Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"To show my sincerity, we can sign a contract."

Crowley showed the contract to Wu Heng: "You see, the terms are very clear: I, Crowley, promise to bring you safely and accurately to the secret stronghold where Lilith imprisons important souls."

"If I have ever done anything deceitful or misleading, my soul will belong to you forever, and you may do with it as you see fit."

He paused, then pointed to the bottom of the contract: "And you, Mr. Morrick, besides guaranteeing that you will not imprison me if I am not lying to you, there are no other mandatory requirements here."

"How about that? That's sincere enough, isn't it? As a demon of the crossroads, the power of the contract must be obeyed. That's the rule."

Wu Heng quickly scanned the contract to confirm that there were no hidden trap clauses.

The so-called imprisonment clause actually means that Crowley believes Wu Heng cannot kill him instantly.

Therefore, as long as he is not imprisoned, he is confident that he can escape and evade at any time, keeping himself safe. His only fear is that Wu Heng will use his tentacles to imprison him.

Especially that tentacle that was just revealed, full of divinity and possessing various offensive characteristics. Once it grabs you, you'll probably be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.

At the same time, he also understood one thing.

If the contract stipulated that Wu Heng could not attack him, Wu Heng would never sign such a contract.

Because there are too many things that can be manipulated. For example, when he attacks Wu Heng, is Wu Heng bound by the contract and unable to attack him?
Or perhaps he himself is unable to attack, but deliberately summons the enemy.

Therefore, Crowley, who is skilled at transactions, is very good at grasping the balance point of contracts, ensuring the rights and interests of both parties, and making both parties satisfied.

Wu Heng nodded: "Okay."

"Great!" Crowley smiled with relief and carefully held the contract in his hands.

Then he pouted his slightly greasy lips in Wu Heng's direction.

“Then, according to the traditional ritual of our Crossroads Demons signing contracts,” Crowley’s eyes held a hint of cunning and anticipation, “we need to use a sacred kiss to officially make the contract effective.”

He even secretly took out a cell phone.

Crowley looked at Wu Heng, who was standing on the shoulders of that huge figure, and tried his best to make his expression look 'sincere' and 'solemn'.

Wu Heng paused for a moment.

The next second, under Crowley's wide-eyed gaze, the puppet demon's hideous metal head, which was the size of half a bed, slowly lowered.

It approached him with a sickening metallic scraping sound.

In particular, the jaw, which was covered by facial armor, suddenly opened, revealing a structure composed of pale bones and exposed red veins.

A red bone skull jaw like the inner teeth of an 'Alien'!

This is a red bone skeleton fused with a puppet evil spirit, serving as its skeleton.

Wu Heng chose it as the party to sign the contract on his side.

A chilling, foul stench, a mixture of metallic rust, hellish sulfur, and the putrid remnants of some kind of soul, assaulted my senses!

This time, it was Crowley's turn to be dumbfounded.

He stared at the approaching 'mouth,' emanating death and blood, his throat involuntarily bobbing as he swallowed hard. This was so different from the 'kiss' he had imagined.

However, in order to advance his own plans and to use Wu Heng to eliminate Lilith,
A struggle flashed across Crowley's face, but it was ultimately replaced by a determination that bordered on heroic sacrifice.

Instead of retreating, he closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly back, and tremblingly met the approaching, terrifying red bone skull's jaw with his pouting, slightly greasy lips.

Quietly.

On the scorched earth of hell, the absurd scene that would make even demons shudder finally came to an end.

When Crowley touched the Red Bone Skull's jaw, the parchment contract in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blood-red light.

The complex demonic language terms, like tadpoles that came to life, swam wildly on the paper, eventually coalescing into two clear signatures imbued with the power of rules.

One is the flamboyant demonic script 'kroli', and the other is an abbreviation of Wu Heng's surname, drawn with shadows and evil energy.

The power of the contract was like an invisible chain, instantly binding Crowley's soul core, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

But his face quickly filled with an even more enthusiastic, even slightly fawning, smile.

It was as if that disgusting contact had never happened.

“Great! The contract is in place. Now we are the most reliable allies!” Crowley rubbed his hands together, as if he had just completed a major deal. “Please follow me, Mr. Morrick. I know a relatively safe side road that can avoid a lot of trouble.”

Crowley hurriedly led the way, his face beaming with smiles, looking like a traitor who had led a thief into the village.

His seemingly bulky body moved with extraordinary agility amidst the complex terrain of scorched earth and lava fields.

They did not choose the main roads that appeared relatively flat but were frequently visited by demon patrols.
Instead, they deliberately chose to travel through hidden crevices, abandoned mines, or even the edges of the Styx River, which flows with deadly poison.

“Watch your step, Mr. Morrick.” Crowley pointed to a seemingly calm, yet scorched black swamp covered in a film of iridescent colors.

"This is the 'Morphin of Regret.' It looks unremarkable, but any sentient being that falls in will have its deepest regrets and pain forcibly stirred up. Its soul will gradually melt away in self-torture, becoming nourishment for the morphin. Even high-ranking demons are unwilling to approach it."

Wu Heng manipulated the puppet evil spirit to levitate a few inches off the ground, and the power of shadow formed an invisible stepping stone under his feet, allowing him to smoothly glide across the mud.

He could feel the silent wails of countless souls emanating from the depths of the quagmire, forming a pulling force on the spiritual level, but to his will, it was like a gentle breeze.

Soon, they passed through an area where countless translucent, distorted soul prisms floated in the air.

They collided with each other, producing a piercing glassy sound, refracting the dark red light of hell, forming a dizzying labyrinth.

“This is the ‘Echo Prism Forest’,” Crowley said in a low voice. “These prisms are the crystallized products of souls tormented to madness over countless years.”

"The sounds they make can disrupt perception and even cause spirits to decompose themselves."

“You must follow the specific silent path, otherwise…” Before he could finish speaking, a low-level demon bat that had accidentally flown into the prism area was instantly twisted and exploded by the impact of the sound waves, turning into a cloud of blood mist, with even its soul fragments being absorbed by the prism.

“That’s just how it is.” Crowley shrugged.

Although he knew that such damage might not work on Wu Heng.

But he positioned himself as a host, as if he were introducing local sights to a friend. (End of Chapter)