Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Damn it, we've been ambushed!"

Dean reacted with lightning speed, instantly drawing his dual pistols. Silver-plated bullets whistled out, sending the first skinner that pounced at him flying.

Sam immediately activated the growing demonic power within him, his eyes flashing with ominous black lines. A powerful shockwave emanated from him, temporarily repelling several low-level demons that attacked from the side.

But there are too many demons!
They were clearly well-prepared, and their offensive was like a tidal wave, fearless and ruthless.

Dean's bullets imbued with holy power were quickly exhausted, and Sam's demonic power was also showing signs of exhaustion under the intense consumption, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Back off!"

At the critical moment, a deep and familiar voice rang out.

A flash of white light appeared, and Castio, wielding the Angel Blade, descended suddenly like lightning cleaving through the darkness.

In the flash of sword light, several demons at the forefront were reduced to ashes before they could even scream.

With his addition, the pressure was greatly reduced.

Dean and Sam perked up and formed a small triangular defensive formation with Castio back to back.

Dean's dual pistols spewed flames, their 'salt bullets' imbued with holy power, dealing double the damage, much like the 'armor penetration' and 'lethal' attributes added to a game.

He precisely targeted the demon that was trying to get close.

Sam continued to unleash demonic power, creating shockwaves that disrupted the demons' formation; Castio's Angel Blade, with each swing, inevitably took away a demon.

However, the number of demons far exceeded expectations, and they did not seem to be attacking blindly.

As the battle progressed, the three realized with a start that they had unknowingly been forced into the central altar area of ​​the church.

A complex and malevolent magic circle, outlined by congealed black blood, appeared beneath their feet, covering the entire altar!
It reeks of a nauseating sulfurous stench and a thick layer of negative energy, like an invisible swamp that constantly erodes their physical and mental strength.

Dean felt his movements begin to slow down, as if the air had turned into sticky glue; Sam felt the demonic power within him becoming restless and difficult to control precisely; even Castio felt that his connection with Heaven seemed to be interfered with, and the power of the Holy Light was weakened.

"We're trapped! It's a trap!" Sam gasped, his face grim.

A rare hint of seriousness flashed in Castio's inhuman eyes.

He could clearly sense that the dark formation beneath his feet was drawing power from them, while simultaneously gathering even more powerful evil energy.

At the center of the formation, space began to distort slightly, and a terrifying aura, far surpassing that of ordinary demons, was slowly awakening.

It was as if some ancient and powerful being was about to be summoned.

The sense of crisis is like ice water poured over your head!
We must leave immediately; we cannot be trapped here.

“We can’t wait for it to finish!” Castio decided immediately.

He glanced at Dean and Sam, a resolute glint in his eyes, and suddenly used the tip of the Angel Blade to slash the palm of the body he was possessing.

Red angel blood dripped to the ground, and Castio, using his finger as a brush, dipped it in the mixed blood and began to carve on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

He depicted a heavenly rune controlled by angels, which had the effect of teleportation.

“Castio, you…” Dean stared at him in shock, somewhat bewildered.

"Now is not the time for explanations, we can't linger!" Castio's voice was urgent and left no room for argument. His movements were swift, the lines drawn by his blood becoming complete. "Hold on tight!" Just as the terrifying aura at the center of the formation was about to solidify completely—
"Buzz!"

The crimson teleportation array that Castio had drawn suddenly lit up with a blinding white light, completely enveloping the three of them.

The white light vanished in the next instant.

Dean, Sam, and Castio vanished from the dark magic circle at the center of the altar and abruptly appeared in the shadows at the church entrance.

Freed from the powerful interference of the dark formation, the three of them immediately felt a sense of lightness, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their bodies.

"Now!"

Dean roared, his suppressed rage and relief at surviving the ordeal turning into an even fiercer counterattack.

Sam also regained his internal strength.

Although Castio's face was slightly pale, the Angel Blade in his hand was still sharp, and he pounced on the demon unwilling to be outdone.

Without the blessing of the central array in the church and the impending threat, the remaining demons were quickly wiped out by the three of them in their all-out counterattack.

The church returned to deathly silence, leaving only the demonic ashes scattered on the floor and the dark magic circle that was still slowly turning, but was now futile due to the loss of its target, and was eventually destroyed by the three of them.

The battle ended, and a brief silence descended.

Dean and Sam leaned against the mottled wall, panting, checking their ammunition and injuries.

Castio silently wiped the Angel Blade, his brow furrowed, seemingly reflecting on his earlier act of being forced to use blood.

Just then, a sudden, cheerful cell phone ringtone broke the silence.

It came from the pocket of the body called 'Jimmy Novak' that Castio possessed.

Castio was clearly taken aback.

He was still not very familiar with this modern communication tool, and he hesitated for a moment before taking out his phone.

A name and a photo of a woman flashed on the screen; it was the body's wife, Amelia.

Over the past few days, Castio, who was initially alienated from human society and acted stiffly, has become more accustomed to human emotions under the influence of Dean and Sam, especially after observing and experiencing human emotions up close.

His icy expression would occasionally reveal a hint of gentleness, and his actions carried a touch of clumsy yet genuine human warmth.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Jimmy? Honey, is that you? Are you alright?" A woman's anxious, tearful voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I am not him, but he is listening.” Castio’s tone was still somewhat stiff, and he was unwilling to lie.

When the woman heard her husband's familiar voice, she didn't know why he said that, but the matter was urgent, and she couldn't care less about that.

“Listen, Jimmy, I don’t know what happened! A few strange-looking men broke into the house, grabbed me and Claire, and said they were looking for you!”

“They don’t look like normal people; their eyes are black.” Amelia’s voice was filled with fear and despair. “Help us, Jimmy, please, and Claire too, she’s terrified!”

The faint sound of a little girl's suppressed sobs could be heard from the other end of the phone. (End of Chapter)