Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng solved the problem of the holy water's failure, and its impact went far beyond the creation of a new weapon.

It acted like a shot in the arm, injecting a powerful force into the loose yet resilient group of Witchers, fostering an unprecedented sense of unity.

A new section called 'Exorcist Library' has quietly appeared on the Witcher Guild's platform.

At first, there were only a few scattered messages, but soon they filled up like streams flowing into a river.

Many witchers have contributed their family-inherited exorcism knowledge, which does not rely on the power of the church.

A secret recipe from an old hunter family in Arkansas, which uses the juice of specific swamp plants mixed with iron powder to draw an amulet;
There are ancient tunes recorded by descendants of New Orleans voodoo practitioners, which involve striking bones and bells in a specific rhythm to appease vengeful spirits;
There are even methods from Eastern demon-hunting families that use cinnabar and special breathing techniques to temporarily enhance their yang energy in order to resist possession.
These inheritances, which were originally treasured by each family and never passed on to outsiders, were handed over by them free of charge, or rather, in the form of guild points.

Because they understand that in this age when revelation is imminent and Heaven has forsaken us.

Conservatism means extinction; only by sharing knowledge can the entire human race have more leverage to survive.

'Internet Addiction' faithfully executes the instructions set by Wu Heng, scanning, archiving, and evaluating this massive amount of knowledge, and giving contributors points far exceeding the value of the items themselves, ensuring that no one is at a disadvantage.

Not only witcher families, but also some talented individuals hidden in the secular world—wizards, mediums, tribal priests, and so on—were attracted by the guild's actions and the power it displayed, and offered various means to help.

Some can briefly control low-level evil spirits as sentinels, some can foresee danger through herbal rituals, and some even possess forbidden techniques involving attacks at the soul level.

'Internet addiction' also filters this information.

Some methods with fewer side effects, that do not harm the environment, and that do not affect the user's rationality have been compiled into standard teaching materials and made available for exchange at a symbolic 'textbook' price.

Those forbidden techniques that are extremely powerful but come with risks or require a heavy price are marked as 'trump cards', which are worth more points and come with a prominent warning label.

Looking at the ever-growing number of entries in the 'Exorcism Library', Bobby couldn't help but exclaim to Dean and Sam as he browsed through them: "My God, at this rate, who knows, one day this world might really become the 'spiritual revival' world from those fantasy novels."

He paused, took a swig of beer, and added, "Of course, that's assuming the 'God' above allows it."

His tone was laced with sarcasm towards heaven.

Dean grinned, wiping his Colt revolver: "Who cares if he allows it or not, we're not following his script right now."

With their concerns about logistics and knowledge transfer resolved, the demon hunters felt at ease and were filled with renewed enthusiasm.

The Winchester brothers, however, turned their attention back to their core objective of ending the Apocalypse: the remaining Apocalypse Knights.

The night was as dark as ink, and the Impala, like a black barracuda, roared along the empty interstate highway.

The car was playing understated classic rock music, but the atmosphere wasn't relaxed.

Bobby sat in the passenger seat, rubbing his temples. He was getting old, and the long night drive made him a little carsick.

In the back seat, Castio sat upright, curiously observing the blurry scenery rushing past the window, while Dean unfolded a map marked with multiple epidemic reports and studied it.

Sam gripped the steering wheel and rounded a bend.

Unlike the unshaven, gloomy Dean in the original timeline of his life, the Dean of today, though weary, still has a light in his eyes.

Sam no longer needed to constantly battle his will against the demonic blood within him, and the brotherly bond and trust remained intact. This was perhaps the biggest variable brought about by Wu Heng and the Witcher Guild.

“Plague Knight,” Dean circled a dot on the map with his pen, “our name has ‘plague’ in it, so our focus now is on these places where unusual diseases are breaking out.”

Sam nodded, his gaze still fixed on the road ahead: "That's right, even if an area is officially classified as having the common flu, we should be wary of areas where a large number of cases with the same symptoms appear in a short period of time."

Bobby put down his hand that was rubbing his forehead, his voice weary: "We might also have to keep an eye on the medical system and those military labs that do chemical virus research, although those places are hard for us to get into."

"The most troublesome thing is that we might not even know it!"

Upon hearing this, Castio scratched his head in confusion: "Humans suffer from a wide variety of diseases, but angels usually don't get sick."

His understanding of modern medicine was quite limited.

The four were discussing when suddenly—
A very subtle distortion occurred in the space of the back seat of the carriage.

A slightly overweight figure suddenly appeared in the empty seat between Dean and Castio, making the previously spacious back row suddenly cramped.

The four men's hair stood on end instantly.

Dean and Castio reacted almost instinctively. The moment they saw who it was, the Angel Blade, which had been hidden in their pockets, was drawn and, like two venomous snakes, swiftly stabbed towards the chest of the figure in the middle.

"Hey everyone, good evening." The figure only got halfway through its sentence, "I'm not here with any ill intentions, I'm here to..."

"puff!"

The blade pierced the empty space.

The figure vanished like a phantom just before the blade struck.

"Squeak~!"

Sam slammed on the brakes, and the impala left brief tire tracks on the road.

Not far outside the car, the figure solidified again; it was none other than Crowley, who called himself the King of the Devil's Deal.

He was wearing his signature slightly neat black suit, a hint of helplessness on his face, and quickly raised his hands.

“Relax, relax, gentlemen and angels!” Crowley maintained a safe distance and spoke rapidly, “I really mean no harm. I know your plan. The Witcher Guild is collecting the rings of the Knights of the Apocalypse to deal with Lucifer.”

"I can help; I know where they are!"

Dean, Sam, Castio, and Bobby, who had already gotten out of the car with his shotgun, remained vigilant, their weapons subtly pointed at him.

"You're helping us?" Dean frowned, his tone filled with distrust. "Why? Has the 'CEO' of Hell suddenly decided to switch careers and become a savior?"

Crowley spread his hands, making an exaggerated helpless expression: "Due to circumstances, my dear Winchester, thanks to your amazing guild master, I 'assisted' him in dealing with Lilith last time, which allowed me to successfully take over the White-Eyed Demon Legion."

“But,” he added, his tone shifting with a hint of frustration, “Lucifer isn’t stupid; he’s started to suspect me lately!” (End of Chapter)