
"Please...my body!"
"Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer!"
"I can't fall yet!"
“At least I can’t die until I rescue Pietro—!”
In the endless darkness, a flash of light suddenly appeared.
A beam of blazing golden light, like the dawn of dawn, cut through this boundless dark space.
In Hawke's shocked eyes, he seemed to see a person walking towards him from the blazing golden light. The infinite warmth enveloped him, dispelling the darkness like the sun.
"Slaves bound by fate, rely on your own strength to liberate your destiny!"
Under the blazing golden light like the sun, Hawk's vision gradually blurred. At the last second when he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a man wearing a crown of thorns and wearing linen.
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On the trail from Kansas City.
The heavy rains that have fallen over the past few days have made the land very moist and soft, and a light mist filled the forest.
At this time, this piece of soft and moist soil was slowly changing its shape.
If you look down from a high altitude, you can clearly see that the land in this area is undergoing a strange change that cannot be described by science, as if a demon walked through and left a huge palm print hundreds of feet in diameter.
You can clearly see the claw-like marks on the edge of the palm print.
This is the terrifying devil's palm in the Arizona desert, but for unknown reasons, it actually moved thousands of kilometers and appeared near Kansas.
With the appearance of the devil's palm area, a violent heartbeat suddenly sounded in this silent forest.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder, and also became more and more intense.
It echoed in the open forest, like a powerful sports car filled with engine oil and slamming the accelerator. The nearby soil was shaken up, and circles of ripples could be vaguely seen, spreading like water.
Looking at the source of the earth's vibration, it turned out to be a completely dead body covered in mud.
The source of the heartbeat is this corpse.
In the areas not touched by the soil, you can find that the skin of the corpse has become fossilized and bluish in color, and even has a bit of odor, as well as spots of mildew, which is enough to prove that he is completely dead.
But it was such a dead body, but its chest was beating violently.
Plop...Plop...Plop...
The corpse trembled suddenly, as if it had been shocked by electricity, and bounced several centimeters high.
Then it fell heavily again, causing mud to splash around. The mud wrapping the body also fell off, revealing its original appearance, which was the long-dead Hawke.
At an extremely close range, half of his head was blown off after being hit by M1.
If you get closer, you can still see half of the brain.
A professional killer-level bullseye will never leave any consequences. Every shot is fatal, so it stands to reason that it has become like this. It is absolutely impossible for the corpse to come back to life.
But it happened that it was such a corpse that the heartbeat sounded again.
Swish….swish…
Hawke's fingers wriggled and made several marks on the wet soil.
Then his eyelids, and then his whole body slowly twitched, as if he was trembling constantly due to stress stimulation after death.
The next moment, Hawke slowly got up from the ground. After staggering twice, he stood firm.
"I'm...back from hell!"
The moment he opened his eyes, Senhan's killing intent was like a tsunami, sweeping through the entire forest.
Hawke violently tore off his shirt and looked down at his chest. An organ like a heart clearly protruded from the subcutaneous tissue. You could even see two thick aorta and the shape of the entire heart.
"Really...am I also chosen?"
Hawk looked at the beating heart and knew that his second life was given by the saint.
The surging vitality is flowing into his body from the heart. Without this heart, he is just a corpse now, and even with the support of the heart, he is not sure how long he can live.
"Is this the power of the saint's body?"
Hawke murmured in a low voice, and he could clearly feel a strange power swimming in his body.
That is the power of life and the power of spirit.
As his thoughts were activated, the spiritual power quickly leaked out of the body, forming an almost transparent creature with a humanoid outline, silently staying beside it like a ghost.
This is the ability given to him by the body, just like Pietro's power.
"Pietro...wait for me!"
Hawke clenched his fists, his eyes sharp and firm: "I will save you at all costs. Before this body reaches its limit, no one...can stop me!"
