Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The six metal limbs moved with astonishing frequency and coordination, each push leaving deep cracks in the ground.

At the moment of launch, it even triggered a low sonic boom. Then, as the speed soared to its limit, the sound of air being torn apart disappeared, leaving only the low whistling of an object tearing through the air at high speed.

The desolate, distorted hellish landscape around them began to recede rapidly, with lava rivers, bone mountains, and withered forests of torment turning into blurry patches of color.

Inside the protective chamber, Wu Heng continuously analyzed the fundamental energy components permeating the air that constituted the unique rules of hell.

At the same time, a tiny, almost imperceptible 'trait' closely connected to his origin was silently separated out, like the finest spores, quietly mixing into these analyzed energy particles, and being scattered along the path as the evil puppet ran wildly.

These marked energy particles will drift away with the inherent energy flow of Hell.

They might be accidentally sucked in by a low-level demon, attach themselves to a floating fragment of resentment, or condense into inconspicuous dust on their own.

But at some point in the future, when Wu Heng needs it, with just a specific signal, these scattered 'spores' will quickly converge and combine into a hidden beacon that only he can recognize and activate.

After running at full speed for about half an hour, the evil puppet suddenly came to a stop, its six metal limbs carving deep trenches in the ground.

Ahead, a 'mountain' made up of countless twisted skeletons blocked their way.

No, that's not a mountain, that's a living thing!
It slowly stood up, its size reaching the height of a three-story building.

Its appearance is indescribable, as if it were randomly pieced together from the limbs and broken arms of countless hellish creatures. Its main body resembles a bloated giant ape, but its back is covered with huge venomous hooks like scorpions, and its arms are sharp bone blades like mantises. Its body is covered with thick, rotting flesh that flows with slime, exuding an aura of death and destruction that is more primal and pure than that of a demon.

Hell is abhorrent.

A war monster born naturally in hell, created for slaughter.

They have no reason, only the instinct to destroy all living things. Even demons will avoid them, just as humans avoid a mad tiger that has gone out of control in the mountains. There is no need to provoke them, and they are extremely difficult to kill completely.

But at this moment, Wu Heng clearly sensed from the chaotic and enormous life essence of this hellish abomination the last bit of energy needed to fill his test tube, which was also the most crucial.

We can't delay any longer; we must finish this quickly!

Without any hesitation, the protective pod opened instantly, and Wu Heng's figure reappeared on the puppet's shoulder.

Driven by his will, the evil spirit puppet instantly entered its strongest battle state, its six limbs exerting force, like a cannonball launched from a gun, fiercely pouncing towards the enormous hellish abomination.

The battle breaks out instantly!

The hellish abomination roared deafeningly, brandishing its mantis bone blade and slashing down fiercely, while the scorpion tail hook on its back shot out like lightning.

The evil puppet, with its extreme speed and sharpness, engaged in a dangerous struggle with the demon. Tentacles collided with bone blades, sparking dazzling flames; poisonous hooks pierced the puppet's metal shell, leaving deep dents and traces of corrosion.

This is a clash of power and savagery.

In the end, wisdom prevailed. The evil puppet seized an opportunity, its tentacles tightly binding one of the abomination's arms and scorpion tail, while the other sharpest spear-tipped tentacles, like drills, pierced into the abomination's chest, into the pulsating energy source formed from countless cores of resentment.

*Pfft!* With a muffled thud like a balloon bursting, the chaotic yet powerful energy source was forcibly ripped out. The abomination's massive body instantly stiffened, then collapsed as if it had lost all support, turning into a veritable mountain of corpses.

Just as the energy source was stripped away, the test tube on Wu Heng's shoulder seemed to sense the last bit of nourishment and emitted a strong suction force, quickly swallowing the energy source!
hum!
The test tube jolted violently, and the nearly overflowing liquid inside suddenly contracted, solidified, and crystallized!
In the end, it transformed into a rhomboid crystal core about the size of a thumb, completely black, refracting a dim light. A chilling wave, as if it could distort the rules, faintly emanated from within the crystal core.

Wu Heng grabbed the crystal core in his hand, feeling the immense and strange power contained within it, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He swiftly jumped off the puppet's shoulder and, using the evil spirit puppet's power, quickly arranged and fixed the enormous remains of the hellish abomination according to an ancient and blasphemous array.

He then stood at the core of the array and injected a pure stream of evil spiritual power into it. At the same time, a spiritual thought containing specific coordinates and a request for help was compressed into an invisible signal and sent through this temporarily constructed spell array, overcoming the barriers of space, to a specific contact.

Meanwhile, in the real world, inside a motel.

Dean and Sam were working together to figure out how to resolve John's spiritual problems when a barely perceptible ripple suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Death Butler, who had always been sitting in the shadows, his eyes as still and empty as an ancient well.

In its field of vision, it seemed to reflect a bloody hellish scene, as well as an encrypted message woven from countless writhing flesh and bizarre symbols.

The butler, who had been standing motionless in the shadows like a statue, suddenly stepped out, an unusual move that immediately alerted Dean and Sam.

"Mr. Butler?" Sam asked, puzzled.

However, Death Butler did not answer. Its figure flashed like a ghost and instantly appeared behind Dean and Sam. Alarm bells rang in their hearts, and they instinctively drew their guns to fight back!

But the butler was faster.

Two withered, cold hands were already placed on their heads.

"Uh!"

Both of them simultaneously felt a wave of dizziness in their brains, as if something had been forcibly stuffed into them, followed by the distress message from Wu Heng, which was immediately imprinted in their consciousness.

"Location required for summoning. Hell coordinates have been marked. Real-world anchor point and summoning guidance are required."

The message also included a simple method for setting up a dark summoning circle and the required 'materials'.

As the pain subsided, Dean and Sam exchanged a sharp glance, both seeing shock and determination in each other's eyes.

“Lor needs our help!” Dean said in a deep voice.

"The message said it requires a recently deceased corpse whose resentment hasn't dissipated as a summoning medium, as well as a specific array." Sam quickly recalled the message.

"Let's go to the nearest hospital morgue!" Dean decided immediately. They looked at the Grim Reaper's butler, whose eyes had returned to their usual calm state, "Butler, please take us there and... 'collect' the necessary materials."

The Grim Reaper's butler, his expression completely blank, approached the two. (End of Chapter)