Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Now!" At this moment, Sam seized the opportunity, stretched out his hands, and unleashed the demonic power within him, instantly striking the ground beneath the feet of the high angel who had temporarily neglected his defense due to his all-out attack.

The spot that had been cracked by Jesse's power and was seeping groundwater was instantly impacted!
At the same time, he threw out all the exorcism source water he had on him.

The ground shattered, and the exorcism water mixed with groundwater, splashing out a large number of water droplets that sprayed everywhere.

The angel's body and wings were suddenly drenched.

The angel let out a muffled groan mixed with pain and anger, and his movements froze for a moment. The holy flames also dimmed, but the exorcism potion had a weak effect on the angel, at most it only caused some interference.

“Dean!” Sam shouted.

"coming!"

Dean had already rushed toward the impala parked to the side. He jumped into the driver's seat, started the engine, and jerked the steering wheel. The impala, like an enraged bull, roared and smashed through the rubble blocking its path, charging straight toward the stiff-looking high angel.

"boom!!"

The heavy car slammed into the angel. Although it couldn't cause fatal damage, the enormous impact successfully knocked him back, interrupting his attack.

“Castio!” Dean shouted, leaning out of the car window.

Castio endured the pain and got up without hesitation. He quickly scratched his palm with his fingernail, and angel blood gushed out.

He quickly carved a complex and ancient rune array on the ground—an angel teleportation array.

"come on in!"

"Castio roared, and the teleportation array began to emit a strong white light."

Dean jumped out of the car, and Sam picked up Jesse, who was exhausted from using her strength and could barely stand. The three of them quickly rushed into the range of the teleportation array.

The white light engulfed their figures.

Before disappearing completely, Jesse glanced back at the chaotic factory and the angry angels in the sky. For the first time, a seriousness and understanding beyond his years appeared on his small face.

At that moment, he finally understood.

The power within him meant he couldn't hide like an ordinary child; trouble would relentlessly pursue him until he truly faced it.

Dodging is useless.

The next second, the light faded away.

The abandoned factory was left in ruins, with the unwilling voices of the angels from heaven and the howls of hellhounds, followed by a great battle between light and black mist.

The angels who failed are taking their anger out on the devil.

At the entrance of Morrick Manor, four figures appeared somewhat disheveled and, led by Hannah, entered the safe house beneath the manor.

The angel teleportation array's teleportation is random, so they had to dodge and evade as they went.

Jesse looked at the unfamiliar walls filled with incantations around him and knew he was safe for the time being.

At this moment, he looked curiously at the owner of the huge manor in front of him, his mood still not recovered, and he looked exhausted.

Jesse also sensed an unyielding and powerful force emanating from this man, a force he had never felt from angels or demons.

It wasn't that this power was particularly strong; he couldn't discern that. But this power didn't belong to angels or demons; he lacked the sense of restraint or kinship, which significantly weakened his own power.

He was curled up in an armchair covered with a thick blanket, sipping the hot cocoa that Mrs. Hannah had specially prepared for him, his body still trembling slightly.

The relentless pursuit, the loss of control over his power, and the alternating shifts between heaven and hell placed an unbearable burden on the ten-year-old's mind.

Wu Heng sat quietly opposite him, without urging him, just waiting patiently.

Dean leaned against the door, wiping his dagger with a wary look in his eyes, while Sam and Castio exchanged information in hushed tones, the atmosphere heavy.

After a long silence, Jesse put down his cup, looked up, and his blue eyes were filled with confusion and fear: "Why...why do they all want me?"

"Is my power a bad thing?"

He remembered how he had almost killed Dean, and how easily the demon had been wiped out. His little face was filled with self-doubt. Although he was young, he knew what a church was and what angels were.

Heaven, which has always symbolized salvation, sees him as an enemy.

Wu Heng sat down, looking at Jesse with a calm gaze: "Jesse, your power itself is neither good nor bad."

"It's just a tool, a very special tool."

He stretched out his finger and drew a balance pattern in the air. One side was pure white light, and the other side was deep black light. However, the balance was not completely balanced. The black light side sank slightly and emitted unstable fluctuations.

"Look at this scale. It represents the rules of this world. The order of heaven is white light, the chaos of hell is black light, and your birth, Jesse, stems from a loophole in the rules."

"The demon, in a state of possession, defiled the pure human bloodline. Coupled with a specific time, this broke a certain taboo of balance. Therefore, you inherited this 'imbalance,' and your power is the manifestation of this 'rule imbalance.'"

"That is, what they call the power of the 'Antichrist'."

Jesse looked at the illusion of the scales with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

“It is precisely because your power originates from imbalance,” Wu Heng continued to explain. “The power of angels is based on divine order, and your power can ‘neutralize’ it; the power of demons originates from darkness and chaos, and your power shares the same origin with it to some extent, but it is more uncontrollable and corrosive due to its ‘unbalanced’ nature.”

"This is why Lucifer both wants you and may not be able to completely control you."

Wu Heng put away the illusion and his tone became serious: "But this power is like an untamed wild horse. It controls you now, instead of you controlling it."

“If you continue like this, no matter what your true intentions are, it could lead to irreversible consequences, or even bring destruction, just as Heaven fears.”

Jesse lowered her head, looking at her hands, her voice trembling with tears: "What should I do? I don't want to hurt anyone?"

“Learn to control it.” Wu Heng’s voice carried a reassuring strength. “I can help you, but you have to walk this path yourself. How about we make a deal?”

Jesse looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I will select three events for you where you are simultaneously corrupted and entangled by the powers of angels and demons,” Wu Heng said. “These are both troublesome and a touchstone for you to practice controlling your powers.”

"You need to solve them yourself, and in the process, learn how to discern and guide, rather than being driven by the instinct of power."

"If you can successfully complete the three trials, it will prove that you have initially mastered this power. I will give you a gift, a talisman that can help you shield your own aura."

"At that time, as long as you don't actively expose yourself, Heaven and Hell will find it very difficult to find you, and you will have a certain degree of freedom." (End of Chapter)