Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The middle-aged man at this moment was the same; he only believed in Lucifer, and even though the goat-man demon was very strong, he was still a heretic to him.

As for heretics, especially those powerful individuals who blaspheme against one's own faith, even those who seek to expel it and become enemies of one's own beliefs, no matter how powerful they are, middle-aged people will never tolerate them.

He slammed the white bone banner, which he had been holding in his left hand, into the ground.

The flag pierced through his right foot, pinning the sole to the ground. Instantly, his blood flowed onto the earth, being absorbed by the soil.

Within a radius of one mile, a wall of blazing white flames suddenly appeared out of thin air, spreading outwards to form a huge circle that completely enveloped the area within that radius.

The white flames rose dozens of meters high, resembling a giant barrier.

Before I knew it, the dark clouds in the sky had been completely dispersed.

The sun was directly overhead at this ball of fire, its scorching rays shining down relentlessly, turning the earth white as if it were covered in a layer of snow, yet it remained intensely hot.

Even the air seemed to be ablaze with white flames.

"You should stop with your childish tricks. This weapon is far too powerful for you; it's not something you can handle with your strength. It's like a child wielding a knife. It's time to hand it over." The goat-man demon pointed slightly towards the sky.

Countless black lines emerged from its back and shot into the sky.

In an instant, a large number of dark clouds formed in the sky, completely obscuring the sun once again, while emitting a sound like wolves howling and ghosts wailing.

Upon closer inspection, these were not dark clouds at all, but rather a cluster of evil demons, their arms twisted and intertwined, their bodies twisted and stretched into a woven pattern, even knotted together.

You are connected to me, and I am connected to it, like a woven mat of evil spirits, with twisted bodies and faces floating in mid-air, forming a large, eerie shape.

It can certainly be called a ghost cloud.

For the goat-man demon of today, the one thing it has no shortage of is souls.

With so many souls in hand, and these cursed souls, after a little refinement, could become the best material to bear its power.

In the past, it had never been so extravagant, always having to use its inherent power instead of squandering its soul so easily and casually as it does now. The difference is huge.

Just like in the past, when you needed to get to a place, you had to walk on your own two legs.

But now it only needs a light touch of the accelerator for the car to take it there; these souls are the car to it, freeing it from its constraints.

Faced with the sky full of blazing white flames, let these evil spirits handle it; for it, it's just a matter of waving its hand.

The flames couldn't touch it at all, and posed no threat to it whatsoever.

To get close to it, one must first break through the barrier of countless souls and completely burn them away. However, things are not that simple, because in the central area of ​​the cloud of evil spirits, a large number of innocent souls have actually been mixed in by the goat people.

Those souls were all kind-hearted people.

The white flame in the middle-aged man's hand represents the holy power Lucifer possessed before his fall, primarily used to eliminate evil.

If the other party truly intended to purify the countless innocent souls within the ghostly clouds, even those with perfectly good character, it would undoubtedly pollute the flame. If its power still had an owner, it wouldn't matter, but it is currently an unowned power, existing only because of its inherent characteristics.

This pollution, which destroys innocent souls, is enough to destroy the sacred qualities inherent in the white flames themselves.

It might even be transformed into the power of the goat-man demon under heavy pollution. It still needs a lot of energy to replenish itself. Although it looks down on this hypocritical holy power, when people are hungry, they will eat anything. This ownerless power can at least be used as food to slightly replenish itself.

The white flames, which the middle-aged man considered to be no weaker than the goat-man demon, were easily neutralized in an instant.

"That's it. This time it's completely over." The goat-man devil uttered what he thought was an elegant, strange tone, somewhat like the howling of a whistling wind.

It stretched out its devilish claws to grab the middle-aged man. This time, it wanted to crush him into mincemeat and devour him whole, giving him absolutely no chance of survival.

"No, it's not over yet." A feather-shaped mark suddenly flashed across the middle-aged man's brow, and then his head turned 180 degrees, revealing a refined and elegant face.

It seemed completely mismatched with its body, yet it possessed an undeniable and terrifying aura.

"Lucifer, how dare you show your face!"

"It's just a fragment of will. It seems you really think the previous losses weren't big enough. You're not satisfied with destroying one clone? This will will probably have to pay a heavy price to come into reality. Do you want to lose it again?" The goat-man demon said this, but its hands were not slow at all.

With a wave of his hand, a cursed aggregate resembling a mountain of flesh appeared on the spot.

It looks like a seven-meter-tall, obese demon, but its body is formed from countless piled-up babies.

Beneath the skin, small, fist-sized, head-shaped bumps swelled up, wriggling against the skin and emitting childlike laughter. A small head emerged from the shoulder.

Upon seeing this head, Lucifer's face remained unchanged, still utterly calm, but his body couldn't help but tremble—a tremor emanating from the middle-aged man's will.

Because the soul on that head is his child.

“Childish game.” Lucifer waved his hand, and a blazing white flame, like a dazzling flower, landed on the disgusting aggregate of curses, instantly igniting it, including the infant soul on its shoulder.

Now that it has taken over the believer's body, the will of the middle-aged man is naturally irrelevant to it.

It is also impossible for him to forcibly regain control of his body.

"How amusing, is this how you treat your followers?" Amidst the mocking laughter of the goat-man demon, the ignited, disgusting aggregate of souls suddenly exploded, transforming into a torrent of black energy. The goat-man demon's head loomed in front of it, carrying an incredibly complex and terrifying curse as it charged toward the middle-aged man's body amidst its savage laughter.

"What you have come here is merely a fragment of will. Even if it carries the power of the past, you have already abandoned it and it no longer belongs to you. You are not much stronger than your previous clone. What gives you the right to be so arrogant in front of me? What gives you the right?"

"Of course, it's not just these!" As Lucifer spoke, the stone-like substance that Wu Heng had sealed earlier exploded at this moment. At its center, a ball of red light about one meter in diameter appeared, constantly entwined, like a strange red ball of light that had been reflected and clustered together after laser light was deflected.

The goat-man devil's arrogant smile vanished instantly.

"This is..." (End of Chapter)