Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Kyle's gaze was fixed on the location of the underground core server room of Morrick Manor.

This is no longer a server center in the traditional sense.

A faint scent of evil energy permeated the air, and countless streams of dark blue data, like living neural networks, weaved and traversed the walls and ceiling, forming an invisible yet omnipresent 'net'.

At the heart of this data network, a miniature puppet-like evil spirit statue, like a lurking spider, gradually rose to its feet.

The only difference is that it has a tentacle that flashes with data, and although its end is connected to the statue, it seems to be protruding from the void.

It is remotely controlled by a puppet evil spirit.

It was late at night, and the area outside the manor was pitch black and deep.

There was silence.

Suddenly, three faint golden beams of light descended from nowhere, directly tearing apart the stable energy field inside the server room!

The light receded, revealing three angels whose eyes held no trace of human emotion.

A holy aura instantly filled the surroundings, attempting to purify all impurities.

The leading angel held a silver-white weapon that resembled both a dagger and a short sword, resembling metallic wings.

The sword tip pointed directly at the enclosed computer room.

His voice carried an undeniable authority: "You blaspheme against the Creator, using your mortal body to control evil spirits, weaving a web to deceive the masses, and disrupting the order of reality. Today, we will destroy your foundation and purify your filth!"

Before he finished speaking, the silver short sword had already been thrust out.

The speed exceeded the limits of physics. Wherever the sword passed, the iron gate was torn open like tofu, leaving a mark. A layer of netting resembling a data stream suddenly appeared on it.

But even the azure data stream was forcibly evaporated and dispersed, and a white blade of light shot out of the room, heading straight for the most crucial network tentacle of the puppet evil spirit.

However, just as it was about to touch the watch skin—
"Buzz!"

A shadow that seemed to absorb all light suddenly rose from the ground beneath the puppet spirit, as if it had been foreseen.

The shadows, solid as iron, instantly transformed into several tentacles with barbs.

It wrapped around the sword-wielding angel's wrists and body with perfect precision.

The tentacles flowed with eerie, purplish-black data runes, radiating a sinister power that caused the usually invincible light blade to freeze in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

“Heaven’s hand has reached too far,” Wu Heng’s voice rang out calmly.

He had appeared at the entrance of the server room without anyone noticing, half of his figure shrouded in the light and shadow of reality, and the other half blending into the darkness behind him.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips swirling with a faint black evil power.

As the words fell, the shadowy tentacles binding the angel's wrists suddenly deformed, with one part spreading and coalescing upwards like a living thing, transforming into a sharp shadowy thorn.

Accompanied by a chilling killing intent, it was firmly pressed against the throat of the leading angel.

The protective barrier formed by holy light emitted a faint creaking sound, like glass about to shatter, in the face of this complex and transformed evil power.

It behaved even worse than when it had encountered the puppet spirit before.

At the same time, the other two angels, seeing this, immediately changed their target and pounced on the physical server arrays around the server room that were flashing indicator lights, attempting to destroy the guild's foundation from a physical perspective.

But as soon as they made a move, another mutation occurred.

The azure data stream, which had been temporarily suppressed by the angel's pressure, suddenly boiled over as if injected with a violent will.

Countless chaotic fragments of information, pixels, and electronic noise, like a flood bursting its banks, crashed into the core consciousness of the two angels.

This is a full-scale counterattack launched by the 'Internet Addiction' AI manager under Wu Heng's authorization.

The impact of the data stream wasn't physical damage, but it directly interfered with the angels' highly concentrated mental perception and energy manipulation, causing their movements to become sluggish and uncoordinated. This was fatal to them.

A moment of stunned silence was enough for the puppet spirit.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

Two tentacles, like the tails of a venomous scorpion, suddenly stabbed out!

The tentacles pierced precisely through the shoulders of the two angels, emerging from their shoulder blades and severely damaging the nodes that controlled their internal energy flow.

A highly concentrated liquid resembling blood spurted from the wound, causing the two angels to groan in pain. Their holy light dimmed considerably in an instant, the shadows on their wings disappeared, and they lost their ability to move.

The leading angel, witnessing this scene, finally showed a hint of shock and anger in his eyes; the growth of this human was truly terrifying.

They had anticipated Wu Heng's intelligence before they arrived, but his current performance clearly does not match the intelligence.

It tried to break free of its restraints.

"You have no chance in front of me."

Wu Heng's voice remained calm as he gestured with his left hand, seemingly reaching out to grab the chest of the leading angel.

An invisible, chilling force of stripping away acted upon the angel's chest.

It lasted only a moment before a 'snap' was heard, and a heart with a slightly white glow was forcibly severed from the angel's body and fell into Wu Heng's palm.

"Since you want to damage the foundation of my guild, you should leave some 'compensation'." Wu Heng stroked the angel's heart in his hand, which still retained its holy warmth but had been isolated by his power. His tone was calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

Following the same method, Wu Heng obtained four angel hearts.

The server room returned to calm, with only the faint hum of data stream repairs.

Wu Heng looked down at the milky white heart in his hand, a slight smile curving his lips.

"It looks like we'll be adding a few more Angel Potions to the guild's reward list. They'll probably be more popular than Demon Potions."

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away.

"Snapped!"

Sam slammed a heavy book shut, his face showing barely concealed anxiety as he looked at Dean, who was wiping down a Colt revolver.

"The locations of the last two seals have been determined: one is in the abandoned St. Joseph's Church in the west of the city, and the other is deep in the Blackwater Swamp. We must set off immediately; time is running out."

Without further ado, the Winchester brothers immediately jumped into their familiar black Chevrolet Impala, the engine roaring as it tore through the night and sped toward their first target—the abandoned St. Joseph's Church.

For the past few days, Sam and Dean have been hunting various evil spirits and demons.

They are also tracking Lilith's whereabouts and searching for deeper records about Hell.

As a result, they heard a message from one of the demons they had captured, and it was about Lilith.

That means the seal of Apocalypse is about to be completely broken.

The two were surprised that Lilith acted so quickly, and before they knew it, she had opened so many seals, leaving only the last two remaining.

Upon arriving at their destination, the two entered the church.

The church's old doors, seen in the dead of night, resemble a huge, silent skull standing amidst the weeds.

The two carefully pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a gust of foul wind mixed with the smell of sulfur and decay rushed towards them.

The dim candlelight flickered, having been lit as soon as we entered.

The candlelight illuminated dozens of pale eyes shining through the shadows of the benches and behind the broken stained-glass windows. (End of Chapter)