Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Seeing how hard it's struggling, I'll just add a little something extra."

Wu Heng took out his arm.

At this moment, Vidal Morric's true form, which was inside the lead box, finally appeared in its entirety.

The entire lead box shattered, and a giant formed from countless wisps of gray mist appeared in the center of the basement, its body surface inlaid with 219 rotating evil spirit eyeballs.

There was a cavity in its chest cavity, inside which a blurry female figure was curled up.

"Brother...no!" The shadow curled up in the evil spirit's chest murmured as if crying. Judging from her address, it should be the remnant soul of Hannah.

Accompanied by her pitiful cries, all the giant's tentacles suddenly changed direction and rained down on the image on the altar!
"No, I am Vidal!" Vidal screamed, his voice filled with genuine fear.

The portrait erupted with red mist in resistance, but the faces of generations of the Morrick family continued to emerge on the surface of its tentacles. Those descendants whose life force had been drained became the backlash poison that corrupted the portrait.

These souls continuously merged into the red mist, gradually diluting its color until it turned gray.

The instant the tentacle pierced through the portrait, dark red lines suddenly lit up the runic walls of the basement.
Two hundred miles away, the Morrick family cemetery.

Vidal's tombstone cracked open, and a pale, decaying hand suddenly reached out from the ground.

Amidst the churning earth, a man dressed in 18th-century hunting attire crawled out of the grave, his feet sprouting fleshy tendrils like tree roots.

Half of a petrified tentacle was still stuck in his chest.

It kept trying to pull its feet out of the pit, arbitrarily breaking off the roots. Black sap flowed from the broken ends, emitting a pungent smell.

“There it is, it’s out.” Vidal tore off a tentacle, and after a moment of bleeding, it stopped flowing, with only black smoke billowing out.

Ignoring the state of his wounds, he looked toward the mansion with pupils that resembled those of someone with cataracts. No scenery was reflected in his pupils, making one wonder if he even possessed sight.

Vidal is no longer human.

When the ritual was completed, his divine nature was distorted and transformed into some kind of evil spirit.

The so-called patronage family is nothing more than a means to obtain continuous sustenance, and Lor Morric is the perfect host he has been waiting for for a hundred years, a living vessel that can simultaneously bear twisted divinity and humanity and can combine them into one.

“It’s time, I’m coming.” Vidal’s corpse walked stiffly toward the villa.

Passersby who saw this strange scene simply moved aside slightly and did not pay any attention to it.

They just thought they had encountered another poisoner.

These addicts, twisted like corpses, are not unusual to them; it wouldn't be surprising if they died in the street.

The basement was in utter chaos.

This evil spirit, which had solidified into the shape of a ferocious giant, swelled to the ceiling after devouring the portrait, and its two hundred and nineteen pale white eyeballs locked onto Wu Heng at the same time.

Randolph's soul was being bitten by the fanged faces on the tentacles, which were frantically sucking at him.

“It wants the Morric bloodline!” Randolph turned slightly to the side, assuming a posture as if he were about to flee. “If I were you, I would rather choose death right now than be parasitized by it!”

Before she could finish speaking, Hannah's shadow in the evil spirit's chest suddenly raised her head, and a sliver of clarity returned to her eyes on her demonic face: "Descendants of the family, run!"

The instant she finished speaking, her eyes turned completely black, black veins appeared on her face, and the eyes of all the evil spirits on her tentacles instantly became bloodshot.

The evil spirit abandoned its attempt to devour Randolph's soul and instead formed a giant net with its tentacles to envelop Wu Heng. It wanted to prioritize devouring the last direct bloodline!
It has the advantage of integration.

This stems from Randolph's struggle and devouring of divinity and humanity. He once thought things were too simple, believing that he would first sever humanity, then awaken as a god, use divinity to rule the power, and then reunite humanity.

When the two are combined, he remains himself, able to maintain his most essential personality and ensure that he belongs to himself from beginning to end.

But he overlooked one point: people can change.

Even the humanity he has severed is constantly changing; as time goes by, humanity can become cold and ruthless.

After 200 years of transformation.

Even with the lingering evil spirits that create a catfish effect, the lack of a soul to nourish humanity has made him no different from the so-called 'divinity'—utterly cold, bizarre, and devoid of humanity.

The two that appeared in the basement at this moment were exactly the same, both so cold and ruthless, like a block of ice.

Those memories once stored in humanity—family affection, love—all seem so naive, weak, and foolish in the eyes of today's distorted humanity. Humanity has become an evil spirit.

Even the 'divinity' that occupies the soul within the picture frame merges with the 'humanity' within the lead box.

Vidal Moric is no longer himself!
Madness, distortion.

It was destined from the very beginning of the ritual that it would be a twisted creature.

They have lost everything.

Faced with the attack of the distorted and evil spirits of humanity, Wu Heng did not retreat but advanced.

The moment the tentacles closed, the black markings on his right hand erupted like waves, and a power surged forth from Satan's arrogant nature.

Hiss—!

The tentacles were like a fragile spider web, with a tear in them.

Wu Heng went straight to the evil spirit's chest cavity, placing his palm on the location of Hannah's phantom. He immediately felt a sensation in his palm; there was no physical body there, only icy resentment.

But he sensed something deeper, a wisp of imprisoned spiritual power.

"I see." Wu Heng, Hannah didn't die of illness at all. She was a medium who was sacrificed, and she was also someone who conformed to Vidal's ritual.

When Vidal cut away humanity, he deliberately sealed his sister's soul in a lead box to neutralize the pollution of resentment.

"I'll return the kindness you showed by using your last bit of reason to offer this reminder!" Wu Heng's fingertips pierced the illusory image, and he reached out and pulled it out.

The arrogant traits corrupted Hannah's soul in reverse, causing the evil spirit to let out a deafening scream, and all its eyeballs burst, spewing black pus and blood!

At the same time, Hannah was also pulled out of her chest cavity, and her soul became clear.

"A plan that has been prepared for hundreds of years is still a pity if it fails."

"Your pursuit of power is touching, but unfortunately it was destined to be a wrong choice from the beginning. However, since things have come to this point, I will correct it."

"Let me help you get the ceremony back on track."

"Of course, Vidal Moric can no longer exist. Thank you for your contribution. From now on, there will only be Lor Moric!"

Wu Heng, in the body of Lor Morrick, spoke. (End of Chapter)