Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The small red Iron Man doll stood out in the dim light.

It represents Jesse's last connection with the ordinary world and with the pure affection of his adoptive parents.

Jesse's movement of gathering strength suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at the doll, the frenzied red light in his eyes receding like the tide, replaced by a sense of bewilderment, followed by a feeling of grievance and lingering fear after recognizing something familiar.

His hand, which had been pointing at Dean, fell limply to his side, his small body trembling slightly from exhaustion and emotional turmoil.

"Dedeen!" he murmured, tears welling up in his eyes.

The crisis was temporarily averted, and Dean broke out in a cold sweat, just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, from the shadows in the corner of the factory, a malicious, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out.

"What a touching scene."

A demon dressed in a tattered suit with jet-black eyes slowly appeared.

He held in his hand a ball of energy that was constantly twisting and emitting a faint white light. The light vaguely revealed the face of a woman with a pained expression, somewhat similar to Jesse's.

“Look who this is, your own mother, Julia. A part of her soul is still suffering,” the demon said in a seductive tone. “Come with us, Jesse.”

"Lord Lucifer promises that as long as you are willing to pledge allegiance to him, he will not only allow your mother to rest in peace, but also reunite you and your child in Hell, where you will enjoy eternal authority!"

The fragment of soul wailed silently in the demon's hands, deeply piercing Jesse's heart.

He had almost no memory of his birth mother, but the deep connection of blood and the instinct to crave maternal love made it impossible for him to refuse to speak.

"No, it's an illusion! Jesse, don't believe him!" Castio shouted.

He could sense that the soul fragment was illusory, a lure from hell, but he was too far away to stop it.

Just as Jesse was captivated by the illusion of his 'biological mother' and lost his composure...
Rumble--!

The ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed.

Several enormous hellhounds, drooling and with hellfire burning in their eyes, roared as they swarmed out of the gaping hole, instantly separating Dean, Sam, and Castio from Jesse, who was isolated in the middle of the factory!
"Jesse!"

Dean roared and swung his dagger at the charging hellhounds, but there were too many of these monsters, and their hides were thick, making it difficult to break through.

At the same time, in front of Jesse, the shadows on the ground converged upwards as if they were alive, coalescing into a tall, handsome, yet endlessly eerie and alluring phantom.

It's a projection of Lucifer!
With a compassionate yet captivating smile on his face, he ignored the three angels beside him and extended his hand to Jesse.

His gestures and smile resembled those of a 'benevolent father'.

“Come to me, child.”

"This world is full of lies and betrayal, only I can give you true belonging and strength..."

Seeing Jesse's eyes become confused again, as if he was about to be bewitched by Lucifer, Dean was extremely anxious.

He suddenly pulled out the talisman whose signal had been interrupted, ignoring Wu Heng's previous instructions, and frantically poured his meager angelic power and will into it.

They tried to forcibly activate the spell's binding function, even if it was just to temporarily trap Lucifer's projection!
"Open it for me!"

The talisman suddenly burst forth with a blinding light.

Unexpectedly, while forming a confinement field, it also projected a clear mental message that resonated directly in the minds of everyone present, especially Jesse.

That was the calm and peaceful voice that Wu Heng had left behind: "Jesse Turner, or should I call you the 'Son of Balance'?"

"Your power is not purely demonic, nor is it directed against humanity. You are a product of the loopholes in the rules, an 'Antichrist.' Your very existence has a natural 'neutralizing' and 'counteracting' effect on Lucifer, a 'fallen morning star' who originated from the light of God."

"He cannot completely control you, just as light cannot devour its own shadow. Your power can be the key to unlocking his oppression, rather than the weapon he uses to destroy the world."

"Now, feel the true authority that belongs to the 'opposite of order' deep within your blood, take control of it, and use it to protect yourself and those you want to protect."

This message was like a wake-up call, instantly dispelling the seductive mental power brought by Lucifer's projection.

The confusion in Jesse's eyes vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and determination!

He slowly raised his head.

Looking at Lucifer's somewhat bewildered projection, then at Dean and the other two who were struggling against the hellhound, and the three angels who acted again upon hearing that Lucifer was a projection.

His small chest heaved violently.

Then he raised his hand, no longer with the unconscious fear and retaliation of before, but with a clear and proactive will.

He spoke softly to the projections of the hellhounds and Lucifer:
"Imprisonment, or release!"

Words become law, and an invisible force descends instantly.

The howling hellhounds seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, trapped in individual cubic cages made of will, unable to break through no matter how much they rammed and bit.

Lucifer's projection, like a poorly received television image, began to distort and flicker violently, and the 'compassion' on his face turned into astonishment.

"This"

Before he could finish speaking, the projection dissipated and disappeared amidst a violent fluctuation.

"Well done, kid!" Dean exclaimed excitedly, and he, Sam, and Castio took the opportunity to deal with the few remaining hellhounds that had escaped.

However, before they could catch their breath, a dazzling holy light suddenly descended upon the factory.

This holy light was far purer and more powerful than that of the lower-ranking angels before, carrying an undeniable majesty and a sense of oppression.

"Damn it, this is never going to end! This isn't some kind of level-based game!" Dean's smile froze, and he started cursing.

As a tall figure with four wings of light on his back and wielding an angel's blade descended, the dilapidated factory was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The leading angel, with icy eyes, ignored Castio and fixed his gaze directly on Jesse.

"You depraved bastard, how dare you defy the will of Heaven and desecrate the sacred artifacts! In the name of Lord Raphael, you shall be thoroughly purified!"

He raised the Angel Blade, white flames swirling around its blade, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Jesse.

This is Archangel Raphael, whose power far surpasses that of the previous lower-ranking angels!

"Stop! He's innocent!" Castio tried to stop him, but was easily swept away by another high-level Celestial using his light wings, crashing into the wall with a muffled groan.

Faced with this even stronger pressure, Jesse's eyes flashed with panic again, but he remembered Wu Heng's words, tried his best to calm his mind, and once again built a mental barrier.

The white flames struck the barrier, producing a piercing scorching sound, and the barrier shook violently. But this time, Jesse gritted his teeth and managed to withstand it once again!
The force field around him even began to erode the holy flames in reverse!

"His power is adapting and growing!" the high-ranking angel exclaimed in shock. "This kind of being must be completely purified." (End of Chapter)