Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The anticipated scene of surging evil energy and the banshee screaming and dissolving under the holy water did not occur.

When the clear liquid came into contact with the banshee's twisted spirit, it simply flowed down her translucent body like ordinary tap water, dripping onto the floor without eliciting any reaction.

Even the banshee's piercing scream paused for a moment, as if it too had been stunned.

Kevin's expression froze, his pupils dilating in disbelief: "How...how is this possible?!"

That moment of stunned silence cost him his life.

The Banshee reacted swiftly; the enchanted net binding it lost its luster as the holy water ceased to suppress it.

It let out an even more ferocious shriek, suddenly breaking free of its restraints. Its dry, black claws shot out like lightning, piercing Kevin's unsuspecting chest.

ah--!

Kevin only managed to let out a short, muffled groan.

The excruciating pain and the rapid loss of life froze the look of astonishment in his eyes forever.

His young body slumped to the ground, the empty glass bottle in his hand rolling to the floor with a crisp shattering sound. The liquid inside, soaked with dust, spilled across the ground, still unremarkable.

The teammates beside her were dumbfounded until the banshee lunged at her next target with a malevolent gaze, and only then did they react and hastily prepare for battle.

But the best opportunity had already been missed, and the price was a life that had just begun to blossom.

And when the holy water was splashed again, it only slightly dampened the hem of the banshee's clothes.
The holy water has lost its effectiveness!

The news, like a death knell, traveled rapidly through the guild network back to the Demon Hunter Guild headquarters, reaching Wu Heng and all the high-ranking members.

This is no longer a projected future, but a cold reality unfolding in the present. Heaven's methods are more insidious and direct than imagined.

The methods of combat used by witchers are being quietly rewritten.

The news spread like a plague through the Witcher network, bringing not death, but a shock more chilling than death itself: the holy water had lost its effectiveness.

Some people initially thought it was just an isolated case, and the rumor was simply dismissed as a defective product or a mistake in handling.

But an elderly witcher in Kansas, known for his meticulousness, was too old to browse the web in time.

As the message was being relayed, news arrived that even the most treasured holy water could not stop a low-level ghost, and that the ghost had ultimately perished along with the spirit. This once again proved true with a life, and the panic finally became uncontrollable.

People's hearts are in turmoil.
Because it's not just holy water!
Holding the silver-plated cross in my hand, it no longer evokes a comforting warmth; reciting exorcism scriptures, my voice sounds hollow and powerless in the air, like muttering to myself against a wall; stepping into the church, the sense of protection that I could once clearly feel has vanished, leaving only cold stone walls and lifeless light and shadows cast by stained glass.

“Heaven has taken back its ‘gift’!” David Xavier said hoarsely at the hastily convened core meeting, a suppressed flame burning in his single eye.

On the table in front of him were several relics that had just been proven to be ineffective: a dull silver cross and an ancient Bible with curled pages that had lost all power.

These were previously treasured items of witchers.

"Just because we didn't obediently become their pawns, didn't die according to their script?" Dean slammed his fist on the table, making the dishes rattle. His face was filled with undisguised rage. "There are still thousands of believers praying in those churches, and they've just been abandoned like this? Is this what they call holy?"

Sam's face was equally grim, but he tried his best to remain calm.

"This means that most of our effective methods against demons have been cut off. Salt and iron are still useful against evil spirits, but not against demons, especially high-ranking demons."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

Without weapons imbued with holy power, an ordinary demon hunter facing a demon is like an ordinary person using a fire poker to fight against fully armed soldiers. The meeting room was filled with resentment and anger.

They were fighting for the survival of humanity, but were betrayed by the very party that originally symbolized 'protection'.

The feeling of being betrayed is more painful than facing the claws of a demon.

Should we give in?

A demon hunter captain with fresh scars on his face growled. He was a survivor of the holy water malfunction incident and had lost a comrade.

"no way!"

Scattered but firm responses rang out, then quickly merged into a single sound.

These people who dance on the edge of a knife are, deep down, full of backbone.

Amidst the chaos, the Witcher Guild became the only stable beacon.

The demon hunters discovered that the items in the guild points exchange list, whether they were potions provided by Wu Heng or weapons enchanted with non-Heavenly system runes, still had the same effect.

This gave everyone a chance to catch their breath.

At least in times of crisis, they still have the means to restrain evil!
Dean, Sam, Castio, Bobby, and David returned to Morrick Manor, where Wu Heng received them in his study filled with ancient books and strange artifacts.

"I understand the situation."

After listening to everyone's statements, Wu Heng remained completely calm, as if it were just a technical problem that needed to be solved.

He lightly tapped the table with his finger, and a light screen appeared, displaying the guild's exchange list: "I have reduced the exchange points for the existing stock of exorcism, purification, and protection items by seventy percent to stabilize the situation first."

“But that’s not enough, Lor,” Sam said worriedly. “Stockpiles will eventually run out. We need sustainable alternatives, especially holy water. It’s so fundamental, so important!”

Wu Heng nodded slightly: "I understand."

"Holy water is essentially an energy carrier containing the properties of 'order' and 'purification'. Heaven is only one of its sources, not the only one."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the gray sky.

"I need to go somewhere to find a possible alternative matrix."

After Wu Heng left, Sam and the others did not sit idly by and wait for their doom.

With Castio's help, they attempted to decipher and modify the broken exorcism spells, hoping to bypass Heaven's authority and restore their power.

The basement had been converted into a temporary research lab, with walls covered in intricate spell circuit diagrams and the air filled with the smells of herbs and ozone.

Castio, using the memories of the angels, explains the principles behind how incantations invoke the power of Heaven, while Sam attempts to reverse engineer his understanding of demonic power and other supernatural energies.

“The structure can be adjusted, and the rune pathways can be modified,” Sam wiped the sweat from his forehead, his brow furrowed, “but the core driving problem cannot be solved. It’s like an engine; we redesigned all the pipelines, but we’ve lost the spark plugs.”

Castio nodded, his eyes grave: "It needs a powerful, stable energy source with divine or at least 'orderly' properties to activate and sustain it!"

Previously, this source was Heaven. (End of Chapter)