Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Raphael!"

Hiding away, Dean's eyes turned cold upon seeing the scene before him; he immediately understood what Castio had gone through.

Just then, Raphael's projection slowly condensed again, as if it wanted to make a final effort, or perhaps it sensed Castio's wavering and was preparing to apply even greater pressure.

"It seems you need some help making a decision, Castio!" the projected voice announced.

"He does not need it!"

Dean leaped out from behind the tree, the dagger in his hand, soaked in 'exorcising source water', carrying an order-expelling power that belonged neither to heaven nor hell, and hurled it directly at the projection that was not yet fully solidified.

"Dean~!" Raphael's projection saw the person who came and was both surprised and angry, raising his hand to block.

This human ant dared to attack him, but since this guy was the 'human body' chosen by Michael, he really couldn't do anything about Dean.

The strange power contained in the Demon Hunter's Dagger collided with the holy light projection, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound, causing the projection to shake and become unstable.

Almost simultaneously, Wu Heng appeared beside Dean like a ghost.

He didn't even look at the projection; he just waved his hand casually.

A force, a mixture of evil spirits, coldness, deathly silence, and various other divine powers, slammed down on the swaying projection like an invisible giant hand.

"boom!"

Raphael's projection of twenty percent of his power couldn't even utter a complete sentence before it shattered like broken glass under the force that far exceeded the capacity of his current projection form.

They turned into countless specks of light and disappeared completely.

Castio watched the dissipating projection, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Dean and Wu Heng with eyes full of gratitude and lingering fear.

"It seems Heaven has confirmed Jesse's information," Wu Heng said calmly, turning to leave. "Prepare well, Jesse's first trial begins tonight."

Jesse chose an abandoned church fifty miles from the manor as the location for his first trial.

According to guild intelligence, this place was originally a small holy site, but many years ago a priest was tempted and corrupted by a demon. He committed suicide after performing a dark ritual in the church, which caused the place to be simultaneously contaminated by the remaining holiness and the powerful resentment of the demon, forming a strange 'double contamination zone'.

There are frequent reports of entrants going insane or dying mysteriously.

In the night,
The abandoned church resembled a black monster lying prone on the hill, its broken cross pointing askew at the bright crescent moon.

Dean was driving, with Sam in the passenger seat and Castio and Jesse, who was tightly hugging the Iron Man doll, in the back.

“Remember, Jesse,” Sam turned around and earnestly instructed, “your goal is to purify or balance the aberrant energy there, not to destroy it.”

"Feel them, and try to guide your power with your will, like adjusting the flow of water from a faucet, rather than smashing the pipe."

Jesse nodded vigorously, his palms sweating involuntarily.

As the four stepped into the church grounds, a strange aura, a mixture of decay, heat, and a strong smell of sulfur, hit them.

The interior of the church was even more gloomy.

The broken bench was leaning precariously, the stained glass windows were reduced to empty frames, and on the altar directly in front of it hung an inverted cross covered in black grease and cobwebs.

Below the altar, they saw the heart of the matter: a semi-transparent spirit dressed in tattered priest's robes.

At times, its face contorted, emitting demonic whispers and roars; at other times, it revealed an expression of pain and remorse, uttering faint prayers. Within its spirit, light and darkness, like two venomous snakes, constantly intertwined and tore at each other.

This guy could be described as a half-saint, half-demon monster, somewhat similar to Jessica's state, which is why he was chosen.

“This is it,” Castio whispered. “A fallen soul bound by its own inner demons and the residual power of the possessed demon.”

Jesse took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He closed his eyes, trying to recall Wu Heng's teachings, feeling the restless power within his body. He reached out, pointed at the tormented spirit, concentrated his mind, and whispered, "Reverse."

A powerful force of will surged forth, attempting to peel away and dissolve the dark parts within the spirit.

Initially, the results were remarkable.

The dark energy within the spirit began to dissipate like ice and snow meeting the sun, and the pained expression on the priest's spirit's face eased slightly.

However, just when Jesse thought success was in sight, the suppressed dark energy seemed to come alive.

It launched a fierce counterattack!
They no longer tried to resist the 'reversal', but instead followed the power of the Word of Power released by Jesse, like a poisonous vine, and eroded and linked to Jesse's consciousness in the opposite direction!

"Ugh!" Jesse groaned, feeling a cold, violent, and seductive whisper explode directly in the depths of his mind.

"Look who you are, child! You are one of us! Darkness is your breeding ground, chaos is your symphony!"

Why suppress yourself? Embrace this power, and see, the future is in your hands!

Accompanied by eerie sounds, in an instant, Jesse's vision shifted from a dilapidated church to a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

He stood atop a mountain of bones, the remains of angels and demons crawling at his feet. Lucifer laughed wildly beside him, and with a wave of his hand, the city turned to ashes, and humanity howled like ants.
He felt his power expanding infinitely in the illusion, and the thrill of controlling and destroying everything assaulted his young mind like a drug.

This feeling surpasses the pleasure that addicts experience.

In ancient times, emperors could kill their own brothers and abandon all kinship in order to satisfy their desires, but the power that Jesse currently enjoys far exceeds that of the emperor.

This is a force capable of overturning humanity; it is the great power that originates from within itself!
“No, this isn’t me,” Jesse struggled internally.

However, the demonic bloodline within him was completely activated by this illusion, resonating with the dark energy that was encroaching upon him.

The force field around him began to become unstable, emitting an ominous blackish-red light. His eyes were gradually being eroded by the crimson light, and a ferocity that did not match his age was revealed on his small face.

"Jesse, calm down!" Sam was shocked to see this and tried to step forward, but was forced back by the uncontrollable power emanating from Jesse.

"He suffered a backlash!"

Castio tried to soothe her with angelic power, but the pure light only fueled the fire, further stimulating the restless demonic blood within Jesse.

Jesse raised his hand, no longer targeting the spirit, but pointing indiscriminately at the void. Power gathered wildly at his fingertips, about to erupt out of control again.

The black and red energy around him raged like a storm, and his small body was constantly tempted by the whispers in his mind.

Something was hidden inside the priest's body.

When Jesse came into contact with the evil spirit, a faint, transparent fragment traveled along his thoughts and entered his mind.

It is a fragment of Lucifer's will. (End of Chapter)