Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He was still wearing a black trench coat, calmly looking at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"This road is blocked," the archangel declared.

Its voice was like the echo of millions of believers praying at the same time, carrying an indifferent yet irrefutable meaning, directly resonating in Wu Heng's consciousness.

“Lor Morrick, your actions have seriously disrupted the necessary ‘process’.”

Wu Heng's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not respond, waiting for him to continue.

"Apocalypse is predetermined destiny."

"The seal must be broken, and the Knights of Doom will surely descend," the archangel continued, his tone calm, as if stating the natural law of the rising and setting of the sun.

"This is merely a necessary adjustment and reckoning of the order of creation, like a grand boxing championship, where a winner must be decided. And this time," he paused, a hint of absolute confidence flashing in his gleaming eyes, "Heaven is assured of victory."

His gaze fell on Wu Heng, carrying a condescending warning: "You, and your little 'Witcher Guild,' had better behave yourselves, stay put, and stop trying to interfere and delay the inevitable end."

"When Heaven wins this war, cleanses Hell of its filth, and restores order to the world..."

As the archangel spoke, a faint, seemingly compassionate yet chilling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"At that time, this world will be the earthly kingdom of heaven, without disease, without pain, without sin, only eternal order and peace. What's wrong with that?"

These words reveal Heaven's true attitude toward the fate of humanity and toward this global catastrophe.

In their eyes, the apocalypse is not a disaster, but a 'boxing championship' with the human world as the main stage, a great cleansing, and a necessary process of power transition.

As for the humans who inhabit it, the sacrifices and suffering they bring are merely the necessary price to pay for achieving the ultimate 'beautiful' vision; they are just insignificant costs.

Wu Heng listened quietly, his face showing no sign of being moved by this 'wonderful blueprint'.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the archangel. In his calm eyes, it seemed as if a dark vortex was swirling.

“Eternal order and peace?” Wu Heng finally spoke, his voice low but sharp like a dagger, easily tearing through the archangel’s grand declaration. “It sounds no different from a well-maintained cemetery.”

He took a small step forward, his aura still restrained, yet it caused the radiance around the archangel to fluctuate almost imperceptibly.

"As for the outcome," Wu Heng's lips curled into a cold smile, utterly different from the archangel's 'merciful' curve, one tinged with mockery and absolute confidence. "Who told you that this game only has two players, Heaven and Hell?"

Wu Heng's words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating cold ripples in the stagnant air. As his last syllable fell, a sudden change occurred.

"Do you even know what you're saying?!"

Upon hearing this, the archangel's holy radiance seemed to freeze for a moment, and he displayed an even more surging aura because of Wu Heng's words.

An invisible standoff spread across the manor gates, more dangerous than any clash of swords. For the first time, a hint of anger flickered across the archangel's unchanging, mask-like, perfect expression.

Wu Heng did not answer, but spoke for himself through his actions.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The wind started blowing without warning.

What began as a gentle breeze stirring up dust transformed in an instant into a howling whirlwind, causing the trees outside the manor to sway wildly, their branches groaning in agony. But this wind did not originate from a natural change in weather; it was filled with a chilling coldness, as if it came from the depths of an abyss.

As if sensing something, the archangel suddenly lowered his head and looked down at the ground.

At some point, the scorch mark touched by the pillar of time when the archangel descended became the center.

No, to be precise, it started from the shadow of the car chassis next to Wu Heng, and a huge, thick, inky shadow began to spread rapidly like a living thing.

It wasn't dark yet, but under the sun's rays, the light began to be driven away by the ground.

The shadows seemed to have taken on form.

It has a viscous, substantial feel, like boiling crude oil, silently and rapidly consuming light and sound.

Wherever the shadow passed, the grass withered instantly, and the soil lost its moisture and turned scorched black.

In just a few breaths, an area of ​​absolute darkness with a diameter of over fifty meters had been formed, enveloping Wu Heng, the archangel, and the entire area in front of the manor gate!
The light seemed to vanish into thin air a foot above the ground, leaving only shadows on the ground.

And this is just the beginning.

On this writhing, dark 'canvas', countless shadow tentacles, formed from even more intense darkness, burst forth from the earth one by one.

They vary in thickness, the thinnest being as thin as a child's arm, and the thickest comparable to the trunk of an ancient tree.

Its surface is smooth, yet it is covered with ominous dark purple and crimson shadow patterns.

These tentacles were not still; they swung, twisted, and entangled wildly in their projection on the ground, emitting eerie sounds that were like teeth grinding, like bones rubbing together, or like a wet cloth tearing apart.

It seems to want to burst out of the plane of shadow, ready to descend into reality and materialize at any moment.

Its dense and chaotic appearance resembles a twisted, dark forest ravaged by a storm.

This is the 'tentacle cluster' of the puppet evil spirit, which evolved from the various materials brought by the demon hunters over the past few days.

A massive shadowy force field isolated the inside from the outside, and wildly flailing tentacles formed a jungle of death.

Wu Heng stood quietly at the source of the shadow, his trench coat rustling in the cold wind, his gaze calm as he looked at the archangel whose face had finally turned completely somber.

"It seems the negotiations have broken down." The archangel's voice was no longer filled with majestic indifference, but instead carried a chilling killing intent. "Anomalies must be eliminated!"

The three pairs of light wings on his back suddenly bloomed, radiating a blazing light like a supernova explosion!
At that moment, the ground began to undulate.

The shadow tentacles eventually broke through dimensions and materialized in reality, spreading the power of evil spirits across the grim, cold metal scales.

Just as tensions were rising at the gates of Morrick Manor, with 'evil' and 'good' about to clash, the Winchester brothers' demon-hunting journey was also underway.

Based on fragmented information from the Witcher website and vague guidance from Castio, Dean and Sam uncovered some clues about the remaining seals.

To avoid alerting the enemy and to increase efficiency, the two decided to split up.

Sam is in charge of investigating a lead regarding recent unusual deaths, which points to an abandoned industrial area in the north of the city. (End of Chapter)