Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He looked at Sam: "You are the vessel chosen by Lucifer, that's for sure, but a vessel isn't just a simple cup that you can use whenever you want. There's a rule that requires mutual consent."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked excitedly, sitting up straight.

“It means,” Wu Heng explained, “that if Lucifer doesn’t get Sam’s willing, heartfelt consent, even if he forcibly takes over his body, he won’t be able to integrate perfectly, let alone unleash his full power that is enough to overturn the world order.”

"In that state, they are destined to lose in this 'battle' between heaven and hell."

He paused, giving everyone time to process the information: "Therefore, the main strategic goal of the demons at present is not simply to capture Sam, but to do everything possible to induce, deceive, and coerce him, so that Sam will voluntarily open his heart and accept Lucifer."

"Things are far from being beyond repair."

Upon hearing this, Dean's eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and interjected, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere in his own unique way:
"Oh, I get it! It's just like dating and getting married!"

"It's all about mutual affection and consent; forced relationships never work. I never imagined this kind of thing would be protected by 'law'?"

As he spoke, he looked Sam up and down with an extremely strange, mocking, and comical gaze, forcing a smile at the corners of his mouth:

"Sweet Sam, I didn't expect you to be so popular. Even the Lord of Hell has been 'infatuated' with you for a long time!"

This clumsy analogy instantly pulled Sam out of his heavy mood. He rolled his eyes speechlessly and retorted irritably, "Hey, Dean, shut up!"

"I have no desire to talk about mutual affection with a man who has lived for tens of thousands of years. It's utterly disgusting!"

However, just when Dean thought he had successfully livened up the atmosphere, Wu Heng turned his gaze to him, and his eyes showed a rare, extremely subtle, almost teasing look.

“Dean,” Wu Heng said calmly, his eyes scanning Dean up and down, “Sam isn’t the only one who’s been designated as a ‘child bride.’”

Dean's smile froze instantly.

Wu Heng continued slowly, "As Lucifer's destined rival, Michael, who holds a revered position in Heaven, is said to have long been 'in love' with you."

"I'm just waiting to meet you on the final battlefield, hoping that you will give yourself to me and become the perfect vessel for my descent into the world."

"If you really 'need' it, as long as I can get your 'sincere' feelings and your consent, I believe the other party will definitely not hesitate to give a grand wedding of the century as a condition for it."

Wu Heng wasn't lying. If Dean really made such a demand, Heaven would definitely be able to do it for the sake of victory; they weren't as pure as described in the Bible.

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An eerie silence fell over the room.

Dean's lips twitched, and the feigned ease he had just put on vanished instantly, his face turning even uglier than Sam's.

He pictured himself in a wedding dress, his leg hair sticking out of his stockings, and a chill ran down his spine.

Bobby tried to keep a straight face, but his shoulders shrugged slightly.

Seeing his brother's embarrassed expression, Sam's originally heavy mood inexplicably improved a little.

Inside a certain room, Lucifer chose a temporary vessel: the body of an ordinary man named Nick.

This flesh and blood body, as if forcibly stuffed with a substance incompatible with him, could barely bear Lucifer's energy. Even so, fine, net-like cracks, like porcelain about to shatter, had already appeared on Nick's skin.

Strands of energy, imbued with the aura of hell, escaped uncontrollably, scorching the surrounding air.

He slowly walked out of the house, his first appearance in the human world was so ordinary it was unsettling.

Without any earth-shattering declarations or an overwhelming army of demons, he simply walked calmly onto an ordinary city street and blended into the bustling, bewildered crowd.

However, his very existence is a declaration.

The dark, corrupting force emanating from his body was like a boulder thrown into still water.

Those disguised as humans or low-level demons who had just infiltrated reality on the street, as if struck in the knees by an invisible hammer, involuntarily and instinctively knelt down with awe and fear, their heads bowed, unable to look directly at him.

The people around them, though bewildered, were terrified by a profound sense of awe and a crushing sense of superiority.

Their hearts pounded uncontrollably, their breathing became rapid, as if their hearts were being tightly gripped by an icy hand.

Subconsciously wanting to get away from that seemingly 'ordinary' man, yet unable to move, she eventually suffocates, faints, or kneels down.

This unusual scene was instantly captured, recorded, and analyzed by the ubiquitous "internet addiction".

Its danger level instantly soared to an unprecedented red peak, and a top-priority hunting mission was automatically generated, ready to be posted on the Witcher Guild website.

But just before the message was sent, it was forcibly intercepted by an invisible hand.

Wu Heng's consciousness was connected to the network core. He calmly rejected the 'internet addiction' proposal and personally issued an emergency announcement to all registered demon hunters:
[Global Alert: A Forbidden Being from Hell Descends]

The extremely high-level Hellish primordial consciousness carrier (codename 'Lucifer') has been detected to have appeared in the real dimension.

Warning: The target's threat level exceeds the defined limit. Conventional demon-hunting methods are ineffective and will inevitably lead to an instant wipeout.

All Witchers must immediately move away from the area where the target appears and the associated energy radiation zone, and any form of contact, observation, or provocation is prohibited.

Repeat: Prohibit all actions; self-preservation is the top priority.
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Origin: Guild's highest authority command.

In the announcement, Wu Heng omitted Sam's crucial role in opening the final seal in his accompanying explanation, pointing the finger only at Lilith and Heaven's 'contribution'.

He had no intention of making this young man, who was already tormented by guilt, bear the blame and anger of the entire demon hunter community.

The witchers who received the announcement, though unwilling or curious, all chose to obey David Xavier's strict orders and their own instincts for danger.

Unable to handle a disaster of this magnitude, preserving their strength and dealing with the inevitable horde of demons that would follow is a more realistic option.

The motel was filled with the smell of cheap disinfectant and an atmosphere of confusion and sadness.

Dean irritably switched TV channels, the screen filled with disaster news from around the world: (End of Chapter)