Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He walked to the huge rubble blocking the mine entrance, let out a low shout, and slammed it into the rubble with his shoulder covered in invisible armor.

"Boom!"

Rocks flew everywhere, and a gap was forcefully smashed open at the cave entrance.

A strong stench of decay and sulfur filled the air. In the darkness deep within the mine, countless bloodthirsty red eyes instantly lit up. In addition to ten red-eyed demons, there were more than fifty red-eyed ogres enslaved by them.

These ogres roared and surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Keep your formation. It's time to test your abilities!" Jack's voice rang out in the communicator.

Mark stood at the very front, like a real iron wall.

The ogre's claws scratched at his arms and chest, making a sickening metallic scraping sound, but only leaving white marks.

He roared and threw a punch, the violent force shattering the upper body of the ogre charging at the front!
Liz, the 'Spirit Fox,' moved like a ghost through the horde of ogres, her speed so fast that she left only afterimages on the retina.

The silver-plated dagger in her hand transformed into streaks of cold light, precisely slicing through the ogre's tendons, joints, and throat. Her extraordinary dynamic vision allowed her to easily predict and avoid all attacks.

The old smoker didn't rush forward. He first took a deep drag of his cigarette, then exhaled sharply towards the area where the monsters were densely packed. A scorching line of fire shot out, and although it wasn't powerful enough to kill the ogres directly, it effectively ignited their dry fur and the rotten wood in the tunnels.

The chaotic wall of fire caused the ogres pain and fear, but this limited Mark's effectiveness.

"Hey old smoker, watch out, I almost got my hair singed," Mark complained. His hair was just ordinary hair, without any protective covering.

"First time using it, a little unfamiliar," the old smoker said in a muffled voice after taking another drag.

The 'hound' sniffed, pinpointing locations amidst the chaotic battlefield: "There's a red-eyed demon hiding behind the rock wall on the left, and another red-eyed demon trying to flank the fifth ogre in the tunnel on the right. Everyone be careful!"

Other witchers also displayed their skills.

Those with enhanced strength wielded heavy entrenching tools or fire axes, cutting through enemies like vegetables; those with superior speed were responsible for roaming around to finish off stragglers; some even had their skin temporarily hardened like rock, enduring attacks head-on.

The battle became one-sided.

The ten red-eyed demons were forced to the back by this force, leaving only the mindless ogres willing to sacrifice themselves.

The hordes of ogres and demons that once required meticulous teamwork and sacrifice to defeat proved utterly insignificant in the face of this team of demon hunters who were wielding supernatural powers for the first time.

Within ten minutes, the entrance to the mine was filled with the corpses of monsters, and the air was thick with the smells of gunpowder, burnt flesh, and blood.

Three of the ten demons voluntarily abandoned their bodies and fled back to hell.

The remaining seven were all captured. Faced with a force powerful enough to kill them, these creatures, unable to escape in time, surrendered and were sealed away.

Little did they know that what awaited them was a cold pharmaceutical factory and the winches of an extraction machine.

Forty-seven witchers stood on the battlefield. Although some had suffered minor injuries, they were healing at a visible speed, and none had died.

Looking at the monster's blood stained each other, feeling the still-surging power within them, an unprecedented and unwavering confidence began to grow in their hearts. This was no longer a struggle in despair, but the clarion call for counterattack had been sounded.

The Witcher Guild has finally forged its own mass-producible blades, giving hope to those who have been struggling on the brink of life and death.

On the other hand, the place where the Plague Knight was imprisoned was not a dark and damp dungeon, but an isolation room located deep underground in the manor, constructed entirely of energy-absorbing metal and anti-spell runes.

The interior is constantly lit, devoid of any decoration, filled only with absolute emptiness and silence, enough to drive any conscious being insane.

The Plague Knight now revealed his original form, a tall humanoid figure with an indistinct face, seemingly entangled by countless morbid green energy threads.

He did not appear anxious.

His body was bound to the center of the room by an invisible force field, yet his posture carried an unpleasant arrogance.

"A very interesting cage, human." The Plague Knight's voice, like a mixture of whispers from countless diseases, resounded directly in Wu Heng's consciousness. "But you and I both know that you can't kill me."

“I am the embodiment of the concept, I am the plague itself.”

"At most, you can end my role in this little apocalypse, but thanks to your reminder, I have gained knowledge of the 'evolutionary plague.' This knowledge cannot be erased from my mind. When I return next time, this world will become my petri dish, and my perfect masterpiece will bloom here."

His tone was very clear, and he was very clear about his own position.

Wu Heng stood outside the isolation room, calmly watching the other party through the one-way energy barrier. Regarding the threat from the Plague Knight, he merely twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an inscrutable smile.

"Kill you? No, that would be too wasteful."

Wu Heng's voice came through the communicator into the isolation room, calm and without the slightest hint of anger: "I just have a question for you, aren't you curious?"

"I'm curious to see how far these humans, whom you personally helped 'catalyze,' will go after obtaining your 'modified' plague seed!"

The Plague Knight's energy form fluctuated, seemingly emitting a silent sneer: "Curious? For experimental subjects destined to fail? Their struggles are nothing more than insignificant complications in the spread of disease. Their final fate is already predetermined: either destruction or assimilation."

"Perhaps," Wu Heng said noncommittally, "but isn't observing the evolution of complications one of the joys of being a disease expert like you?"

He ignored the Plague Knight's reaction and turned to leave the observation area.

Wu Heng's goal was not to persuade, but to plant a tiny seed. For such an ancient being, direct confrontation was far less effective than guiding its own 'interest'.

Since this guy is so lucid, there's a high chance that we can successfully guide him to continue participating in 'evolutionary research'.

However, since this batch of 'medicine' has not yet been widely distributed, there is no need to rush it.

Back to the core laboratory.

Wu Heng took out the three rings of the Apocalypse Knights—the dark red of war, the earthy yellow of famine, and the ghastly green of plague.

They were placed on a specially designed energy resonance platform, where they exerted a subtle attraction on each other, faintly emanating a heart-pounding fluctuation. (End of Chapter)