Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Rufus and two other young witchers stood back to back, facing the surging, irrational townspeople, their weapons proving ineffective.

If you hit too lightly, you won't be able to stop them; but if you hit too hard, you're afraid of killing them.

As soon as one is knocked down, more people rush in.

They couldn't go all out, or even inflict serious injury. This restrictive fighting style left them feeling incredibly frustrated, and soon everyone was wounded, their stamina rapidly depleted.

An obese man, howling, picked up a decorative stone block from the roadside and stumbled as he crashed into the wall of people.

Dean and Sam had to work together to barely block it, and their arms went numb from the impact.

The battle turned into a rout.

Sam and Dean were not defeated by the demons, but were forced to retreat by a group of ordinary people.

Because they are good people!
Every act of resistance required immense effort, while the frenzied crowd seemed endless.

Looking at the twisted hatred on these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and listening to their nonsensical accusations, a deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed everyone.

Just when the defensive line was about to be breached and the 'war' was about to spread, at the critical moment.

The sky darkened without warning.

Dark clouds gathered, like a giant black cloth, instantly obscuring the light of day.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops poured down like a bucket of water poured by God, instantly soaking everyone's clothes and causing the frantically charging townspeople to freeze in their tracks, as if a pause button had been pressed.

In the rain, a figure gradually appeared beside the six people, its appearance becoming more and more prominent – ​​it was Wu Heng.

He didn't look at Dean and the others, his gaze sweeping directly over the townspeople who stood blankly in the rain.

However, in the next second, a strange and deeper wave, like an invisible infrasound, suddenly spread out from the residential building in the center of the town.

The townspeople, who had just stopped convulsing, suddenly began to convulse violently.

Their eyes were no longer filled with madness and hatred, but had completely degenerated into irrational bestiality. They let out low growls, drool dripped from their mouths, and ran on all fours or in a contorted manner.

Each one seemed to have their most primal hunting and killing instincts, deep within their genes, awakened.

They no longer need to think; every cell in their bodies is roaring and attacking.

“The instincts at the cellular level have been activated.” Wu Heng instantly discerned the situation. “To stop them without harming them, we would have to 'stun' trillions of cells in their bodies at the same time. Otherwise, we cannot stop them.”

He said calmly, "But this is more difficult than creating a living person."

"There's no other way, let's break all their legs."

Before he could finish speaking, the enormous shadow of the puppet evil spirit had already condensed behind him, and dozens of tentacles, like cannonballs, accurately struck the beast-like townspeople who were about to pounce.

A series of teeth-grinding, rapid-fire 'click' sounds rang out!

The tentacles, like the most precise surgical instruments, either struck the back of the knee with skillful force or crushed the shinbone with tremendous power. In an instant, the dozens of townspeople who rushed to the front fell to the ground in unison, like wheat that had been cut down.

They clutched their oddly bent legs, groaning in pain, unable to move, and could only struggle in the mud.

This efficient scene made Dean and the others gasp in surprise, and they hurriedly stared at the dancing tentacles around them, afraid that they might accidentally get whipped by them.

Even wild beasts have fears. At that moment, from the shadows of the town, the ground churned, and dozens of hellhounds, their bodies engulfed in hellfire and their fangs bared, roared as they charged out.

Several banshees with broad wingspans and emitting a foul sulfurous stench appeared in the sky.

These are hellish creatures drawn or summoned by the authority of war, and their target is clear: the being who exudes a powerful threat—Wu Heng.

"That's it?"

Wu Heng didn't even move a step.

The puppet evil spirit's newly formed divine tentacle suddenly rose up, bursting forth with a dazzling divine aura. The tentacle was pulled out as if traversing space, so fast that it left afterimages!

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A pack of Cerberus, as if struck by a heavy truck, howled and tore into pieces, turning into burning fragments.

The banshee attempted to attack with sonic waves, but the waves disintegrated upon contact with the aura emanating from the god's tentacles. The tentacles then pierced out like spears, exploding them in mid-air and turning them into a shower of black feathers and blood.

Destroy everything!

Absolute crushing!
This is the voice that simultaneously arose in the minds of the six spectators; it's truly overwhelming.

At the same time, Wu Heng's main body turned its gaze to the center of the town. He could sense that the source of all the chaos was trying to shift.

"Want to go?"

Wu Heng's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared directly in the living room of that apartment building.

The slightly overweight middle-aged man had just stood up, his face still showing a hint of gloom from his disrupted plans, when Wu Heng appeared before him like a ghost.

Before he could even react, Wu Heng's hand was already on his forehead.

A powerful binding force surged in instantly, and the consciousness residing within the War Knight was forcibly sealed and stripped away before it could even struggle.

The middle-aged man's body collapsed to the ground, while Wu Heng grabbed a dark red energy mass that was constantly twisting and flashing with the afterimages of clashing swords and the smell of battlefield smoke and casually stuffed it into a specially made rune container.

Then, Wu Heng took a ring from the unconscious middle-aged man's finger. The ring had an antique design, an unknown material, and a dark red gemstone in the center that looked like congealed blood.

It is the war ring.

When Wu Heng returned to the town entrance, the rain stopped instantly.

The ground was littered with townspeople groaning in pain, their bestiality gradually fading as the war knight was sealed away, leaving only physical pain and confusion.

Wu Heng showed the war ring he had obtained to Dean, Sam, and the others, who were still in shock.

“The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Plague, and Death,” Wu Heng said. “They are not subordinates of Lucifer or Michael, but rather conceptual incarnations that came with the Apocalypse. Their power originates from their respective rings.”

Wu Heng then revealed the key information:
"According to my research, the only way to stop Lucifer and Michael's final battle, or rather, to secure a chance for yourselves, is to collect all four Knight Rings."

"When the four rings come together, they can open the cage that imprisoned Lucifer and reseal him."

He put away the war ring, whose power would also be useful for his future plans.

"The remaining famine, plague, and death must have awakened as well, lurking somewhere in the world, spreading their own calamities. Find them, obtain the ring—that is the next task for all witchers." (End of Chapter)