Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Randolph".

Wu Heng suddenly turned his head to look at the paralyzed guy at the basement entrance.

"Yes, yes, I'm here." Randolph, who was suddenly called out, struggled to stand up, but his legs were too weak to obey him.

Having been impacted by the previous shock, he now harbors immense fear of Wu Heng.

"According to the family's memories, your body also seemed to meet the requirements of the ritual. However, at the last moment, you discovered the secret and not only betrayed the family, but also changed your name to Cleaner and eliminated some young people in the family who wanted to get involved in the ritual."

Wu Heng's gaze fell on the wound on his shoulder.

"The power of the Moric family bloodline flowing through your veins is a perfect sacrifice at this moment."

"Ah—!" Randolph's face turned deathly pale instantly. "No, Lord Lor, I just don't want my family to be destroyed. I can serve you. This ritual is evil. Spare me!"

At this point, he even suspected that Wu Heng had been possessed by Vidal.

"unnecessary."

Wu Heng interrupted his conversation and pointed to the wound on his shoulder.

puff!

Instantly, a spurt of blood shot out from Randolph's shoulder, precisely guided by an invisible hand to the core of the evil spirit imprisoned by the chain patterns.

"what!"

Randolph immediately let out a piercing scream.

He hugged his shoulders. His gaze began to unfocus.

"I don't want to die, save me, Grandma Hannah, please plead for me." He weakly looked at Hannah's soul, which was floating beside him, its spirit clear and pure.

As Randolph's blood merged into the core surface, the pained faces of the family members gradually blurred, their various twisted angles fusing together.

It was as if mourning the end of a bloodline, and as if offering a final hymn to the power of new life.

Until they completely disintegrated into a mass and vanished within the core of the heart.

The core stabilized completely, transforming into a deep, black crystal that seemed capable of swallowing all light, and the chain-like patterns formed a fixed design on its surface.

It floats quietly in mid-air, and you can vaguely see a miniature giant outline formed by countless tentacles coiled around its core.

Its distorted face, with its eyes closed, lay there silently, radiating a chilling coldness and fear.

"Lor." Hannah's spirit couldn't help but speak up, cautiously trying to plead for Randolph.

Wu Heng glanced at Randolph, who looked like he was about to die.

"What are you howling about? I'm just borrowing some of your blood. Why are you looking like you're about to die?"

"Weren't you so powerful just now? Did you try to shoot me to death?"

These words left Randolph, who was pale and feeling his body weakening and sinking into darkness, frozen in place.

He suddenly realized that his body was not continuing to weaken.

The feeling of impending death he had just experienced seemed to be merely a subconscious perception.

The wailing stopped instantly.

This pain was nothing to him; having dealt with all sorts of evil spirits and malevolent acts for years, he didn't care about such things.

Even before that, he was not afraid of death.

However, the fear of this ritual in the family basement left him with psychological trauma from a young age.

Moreover, now that the source is about to be eliminated, but he himself is about to die, it is a feeling of helplessness and resentment, coupled with the resurfacing of various childhood shadows, and the lack of peace after being shocked just now.

That's what caused him to lose his temper.

After his near-consciousness faded, he sat up abruptly. He discovered that his shoulder was indeed injured. But that was all. "Uh, thank you, thank you, Lo. Loel!" he tentatively called out Wu Heng's name.

According to his generation, he should be considered Wu Heng's uncle.

With a relieved expression on his face, he immediately understood why Wu Heng had scared him like that.

Because people realized that he had been planning to shoot the other party if things went wrong.

Wu Heng ignored him.

Instead, he faced the black crystal in front of him, reached out and grabbed it, then stuffed it into his chest.

He muttered, "With the bloodline of the Morrick family as the guide, with the resentment of two hundred and nineteen evil spirits as the bones, and with arrogance and hypocrisy as the soul, awaken, evil spirit puppet of the Morrick family!"

Boom!

The entire basement shook violently.

The ancient, dark red incantations on the wall, like a lit fuse, instantly blazed with a blinding blood-red light.

Numerous engravings twisted and extended wildly, like living blood vessels, converging from all directions into the shadow beneath Wu Heng's feet.

The shadow seemed to be boiling, like a pool of black mud, which actually rose up from the ground and became substantial.

In an instant, a massive shadowy silhouette, almost piercing through the basement, rose from it, the black solidifying into a bloody, pale form.

It was the same form of the evil giant from before!
But now it is completely different.

Its body was no longer composed of chaotic gray mist and writhing eyeballs, but rather of more condensed, chain-like, metallic-looking black tentacles.

These tentacles intertwine and twist, forming the texture of muscles and bones.

Its head has no facial features, only a mass of black metal that looks like a bunch of centipedes huddled together.

Chains, tentacles, and iron hooks that exude an aura of slaughter.

A terrifying pressure, a mixture of evil, hunting, killing intent, and arrogance, spread out like a tangible tide.

Hannah's soul was forced to retreat repeatedly by this oppressive force, her face filled with horror.

The aura emanating from the giant felt both familiar and strange to her; it was the darkness sealed away during the previous ritual, but even more powerful.

Its pure, soul-freezing coldness was almost like the sublimation of Randolph's divinity.

"The ceremony, which lasted for more than 200 years, has finally come to a successful conclusion."

"This is what our 'ancestors' nurtured!"

"Randolph's divinity, distorted and combined with his equally cold 'humanity,' has achieved a sublimation of will, resulting in an absolutely twisted evil spirit puppet."

"My soul is the master, absolute control and obedience."

"This will be the core strength of the Morrick family."

Wu Heng looked at the newly formed puppet giant in front of him as if he were looking at a work of art.

Having just arrived in this story world, under the watchful eye of God, he needed some power that could suit the current world, and this powerful evil spirit puppet was the perfect fit.

"Lohr, that old guy has been eliminated?" Randolph looked at the puppet in the basement in shock and asked again as if to confirm.

"He was eliminated long ago; he was eliminated by himself."

"I merely accepted a portion of the power bestowed upon me by my family," Wu Heng said, turning his head slightly.

The terrifying evil spirit puppet beside him, like his shadow, turned its head slightly to stare at Randolph, while Wu Heng's feet had lost their shadow.

This evil spirit puppet is his shadow. (End of Chapter)