Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Soon, his gaze settled on an inconspicuous, special cage made of shadow metal in the corner.

Imprisoned inside is the soul of a human woman who appears relatively calm but exudes a peculiar energy.

It's her.

Wu Heng stepped forward, and the Soul Key approached the lock of the cage, which opened silently.

With a wave of his hand, the special soul drifted out uncontrollably, was enveloped by a ball of shadow energy, and absorbed into the puppet evil spirit's body.

However, just as he was about to turn and leave, the countless souls in the surrounding cages seemed to sense something, and their wails and cries became even more shrill and desperate, as if they were begging for release or making accusations.

Wu Heng paused slightly.

He raised his hand and waved it casually. I felt...

In an instant, a thick, inky shadow emanating from him spread rapidly like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the entire underground prison.

Dozens of tentacles of the puppet evil spirit stretched wildly out of the shadows, no longer lifeless as before, but filled with intense greed and a desire to devour.

These guys brought this on themselves; Wu Heng is no saint.

Moreover, judging from his thoughts, every single one of them was filled with resentment.

The tentacles pierced into each cage, ignoring the struggles and cries of these souls, forcibly extracting and absorbing the imprisoned souls like straws inserted into a drink.

The resentment of evil spirits, the brutality of demons, the fear and despair of humanity—all these negative energies and the very essence of the soul were transformed into the purest nourishment, devoured by the tentacles.

They are temporarily stored in a special location within the puppet spirit's body, to be refined or utilized upon their return.

In the blink of an eye, the entire underground cell was empty, leaving only a large number of broken cages and a lingering chill.

All souls, regardless of good or evil, strength or weakness, became Wu Heng's spoils of war.

He turned around expressionlessly and retraced his steps, as if he had only cleared away some unimportant clutter.

Shortly after Wu Heng's figure disappeared into the passageway leading to the ground.

In the center of the Demon Guard's camp, Crowley's scream, filled with terror and resentment, like that of a eunuch rushing to save the emperor, suddenly rang out:
"Something terrible has happened!!"

"Her Majesty Queen Lilith has been assassinated in a despicable act!!"

He scrambled to a group of Imperial Guard commanders who were drilling, his face filled with 'just the right' amount of panic and tears, if demons could shed tears, of course.

“It was Heaven, it was those damned birdmen who did it!” Crowley screamed, “I was just about to report to the Queen when I found her lifeless, just a skin and bones!”

"The scene is still filled with a thick, abhorrent aura of holy light. The War of Apocalypse has begun, and they've resorted to such despicable means!"

The camp erupted in chaos. The demons were enraged and roared that they would storm Heaven to take revenge.

Crowley suppressed his excitement and seized the opportunity to jump onto a boulder.

His power had long surpassed Lilith's, reaching the level of a demon king, but his rule over these demons all came from Lucifer's grace, as these demons worshipped Lucifer.

Without a pretext, he simply couldn't control the elite among these demons.

All the previous forbearance was a preparation for an opportunity, and now that opportunity has arrived. Crowley waved his arms, his voice seductive: "Warriors, Queen Lilith has fallen, but we cannot be leaderless. The War of Apocalypse needs a leader!"

"I, Crowley, deeply trusted by the Queen," he said, brandishing a forged 'letter of appointment' in his hand. "In this critical moment, I am willing to temporarily assume the duties of the legion commander, leading everyone to avenge Queen Lilith and serve His Majesty Lucifer's great cause!"

"When the war is fully underway, I promise to be at the forefront of the battle."

Upon hearing this, a commotion arose within the demon army, with some expressing doubt, some anger, and some tacit agreement.

At this moment, Crowley displayed his powerful demonic aura, reaching the level of a demon king.

Just then, several powerful commanders of the Imperial Guard exchanged glances, then slowly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and spoke in low but clear voices:

"I am willing to obey Lord Crowley's orders!"

These leaders had already been bribed and secretly signed a soul contract with Crowley, promising him great benefits, which came in handy now.

With their lead, coupled with Lilith's confirmed death and complete disappearance of her soul, and Crowley's 'reasonable' explanation and incitement, most demons, in a state of bewilderment and anger, temporarily accepted the outcome.

Perhaps their loyalty is, to put it mildly, pitifully low.

Crowley stood on high ground, looking down at the subjugated demon army below, a hint of uncontrollable pride and ambition flashing in his eyes.

He had been plotting for this position for far too long, and today, with the help of Wu Heng, he finally removed the biggest obstacle and successfully took the position.

Meanwhile, inside Morrick Manor, the summoning circle that Death's butler and Hannah had prepared beforehand began to glow steadily.

Wu Heng's figure slowly emerged in the light, the process was extremely calm, and he was not hindered or disturbed on his way back.

He even noticed that some minor troubles that might have existed in the areas he had passed through on his way there, such as wandering wild monsters and unstable energy turbulence, seemed to have been thoughtfully cleared away in advance, leaving him with a smooth journey.

"The service was quite attentive."

Wu Heng made a detached assessment in his mind, barely acknowledging Crowley's efficiency and tact.

Of course, this is assuming we ignore the extremely uncomfortable 'kissing signing ceremony' that begins the service.

He stepped out of the summoning circle and returned to the real world.

The special soul preserved in the divine tentacle of the puppet evil spirit was released from the safe room.

The soul materials harvested in Hell also need some processing.

Lucifer was listening to a report from a demon guard scout kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

"Based on the remaining energy fluctuations and the memories of a few wandering spirits that managed to survive, those oblivious native gods did indeed gather at the 'Elysium Hotel' in Indiana, and seemed to be discussing what to do."

"How can we deal with you!" The scout's voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.

Upon hearing this, Lucifer's face remained expressionless, only a faint hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, as if he were watching an ant trying to trip over a giant elephant.

"Oh?" He uttered a single syllable, which made the scout demon tremble even more violently. "Who gave them such courage?"

He didn't use his immense mental power to scan directly; that would alert the enemy and be too tedious. He preferred to be there in person, to feel the final struggles and fears of those tiny beings before their despair. (End of Chapter)