Marvel: The Enlightened One-Chapter 99: [] - The Demon Hulk, Returned from Hell

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ROOOOAR!

The thunderous stampede of over twenty massive rhino mounts began, and the very earth began to tremble beneath their charge.

"Death to the invader!"

Leading the charge, her neck adorned with a golden collar, was Okoye, her Vibranium spear held high as she roared out the war cry.

"WAKANDA FOREVER!"

Behind her, the warriors of the Border Tribe—renowned as the strongest in all of Wakanda—echoed the cry. Clad in their traditional blue, they surged forward like a tidal wave, an avalanche of righteous fury aimed directly at Hawk.

Hawk’s face showed nothing but cold indifference as he watched the overwhelming might of the Wakandan army closing in on him, intent on complete annihilation.

The next second, he moved.

There were no complex techniques, no elaborate stances.

He didn’t even have his Armor yet. Even if he wanted to use the Phoenix’s Winged Ascent, he couldn’t.

But...

That was about to change.

Hawk’s move was the same as before. He took a single step back with his right foot, and the ground beneath it fractured and collapsed.

A moment later, his right arm became a blur, a visual distortion caused by pure, unadulterated speed as it broke the sound barrier.

To everyone else, it looked as if he had thrown only a single punch at the charging Wakandan army—

The Lightning Sonic Fist.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

As his fist shot forward, the very air in its path was compressed and torn apart. A visible, funnel-shaped vapor cone erupted from his knuckles—the crack of a sonic boom echoing across the plains.

In that instant, a storm of phantom fists materialized, a thousand punches delivered in a single heartbeat.

CRACK!

Okoye and her rhino, at the very front of the charge, took the full force of the blast. Her face instantly caved in, and with a wet pop, her head exploded, turning her into a headless corpse in the blink of an eye.

Her rhino met the same fate.

A fist-sized hole was punched clean through its massive head. Through that hole, the fate of the soldiers behind it was made brutally clear.

In a word: carnage.

In a sentence: it was a scene of utter, indescribable horror.

When the afterimages faded and the dust settled, Hawk lowered his fist and looked ahead. The result was the same as before.

It didn’t matter if it was the Merchant Tribe or the Border Tribe. Before his Sonic Fist, their fate was the same.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was littered with shattered limbs. In a single instant, the gushing blood had begun to form a small stream, flowing downhill.

If the Lightning Sonic Fist is this devastating...

What would the Phoenix’s Winged Ascent be like??

The effect would be apocalyptic.

Hawk thought to himself, a thrill running through him.

He had to admit, this was the first time he had fought with such complete abandon.

It was the truth.

Even at Quantico, he had been holding back.

But this time, he was fighting with pure joy, without a single extraneous thought in his mind. There was only one thing.

Just get it done!

The next second, Hawk’s gaze swept past the fallen defenders of Wakanda’s first line of defense and settled on the shimmering golden dome that concealed the true city from the outside world.

This was their final barrier. Beyond it lay the real Wakanda.

Hawk moved. As his foot lifted, it narrowly missed the stream of blood that had just reached him. He vanished.

The stream of blood, pulled by gravity, flowed faster and faster, until it merged with the blood of the Merchant Tribe.

In the distance, the body of Bruce Banner, lying in the trench, was now completely surrounded by it.

Suddenly, a wisp of pure, absolute darkness appeared in the blood. In the blink of an eye, the darkness had consumed the crimson pool, turning it a sickening black.

And as the black blood soaked into Bruce Banner’s skin, the heart within his chest, now turning as black as the blood itself, gave a single, monstrous beat.

Thump.

...

BOOOOOM!

Hawk reappeared in front of the golden energy shield. Without hesitation, he threw a punch at the final obstacle standing between him and the Vibranium.

THWACK!

A golden ripple spread out from the point of impact, but the shield held, quickly returning to its calm, steady state.

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Lightning Sonic Fist!"

DUANG, DUANG, DUANG...

Ripple after ripple appeared on the golden shield, spreading out like waves before vanishing into stillness.

"A shield made of pure Vibranium energy??"

Hawk drew in a sharp breath as he felt the full force of his attacks being absorbed and neutralized without a trace.

They were rich.

Unbelievably, obscenely rich.

Using Vibranium for their infantry weapons was one thing. But to use it to power a massive energy shield like this?

They really have developed the use of Vibranium to its absolute limit.

Hawk paused, his eyes studying the shield, a calculating glint within them.

...

Inside Wakanda, in the royal command center.

King T’Chaka, already clad in his Black Panther suit, stood watching the holographic projection of Hawk.

"Have you identified him?"

"I have."

The one who answered was his daughter, Shuri.

A series of holographic projections flashed before her, displaying all of Hawk’s known data. Classified S.H.I.E.L.D files from the Quantico incident appeared one after another, projected into the air.

One punch shatters an armored car.

One punch obliterates a tank.

One punch levels a building.

And he crushes Thaddeus Ross’s skull with his boot...

The information was detailed.

And it was completely insane.

"He’s only eighteen. How does he have this kind of power? And how does he know about us?"

"His energy signature... is unknown."

Princess Shuri looked at the data, which didn’t match any known energy source in her database, and shook her head.

She was a technological genius, but it was clear that Hawk’s power was beyond the realm of science.

But—

PING! PING!

"Vibranium energy shield energy consumption at ten percent. Current energy level at ninety percent."

Princess Shuri’s eyes lit up. She turned to her father. "His energy signature may be unknown, but at this level, he can’t breach our defenses."

King T’Chaka said nothing, his eyes still fixed on the projection of Hawk.

Suddenly, the alarms blared again.

Princess Shuri froze, then quickly looked back at her console.

Hiss.

"Another energy signature detected at the Merchant Tribe’s location."

"It’s strong."

"And it’s growing."

"I’ve got a match."

"This..."

"The Hulk?"

Princess Shuri stared at the result from the database.

"No, wait."

"It’s not the Hulk. But the energy signature is very similar."

"Bring up the projection from the Merchant Tribe’s location."

"On it."

Shuri quickly pulled up the real-time satellite feed.

The scene was one of utter carnage.

A look of pain and anger flashed across her face, but then her eyes locked onto a massive, pitch-black figure that had just dropped from the sky.

Is that...

A black Hulk?

...

ROOOOOOOAR!

A scream that could tear the soul apart ripped through the air, spreading in all directions, as if announcing its return to the world.

"HULK!"

"..."

Outside the shield, Hawk’s nascent Sixth Sense screamed a warning. Without a moment’s hesitation, he vanished.

The moment he was gone... 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The Demon Hulk crashed down like a meteor where Hawk had just been standing.

The earth itself seemed to groan in agony as the mountain of black flesh slammed into it.

A spiderweb of cracks shot out for dozens of meters.

The savanna was torn apart, sending a shower of dirt and rock into the air.

The Demon Hulk rose to its full, terrifying height, muscles bulging like mountain ridges. Each breath created miniature whirlwinds, raw destructive power rippling visibly beneath its obsidian skin. Its eyes blazed like coals from the depths of Hell.

"Well, now."

"A black Hulk. No, a Demon Hulk."

Hawk reappeared a short distance away, a look of genuine shock on his face.

He had had his senses fully open, and yet, he hadn’t detected any movement, any sound, that would indicate Bruce Banner’s transformation.

If his Sixth Sense hadn’t warned him at the last possible second, he would have been crushed.

And that meant only one thing.

Compared to the Hulk he had killed before, this Demon Hulk, this creature that had clawed its way back from Hell, was on a completely different level.

At the same time, the Demon Hulk’s eyes, burning with hellfire, locked onto Hawk.

Flashes of memory—of being dragged into the water, of being drowned—surged through its mind.

The memories only fueled its rage.

ROOOOOOOARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The Demon Hulk, consumed by fury, wasted no time on words.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Its massive foot stomped the ground, which crumbled like a dry cracker. Its mountainous black body shot forward like an out-of-control siege ram, an unstoppable force of pure destruction, rocketing directly at Hawk.

Hawk’s eyes narrowed to slits.

But he did not retreat.

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