Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 556 - 524: Are You Willing to Guarantee Their Lives with Your Own? (First Update)

Chapter 556: Chapter 524: Are You Willing to Guarantee Their Lives with Your Own? (First Update)

The brilliant shock wave was crazily compressing towards the core of the explosion.

At this moment, Hawk was situated right at the center of the explosion.

And so was Icarus!

Icarus had now turned into a glass man, covered with countless web-like cracks.

Every part of his body was releasing deadly energy.

And the target of this lethal energy was Hawk.

At first, Icarus’s spiritual state was shaken by a single word from Hawk, but in an instant, he reaffirmed his resolve, choosing a path of no return.

"I am of the Eternal Race!"

"The Eternal Race is forever loyal to the Celestial God Team!"

Icarus grabbed onto Hawk’s arms, staring directly into Hawk’s eyes.

Hawk’s face flushed red.

"Then go to hell."

"Boom!"

Icarus shattered, turning into pure energy, roaring like a hurricane that swept Hawk into it.

A soundless yet incredibly spectacular mushroom cloud appeared dazzlingly at the center of the explosion.

The explosion came quickly and disappeared just as fast.

The next second.

When the mushroom cloud dissipated, Hawk’s figure reappeared in everyone’s sight.

However——

The crimson battle armor tailored by Wanda for Hawk had already half-collapsed, revealing beneath it a muscular yet equally scarred body.

Especially his arms, which, like the glassified Icarus just now, became glassified as if sand was being burned.

Standing in place, Hawk glanced at Wanda, who was on the only intact high-rise within a radius of ten kilometers, then his body softened, knees no longer supporting him, with a thud, his knees hit the ground, shattering the glassified ground beneath.

Watching this scene, Wanda’s pupils contracted.

Daughter Jean couldn’t help but cover her mouth.

"Dad!"

"Go!"

Wanda pulled daughter Jean, took a step, and instantly disappeared from the high-rise, reappearing in front of Hawk, who was now kneeling on the ground, eyes lowered.

Daughter Jean instinctively wanted to move forward, but was held back by Wanda.

"Don’t move."

"But Dad..."

"I’m fine."

Hawk, with eyes lowered, looked up, seeing his anxious daughter, smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to the silent Wanda who was staring at him, and said, "Fanatics are the most terrifying."

None of the above.

Initially, with just a single word, he had broken Icarus’s spiritual state, causing Icarus to self-detonate, letting energy leak in all directions.

If that were the case, he might be injured but wouldn’t die.

Hmm.

This was bad news for Hawk, for he had mentally prepared himself for a death from which he couldn’t come back.

So he was set to die sooner or later, might as well sooner than later.

Early death is a quick rebirth.

But for Hawk, dying early, rebirthing again would mean an unparalleled power boost.

Comprehensive, 360-degree omnidirectional strength with no blind spots.

Fortunately, Icarus was a fanatic for the Celestial God Team, just as Hawk somewhat regretted breaking Icarus’s spirit, the latter regained consciousness, and decisively chose to serve the Celestial God Team over living for himself.

Perhaps just as Icarus said before.

He was created by the Celestial God Team, so he must die for them.

Hence, Icarus died.

Hawk was also about to die.

"I hope Old Mo from this universe is already waiting for me at the Hell Tavern. Honestly, I do quite like Old Mo."

"Then why didn’t you spare his life at the time?"

Wanda at this moment also squatted in front of Hawk, arms crossed in front of her, somewhat curious while sitting cross-legged across from Hawk who was now sitting on the ground.

Hawk smiled without speaking.

Wanda, seeing this, didn’t pursue the question further, instead looked at Hawk, "Once again, how am I supposed to bring you back if you can’t come back yourself."

Daughter Jean, on the side, looking at her mother Wanda’s serious face, then at her father Hawk sitting casually yet with a face of enlightenment, seemed to have guessed something but didn’t speak, just listened quietly to the conversation, her face filled with worry watching her father Hawk.

Hawk casually smiled at Wanda, "Once again, this time I truly have no fallback moves, the same trick won’t work on me, I won’t make the same mistake again."

He was really dying.

This time there were no backup plans, even though the Phoenix Cosmic Power had descended here, he didn’t receive it, thus the Phoenix’s rebirth wouldn’t work on him this time.

So——

This time, if Hawk couldn’t find a way to be reborn from death, then he really would die.

Wanda listened, nodded.

"I understand, when do you plan to die."

"Mom!"

Beside her, daughter Jean hearing Wanda’s words subconsciously exclaimed, then looked at Hawk, "Dad, you’re not going to die, right?"

Hawk met his daughter Jean’s gaze, smiled gently.

"Don’t worry, I will be back."

"...Really?"

"Of course."

Hawk smiled slightly: "Don’t forget, the Phoenix is undying, just goes through Nirvana."

His daughter Jane heard this, was stunned at first, then thought of the Phoenix’s Divine Authority ability, and some of the worry in her eyes faded away.

But—

She still felt something was strange, after all, she didn’t know that this time Hawk had voluntarily given up the Phoenix Divine Authority to choose to walk through Death.

If Hawk went and never returned, then he would truly never return.

After talking with his daughter Jane, Hawk felt the unique aura of Hell already starting to descend upon him.

In a daze, he already saw the Gate of Hell opening for him.

Even—

Hawk looked through the Gate of Hell and saw the Hell Tavern showing it was open for business, and inside the tavern, his ambiguous old acquaintance Mephisto, smiling invitingly with a glass of bourbon.

"I’m leaving."

Hawk felt the enthusiastic invitation from this world’s Old Mo, smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze, looked at Wanda, and said his final words.

"I’m leaving."

"Wait, one last question."

Wanda heard this, watched Hawk already prepared to close his eyes, suddenly thought of something, hurriedly spoke up: "Can you move? We can’t just leave you here, right."

Hawk listened to this, looked seriously at Wanda.

"You can buy me a lavish coffin and lock me in."

"That’s a good suggestion, I will."

Wanda listened to Hawk’s suggestion, with a serious expression, thoughtfully considering it.

Their eyes met.

Beside them, his daughter Jane couldn’t take it anymore.

"Mom!"

"Alright, stop teasing her."

Hawk looked at his extremely excited daughter, grinned, and reassured Jane once more that he would return, then exchanged one last glance with Wanda. Subsequently, under Wanda’s gaze, he closed his eyes.

The next second.

His soul turned into a golden-red light, entering the Gate of Hell that had been unknowingly waiting for him for so long.

Instantly.

Seated Hawk’s head lowered, his vitality visibly vanishing.

His daughter Jane stared blankly at the scene, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mom?"

"Let’s go."

Wanda was calm, her hands surged with Crimson Chaos energy, instantly enveloping Hawk. Within the embrace, Hawk’s body floated up lying flat, as if held by a princess in Wanda’s arms.

With that.

Wanda’s figure also soared, simultaneously pulling Jane beside her, rising from the ground. In mid-air, she adjusted her posture, then vanished.

In the temporary command center underground post-disaster in Washington.

President Reed Stacy and a group of aides and generals stared blankly at the contents on the big screen, not reacting until they realized the satellite had lost Wanda’s image. Everyone then came around, and looked at each other in confusion.

After a while.

A somewhat incredulous voice rang out.

"Did... the Demon King die?"

"Hiss!"

"But who was the person who perished with the Demon King?"

"An alien?"

"Did they come from the same cosmos as the Demon King, or from our cosmos?"

Following the first voice, the temporary command center soon turned into a market scene, various questions were thrown around, chattering away like countless ducks quacking.

But soon, another question brought this discussion to a halt.

"Since the Demon King died, should our operation also be terminated?"

"What operat..."

Everyone looked at the person speaking, froze for a moment, then came to realization, unspoken consensus directing their gaze to President Reed Stacy, who was metaphorically placed in charge.

President Reed Stacy remained silent for a while before expressing his viewpoint.

"I don’t know how to be a competent president."

"Until today, I wasn’t even a congressman, yet the electorate chose me to speak for them in Congress."

"They elected me for a simple reason: they believe every word I said, every promise I made."

"So—"

"My opinion is, since we have already reached the transaction terms, we should fulfill it."

"Someone must come forward to pay the price due for this matter."

"But that person is certainly not me."

"How about you all?"

"Can you guarantee Mr. Hawk Phoenix is truly dead, and bear the consequences if he isn’t dead in twenty-four hours?"

Reed Stacy’s words calmly looked at the crowd staring unblinkingly at him: "Are you willing to use your own lives to assure us what we just saw, that Mr. Hawk Phoenix is truly dead, and to shoulder all responsibilities?"

Everyone: "..."