Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"No, what I mean is that I should have a proper talk with it, after all, this is the first formal meeting."

Wu Heng only took a few steps back, but remained in the basement, as if he was worried that the man's stray bullets would graz him, thus clearing space for him to shoot.

And then I just watched as the man kept firing his gun, shooting at the tentacles.

A series of banging sounds rang out.

Randolph, standing at the basement entrance, wore a pained expression, but gritted his teeth and kept firing. Every bullet in his gun was incredibly precious to him, usually reserved for self-defense in critical moments.

Normally, he would never use it if he encountered evil spirits or demons.

At that moment, however, he emptied a whole spool of bullets in one go.

The bullets only corroded the tentacles, creating a pit the size of a jujube, before passing through and hitting the wall.

However, it did not cause significant damage to the tentacles, because this was only the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, the man emptied the magazine.

This action not only failed to cripple it, but also thoroughly alerted the entity inside the lead box.

The air in the basement suddenly became incredibly restless.

Randolph took a step back in shock, his face turning extremely grim: "Too late, it's awake! Fuck, if you don't run now, I'm off, I'm leaving you behind!"

The moment he spoke, the lead box shattered completely, and the basement transformed into a vast, tentacle-filled ocean.

Yes, it is the vast ocean.

219 viscous black tentacles gushed out from the lead box, each tentacle splitting into a three-lobed mouthpart, filled with countless fangs.

It looks like three steel brushes tied together.

Without a doubt, anyone who comes into contact with it will have a large chunk of flesh instantly scraped off their body.

The number of tentacles is exactly the same as the number of the 219 wicked remnants that were once sealed away along with his humanity.

Even more terrifying were the countless human faces floating on the surface of the tentacles—the twisted faces of the evil spirits and monsters hunted by Vidal, rising and falling in the slime, emitting overlapping shrieks:

"Hungry for blood."

At that moment, Randolph reached into his pants and rummaged through a hidden pocket in his lower abdomen.

Then he took out a bullet that was entirely gold in color, with a cross-shaped pattern engraved on the bullet head, creating an effect similar to a dumdum bullet.

He controlled the revolver with one hand, pressing down with his thumb and flicking his index finger to open the cylinder and quickly load the bullets into it. Then he closed the cylinder and aimed at the tentacles that occupied a large area in the center of the basement.

"Back off!" Randolph roared, his eyes locked on the image on the altar. "His target is your body, run!"

"This is your last chance. I've got all the tricks up my sleeve."

The gun was fired while they were talking.

The whole movement is done in one go.

Wu Heng seemed to be stunned at this moment, at least that's how Randolph saw it; he felt ashamed for this generation's family heir.

How could such a coward appear? What's worse, he actually meets the conditions for this sealed old man.

A red mist emerged from the portrait of Vidal and coiled around Wu Heng. The mist took the form of countless blood-sucking vines wrapped around Wu Heng's skin.

I want to dive in.

Wu Heng's fear surged within his veins, suppressed within his body, yet it continued to churn, attempting to sweep away this ignorant force.

“Vessel!” In the portrait, Vidal’s lips stretched to his ears, revealing a cold smile that looked extremely eerie, somewhat like that of a pseudo-human.

Simply put, it has no human expression at all; it's more like a mechanical expression of emotion.

“A perfect vessel for hell.” “So do you still know who you are?” Wuhen suddenly spoke, looking at the photograph in front of him.

"Who am I? Of course I am."

The portrait depicts the face of Vidal Morric. At this point, I suddenly froze.

"I'm."

He couldn't speak anymore.

In his previous understanding, he always believed that he was Vidal Moric, but in a real sense, he had neither the body nor the soul of Vidal Moric.

Its original form is merely a fragment that has been cut out and stored separately.

Moreover, this human nature is now entangled with so many evil thoughts, not only failing to achieve the effect of a white lotus emerging from the mud, but instead becoming completely mixed together.

Vidal Morric initially placed his humanity alongside these evil thoughts that he had tamed.

It is precisely so that human nature can be preserved.

This is a kind of nurturing, also known as the catfish effect.

To keep the sardines alive, transporters often introduce a predatory catfish into the fish, causing them to chase and keep them moving, thus maintaining their vitality.

Human nature can become numb.

That's why Vidal Morric made that arrangement.

It's quite obvious that something unexpected has happened.

"It's really sad."

Wu Heng's voice suddenly became a double noise, mixed together, due to the intermittent changes caused by the unstable characteristics of Satan and the goat-man devil.

It will not have a substantial impact on it.

But to outsiders it would sound strange, like a possessed demon.

Wu Heng suppressed the two traits within his body, and his left eye suddenly transformed into a goat's pupil, which split into six compound eyes.

"You want to extract my power?" Wu Heng suddenly laughed. "Then take it!"

He raised his right arm, and suddenly black ripples appeared on his otherwise ordinary arm, as if it were bleeding or burning.

Wuhen reached out her hand towards the portrait.

The strange tentacles around him, upon seeing Wuhen, actually came to him on their own and immediately made way for him.

The unmarked hand pressed against the portrait, making contact.

"What a sensible little fellow, worthy of being my junior. Rest assured, the Morrick family will continue to prosper."

Vidal let out a wild roar of joy, and the image seemed to continuously flow into the unmarked arm like liquid.

But the next second, he let out a scream!

ah--!

Upon contact with the black rippled image, it seemed as if stung by a scorpion, and immediately darted back, forming the complete image of Vidal Morric.

The arrogance lurking within the black markings instantly corrupted Vidal's resentment.

The portrait of Vidal Moric is filled with a piercing scream; his face is melting like a candle, revealing the writhing flesh beneath.

"What did you do?!" Randolph stared in shock at the black stripes.

They coalesced into gray chains on the surface of the portrait, continuously drilling back into Vidal's body. (End of Chapter)