Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"boom--!!"

The roller shutter metal door was smashed open by a tremendous force, flying off the hinges and crashing to the ground in a twisted and deformed manner. Dean rushed in first, and the ordinary hunting knife in his hand was now surrounded by a barely perceptible layer of warm air.

Although it looks ordinary, it contains power that can touch the soul and kill ordinary demons.

Sam followed closely behind, his pump-action shotgun pointed sharply at the altar.

Wu Heng appeared silently in the smoke and dust at the entrance, the hem of his black trench coat fluttering slightly. His gaze swept over the bloody hell inside the factory, finally settling on the three white-eyed demons and the priest's corpse that was fluctuating abnormally at the center of the magic circle.

Good evening, you disgusting guys.

Dean roared, his voice hoarse with rage, "Your midnight slaughter party is over!"

The sacrifices continued.

The cultists carrying out the executions paid no heed to the arrival of the three men.

The crimson light on the altar flickered violently and erratically.

The priest, who had just crushed the test tube, had his throat slit, and was being pushed into the energy black hole by the young demon, was now convulsing even more violently. The waste material in the broken test tube, containing the stripped will of the angels and the power of the rules, reacted with his dying soul.

The priest's piety was ignited, becoming fuel that caused the contents of the test tube to rapidly fuse with the priest himself.

The deep hole in the center of the altar resembled the gaping maw of hell.

The chilling wails of the ghosts and the stench of sulfur, like tangible black currents, continuously gushed forth, assaulting the nerves of every living being present. The cultists around them formed a circle and frantically prostrated themselves in worship.

The cultists responsible for carrying out the executions slowly pressed daggers to their own necks; this was their final step—to execute themselves.

The priest, with his throat slit and hanging upside down, fell into the dark abyss.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

A soft yet resolute milky-white light suddenly burst forth from the priest's wide-open mouth, which was filled with shards of glass and blood. This light was completely out of place with the evil aura surrounding him, like a white lotus rising from the mud.

At the same time, a surge of pure, unadulterated anger, not belonging to the priest, forcefully entered his mind, igniting his fervent faith in the apocalypse and turning it into fuel.

His own insignificance and fear instantly suppressed his will to the deepest corner of his consciousness.

The white energy rapidly merged with his body.

The priest's perspective remained; he could see and hear, but he had completely lost control of his body, like a prisoner trapped inside his own shell.

This consciousness seemed incomplete, so it did not completely deprive him of his five senses.

He could feel the fragmented consciousness occupying his body rapidly scanning the surrounding bloody altar, fanatical cultists, and the three malevolent white-eyed demons through his eyes, before finally looking down at the deep cave filled with madness and darkness beneath his feet.

The pastor's body was in a state of weightlessness.

"Roar--!"

From the depths of the black hole came even more excited and frenzied howls, displaying an extreme thirst for and blasphemous desire for this suddenly appearing sacred offering. The angry consciousness possessing the priest's body seemed to understand its predicament.

It manipulated the priest's originally weak arm, unleashing an abnormal power, and suddenly stretched upwards, its ten fingers like iron hooks, gripping the scorching, sulfur-crystal-covered cave wall at the edge of the deep cave!

"Sizzle--!"

Fingers rubbed against the cave wall, making a teeth-grinding sound and splattering black, damp scratches.

His fragile fingernails snapped off instantly, and his finger bones cracked under the immense force of the fall. Blood instantly stained the scratches, but this desperate struggle only slowed his descent; his body continued to slide slowly into the darkness.

The three white-eyed demons at the cave entrance were stunned by this sudden turn of events; for the first time, a clear look of astonishment appeared in their empty white eyes.

Even the whites of his eyes seemed to have congealed.

"What...what's going on?!" The burly demon stiffly turned his head to look at the young demon in the lead. "How can he have the power of an angel within him?"

The young demon's face was grim. He stared at the struggling priest, sensing the light that was so incongruous with hell, and then a sinister smile appeared on his lips: "I don't know, but although this power is incomplete, its quality is quite good!"

A glint of fanaticism suddenly flashed in its eyes: "For breaking the seal, a sacrifice containing the will of an angel is more effective than the souls of a thousand mortals. This is a good thing."

If opening a seal requires a specific human soul as a key, then the soul of an angel is like a universal key, requiring no further selection and perfectly capable of fulfilling the requirements for opening any seal.

Of course, except for the last seal!
They never thought they could capture a real angel; that would be an almost impossible task, since angels and demons both come to the human world through possession.

Their souls are protected by their respective factions, and when they encounter danger, they can freely discard the body they are attached to and return on their own.

But this one in front of me seems to have been delivered right to my door, so I might as well take it.

Just then, the fragmented consciousness occupying the priest's body seemed to realize that the desperate situation this broken body was in was irreversible.

It no longer tried to climb, but instead concentrated all the remaining sacred energy from that test tube "waste," mixed with the priest's last bit of life force, and suddenly burst out from the top of the priest's head!
Even though Wu Heng plundered some of it, it didn't do that.

Because it believed that a human could do nothing to it, but now it was facing a demon. For such a proud and holy creature, it would rather die than fall into the hands of a demon and be desecrated by it.

Then the main body involved will be severely punished.

Therefore, this is its only option.

This was also the choice Wu Heng set for it.

A condensed, milky-white light signal, like a reversed meteor, ignored the factory roof, shot into the sky in an instant, merged into nothingness, and disappeared.

When the energy was depleted, the angry consciousness also dissipated.

The white light in the priest's eyes faded, replaced by his original fear and despair. He let out a final, silent, hoarse breath, his fingers loosened weakly, and his body was completely swallowed by the darkness of the deep cave.

Just as the priest was being devoured—
hum!
The air inside the entire factory seemed to freeze!
An indescribable, invisible aura suddenly pressed down from the void, causing everyone's heart to clench as if gripped and squeezed by an icy hand. (End of Chapter)