Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Mercury instinctively gripped the replica of the scepter he carried as a messenger, which he kept hidden under the counter, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He realized that summoning the gods might attract not only forces opposing the Apocalypse, but also other unexpected and even more dangerous 'guests'.

Wu Heng, piloting the ghost ship that shuttles between reality and the gaps, has arrived at this 'Paradise Field' which is regarded by the gods as a temporary refuge.

It's time to hunt.

Wow——!

This wasn't the sound of rain hitting the window, but rather a tangible, viscous tide.

A wave crashed through the reinforced oak door of the conference room at the Paradise Field Hotel.

Wood chips flew inwards like an explosion, and a chilling, deathly aura instantly filled the entire room, suppressing the divine radiance emanating from the gods—whether warm, violent, or bizarre—and dimming it.

Above the shadows, Wu Heng's figure quietly solidified.

He was still wearing a black trench coat, his expression calm, his face as still as frozen earth. Only his eyes reflected the horrified faces of the more than twenty gods in the room, as if he were counting the crops to be harvested.

There was silence between them. There was no declaration of war, no questioning, not even a moment of unnecessary pause.

The attack erupted suddenly from the silence!

A wave of water crashed in, instantly engulfing the three gods and submerging them. Transparent tentacles condensed within these waves.

The tentacles that had bound the three gods transformed into bizarre devices, with a metallic sheen spreading within them, turning into gears, chemical containers, and various other contraptions.

The three captured deities were immediately subjected to refining on the spot!
"Heretics, blasphemers!"

Baldr, the god of light, was the first to react. He burst forth with intense light, like a miniature sun, in an attempt to dispel the shadows and purify the evil.

Where the light reached, the shadows did indeed melt away in part, like snow being poured on boiling water, but the 'amount' of these shadows was simply too vast, endless, as if connected to the overwhelming rain outside.

"Darkness is my domain!"

Nyx, the goddess of the night and the one who controls darkness, issued a deep and majestic declaration, spreading her arms as she attempted to bring the surging shadows under her control.

However, she immediately felt an even colder, more absolute will, with a kind of neither-life nor-death quality, forcibly covering and stripping her of her control over the darkness.

Her darkness was like a stream compared to the darkness brought by the other.

After all, it is just a local deity.

"kill!"

Caleb, the goddess of destruction, let out a sharp whistle. Her four illusory arms solidified, wielding weapons symbolizing destruction, and carrying a violent power, she charged towards Wu Heng like a blood-red whirlwind.

Her symbol is the embodiment of pure destruction, believing that power can crush all obstacles.

However, she appeared so small in the face of the terrifying ship before her.

The moment Caleb charged out, dozens of tentacles covered in dark metal armor and flowing with evil energy suddenly sprang out from the shadows beneath her feet, like a swarm of venomous snakes that had been waiting for a long time.

As the water-refining device was being used, a deity was being refined.

One of the tentacles was no longer simply a strange metallic color; the phantom of the face of the deity who had been refined before was faintly visible on its surface, howling in pain, giving the tentacle strange divine qualities—slowness, chaos, fear, and corrosion!

Caleb's attack struck the tentacles, erupting in blinding sparks, but failed to destroy them. Immediately afterwards, the Vesta God was also refined and absorbed.

Caleb was entangled and bound by the other tentacles, and her destructive power was countered and dispersed by the 'protective' and 'stabilizing' properties of the newly born hearth god that emerged from the god's tentacles.

On the other side, Hermes, using his extreme speed, attempted to circle around and approach Wu Heng's main body.

He was fast, but the shadow was faster.

The floor of the entire room seemed to have turned into a viscous swamp of shadows, with countless tiny, binding, and numbing shadow threads constantly trying to entangle his ankles.

Mercury brandished his scepter, releasing divine energy ripples that disturbed the mind and senses, but they were easily swallowed up by the vast and chaotic evil energy field, like stones sinking into the sea.

The battle was a one-sided massacre from the very beginning.

These native deities lost 20% of their power when they left their own territory, and under the suppression of the shadow of the evil spirit puppet, their power was already less than half of what it used to be.

Faced with Wu Heng, a terrifying being who combined demonic power, abyssal aura, network information characteristics, and the divine origin that had just begun to devour, their resistance appeared pale and powerless.

Baldr's light was submerged and devoured by tentacles; Nyx's night was covered and assimilated by deeper shadows; Caleb's destruction could only roar in vain under the strangulation of multiple divine tentacles; Hermes' speed was restricted by omnipresent bindings.
There were no earth-shattering clashes, only a gluttonous process of decomposition and devouring.

The tentacles coiled and contracted, dragging the struggling deity deeper into the shadows of the waterlogged ground.

The divine radiance flickered uncertainly in the darkness, and eventually, like a flame extinguished by water, it was completely extinguished.

Wailing, cursing, and pleas for mercy echoed in the conference room, but they couldn't stir the slightest emotion in the eyes of the man standing high in the shadows.

In less than ten minutes.

The meeting room returned to calm.

The shadows and rain receded like the tide, revealing a scene of utter devastation.

The walls were covered with charred, frozen, and corroded marks, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance and a hint of burnt smell after the divine power had dissipated.

More than twenty deities from different mythologies have vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Wu Heng stood still, and behind him, the enormous phantom of the puppet evil spirit slowly emerged.

One of its main tentacles is undergoing a strange change. Its surface is no longer just dark metal, but is covered with a layer of constantly flowing and changing colorful halo.

Within the halo, countless tiny, pained, and distorted faces could be vaguely seen, radiating complex yet powerful divine energy fluctuations.

This divine tentacle has already taken shape, but it is extremely thick, like a knife blank that needs to be forged.

With a slight thought, Wu Heng conjured a large refining instrument with a complex structure, cast from an unknown metal, and engraved with countless alchemical runes and technological circuits, which condensed from the tentacles of the puppet evil spirit and bloomed in the center of the conference room.

The more than twenty clusters of divine essence that had been devoured and compressed, each shimmering with different colors of light, along with the 'divine' tentacles, were fed into the instrument's feed inlet.

"Om-!!"

The instrument emitted a deep rumble, and its interior was illuminated by a blinding white light and complex energy flows.

You can see that the divine essence is being constantly separated, purified, and squeezed!
The pure, divine qualities representing their respective core rules were stripped away, like a colorful, concentrated liquid, and reintegrated into the main tentacle. (End of Chapter)