Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

That was the mutated humanity he had cut off, yet it was completely different, but the differences were also quite strange.

It was as if it were dominated by something more terrifying and absolute.

"Get out of here... you lowly shards...!"

Vidal's corpse roared in fury, and the filthy power rose once more, transforming into a gigantic, rotting claw made of grave soil and bones, which viciously clawed at the dark silhouette within the door.

The massive, metallic shadow in the darkness moved.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a metallic black light that moved faster than sight could perceive.

A giant tentacle wrapped in metallic runes, like a long-dormant venomous dragon, cleaved vertically down from the darkness within the door.

The three-lobed mouthparts at the tip of the tentacle gleamed with a cold metallic light, like the iron arm of a tower crane pulling down at lightning speed, precisely meeting the rotting giant claw.

puff!

There was no loud collision sound, only the tooth-grinding sound of corrosion and melting.

It was like being smashed into a pile of mud.

The giant claw, made of grave soil and bones, was as fragile as ice and snow under the scorching sun in the face of the tentacles that seemed to be solidified metal.

The tentacle mouthparts are comparable to the most efficient shredder, instantly crushing and swallowing the front end of the giant claw.

The filthy energy was greedily absorbed and transformed by the incantations on the surface of the tentacles, becoming nourishment for the puppet's evil spirit.

"Ugh--!"

Vidal's corpse suffered a backlash, staggering back a step. The half-petrified tentacle embedded in his chest trembled violently, emitting even more black smoke.

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on its rotting face.

It's really difficult for a corpse to make such an expression.

The massive body of the evil spirit puppet slowly emerged fully from the darkness within the door.

Its head, formed by metal chains solidified into one, stared at the horrified, rotting, inhuman ugliness of Vidal's corpse.

There was no anger, no mockery, only an absolute, cold indifference, as if looking down on ants.

It took a step forward, its heavy body landing silently, yet the foundation of the entire villa seemed to tremble as it did so.

It lowered its head slightly, its head filled with a sense of oppression, as if scrutinizing the "ancestor" who had crawled out of the grave beneath its feet.

Vidal's corpse roared furiously, black smoke billowed around it, and countless tiny black maggots made of resentment crawled out from its rotting flesh, surging towards the puppet spirit like a tidal wave.

This was its final act of madness.

Using its own decaying body as a nest, it releases the repression and hatred accumulated over two hundred years, hatred stemming from the abandonment and burial of its physical body.

The evil spirit puppet remained completely unfazed by the disgusting swarm of insects.

A surge of energy emanated from the black crystal within his chest cavity, and evil power instantly filled his body.

Buzz--!

A visible gray ripple spread out instantly from the puppet spirit.

Where the ripples swept, time seemed to slow down.

The swarming maggots of resentment, as if trapped in an invisible swamp, became incredibly slow and sluggish.

Immediately afterwards, fine gray ice crystals began to appear on their tiny bodies. The ice crystals spread and thickened rapidly, freezing the surging swarm of insects into patches of gray-white, ever-expanding ice sculptures in the blink of an eye.

It looked as if maggots and hail were falling from the ground.

Wu Heng precisely controlled the power within the puppet's shadowy form, transforming it into a silent tide that froze souls. Vidal's roar abruptly ceased, and its movements became incredibly stiff and slow, as if burdened by an immense weight.

For the first time, the enormous, cold, and invincible figure of the puppet evil spirit was clearly reflected in its pale pupils, as well as its own frozen expression of horror reflected on the surface of the chains on its oppressive metal head.

The puppet evil spirit slowly raised a giant arm made of countless intertwined tentacles.

At the front of the giant arm, the tips of several of the thickest tentacles began to deform, elongate, and shape, eventually coalescing into an enormous black hammer wrapped in incantations.

The hammerhead emitted a black mist, which was composed of condensed resentment.

The fluctuations it emitted made Randolph feel suffocated, and even Hannah's soul seemed to show signs of instability.

The giant hammer was raised and aimed at Vidal's frozen corpse below, which looked like an insect in amber.

On Vidal's rotting face, the expression of fear was completely frozen.

The giant arm swung down.

There was no wind, no loud noise, only a low 'plop' sound that seemed to resonate within Randolph and Hannah's hearts.

Hammerhead gazed at the patches of darkness that seemed capable of swallowing everything, which fell like a curtain, utterly crushing Vidal's corpse, along with all its resentment, ambition, and unwillingness.

The black mist dissipated, leaving the area in front of the villa empty.

There were no corpses, no ashes, not even a trace of the place that had ever existed; everything had been completely erased.

Only the massive, cold body of the puppet evil spirit stood silently, its metallic head gazing quietly at the cold moonlight and the deathly silent courtyard.

Deep inside the villa, a pale hand lifted a corner of the heavy curtains in the main room.

Wu Heng stood behind the window, calmly looking down at the courtyard where the "cleaning" had just ended.

Moonlight streamed through the glass, casting cold, hard lines on his face. The newly born puppet spirit, like the most loyal black mountain, stood silently in the moonlight, its head turned towards its master, bowed slightly, its posture submissive, like a servant.

“The intensity is pretty good.”

"It truly is the power that our ancestors honed over a century."

Behind Wu Heng, Hannah's spirit held the heavy Demon Hunter's Diary, her illusory figure trembling slightly in the dim light of the study.

Through the surveillance camera, she saw the terrifying creation at the villa entrance that easily erased Vidal's last trace, and then looked at the back of the young patriarch who controlled everything by the window, her eyes filled with extreme complexity.

Fear, awe, and a lingering sadness all eventually turned into a profound sense of bewilderment.

What will become of the Morrick family because of this young man?
Nobody knows.

Wu Heng lowered the curtains, shutting out the moonlight and the courtyard. He turned and walked towards the large, black piano-lacquered desk, his fingers brushing across the cool surface.

“From this day forward,” his voice echoed in the silent study, carrying an undeniable authority and clearly reaching Hannah’s consciousness, “the curse of the Morrick family is completely ended, and we are to re-enter the demon-hunting world.”

“The representative power of the family is me, Lor Morrick, your patriarch, your ‘puppet master’.”

He pulled out the heavy, carved chair, sat down, and sank into the soft leather backrest.

A light tap of the fingertip on the smooth tabletop.

hum!
The study lights went out instantly, only to be precisely turned back on by some unseen force.

The heavy curtains closed completely and silently.

With a soft pop, a ball of pale blue flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace, flickering with a cold light.

Everything within the Morrick family seemed to be responding to Wu Heng, praising him. (End of Chapter)