Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"what happened?!"

"my power."

"Enemy attack or reinforcement?"

Taking advantage of the moment when both sides were in chaos and panic due to the inexplicable weakening of their power, Dean and Sam, like tigers released from their cages, led the Witcher team in a surprise attack!

The battle was almost entirely one-sided.

Already suspicious of each other and weakened by battle, the angels and witches were utterly helpless against the well-coordinated and prepared witchers.

Soon, only the shattered wings of angels and the scattered vessels of witches remained in the cemetery.

David emerged from the shadows, surveying the battlefield before him with piercing, cold eyes. He addressed Dean and Sam, "Have everyone clean it up and announce that the traitors and enemy contacts involved in the ambush, who were fighting amongst themselves over the spoils, have been discovered and eliminated by our patrol."

Dean wiped the blood splattered on his face and grinned. "Got it, a lucky tactical victory."

David nodded.

This veteran, who had experienced World War II and participated in the Pacific landing operation on Okinawa, and who then served as a Witcher for 50 years after his retirement, once again led the elimination of this internal cancer and struck at the enemy with minimal losses.

After the battle,

Deep beneath Morrick Manor, the quarantine zone where the Knights of the Apocalypse were imprisoned was quieter than usual.

The air was filled with the faint hum of the 'Balance' spell array. The four specially made cells were like silent tombstones. One of them was empty, while the other three imprisoned the manifestations of the three knights: War, Famine, and Plague.

Kyle is in charge of today's patrol.

He carried a patrol kit containing a sprayer of 'exorcising source water' and walked slowly along the inscribed corridor, his boots making a rhythmic clatter on the metal floor.

As he passed the Famine Knight's cell, he habitually glanced at the observation window.

Inside the cell, an ordinary-looking, emaciated old man was huddled in a corner, looking more listless than usual, seemingly chewing something unconsciously.

He uttered a faint murmur of "I'm so hungry."
The incantation on the outer wall of the prison cell was flowing smoothly, and the energy reading was within a safe threshold.

"Just stay put, old man," Kyle muttered, continuing forward.

He didn't notice that the runes on the surface of an energy conduit at the base of the cell, which should have been connected to the central balancing array, were almost one percent dimmer than those on the adjacent conduits. This was the result of Wu Heng's personal adjustment during a routine maintenance three days ago.

Just as Kyle turned the corner of the corridor and the footsteps faded into the distance, the Famine Knight's languid form suddenly froze.

His deep brown pupils, set in sunken eye sockets, were fixed on the slightly dim tube.

For the past seventy-two hours, it had been secretly accumulating strength, like a seed patiently waiting for rain in the desert, and finally it sensed it!
The pressure transmitted through this conduit exhibited periodic, extremely subtle fluctuations.

Although each fluctuation lasts for less than 0.3 seconds and the amplitude is negligible, for this conceptual embodiment, it is a crack, an opportunity.

It was waiting for the moment when the patrolmen had passed by and their attention had shifted.

"Right now!"

There was no sound, but a powerful 'devouring' intent, like an invisible shockwave, suddenly erupted from the core of the Famine Knight.

Instead of attacking the solid outer wall of the prison, it poured all its accumulated power precisely and frantically into the dimly lit energy conduit!
The incantations on the surface of the catheter suddenly overloaded, emitting a blinding yellow light.

Then, with a crack, a small fissure appeared! Although the cell's self-repair mechanism began to close the fissure instantly, this momentary gap was enough for the Famine Knight to send a small portion of its primordial power, a solidified amber-colored cone of 'hunger', like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, through the conduit and into the energy network beneath the manor.

The alarms blared shrilly throughout the quarantine zone, and red lights flashed frantically!

Almost at the same moment, Wu Heng, who was discussing the details of the subsequent cooperation with the elves at the front line with Sam at the Witcher Guild, suddenly felt the simple amulet on his wrist, which was connected to the core magic circle of the manor, become scalding hot.

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he quickly said to Sam, "Something's changed in the quarantine zone; there's a problem with the famine."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the shadows.

Sam's expression changed. He tucked the demon dagger into the lining of his clothes and rushed towards the door, pressing the communicator at the same time: "Dean, alarm in the manor quarantine zone. It might be a famine. Lor has already gone there!"

A series of loud, chaotic sounds and the sound of running footsteps came through the communicator.

When Sam and Dean rushed into the quarantine corridor of the manor one after the other, the sight they saw made their hearts stop.

The observation window of the Famine Knight's cell was empty. The heavy alloy door of the cell was twisted and deformed, and a chilling aura of hunger could be seen leaking from the cracks.

Even more terrifying, Wu Heng was standing in front of the cell door, his right hand, which was wearing the 'balancing glove', was being tightly bound by a violent energy flow that was mixed with four colors: dark red, earthy yellow, pale green, and silver gray.

This energy flow was like a raging, living python, not only impacting Wu Heng's arm but also attempting to cling to his body. The balancing crystal at the center of the glove flickered wildly, its light extremely unstable.

"Lor!" Dean shouted, raising his gun and aiming it at the cell door, but he didn't know where to fire.

"Don't come any closer!" Wu Heng roared, his voice carrying a sense of oppression they had never heard before, as if he were enduring immense pain.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his face was pale, and the muscles in his gloved right arm were tense and trembling slightly, as if he was using all his strength to fight against the out-of-control energy.

"Its power triggered the backlash from the glove, awakening the instinct for 'Indiscriminate Termination'!"

Just as he said this, the energy that was binding his arm seemed to finally break free of some of its restraints.

A streak of energy, like an out-of-control whip, lashed out to the left side of the corridor, where a row of spare warehouses storing discarded experimental equipment and expired materials stood empty.

"Watch out!" Sam exclaimed.

Wu Heng suddenly pressed his left hand onto his right wrist, as if using all his strength to forcibly reverse the direction of the energy beam that was sweeping towards the backup warehouse, guiding it to blast towards the end of the corridor. That area was an unfinished expansion structure, with only cold rock walls, a true no-man's land.

boom--!!
The mixed energy of four colors slammed solidly into the rock wall.

There was no fire, no explosion, only a strange sound that made your teeth ache, as if matter had been directly erased from the level of existence.

The hard rock wall vanished in an instant, as if it had been erased by a giant, invisible eraser, revealing a deeper, unprocessed layer of soil and rock behind it. The cut was terrifyingly smooth, without any gravel or dust; it simply disappeared into thin air.

Wu Heng, who forcibly reversed the direction of energy, seemed to suffer a huge backlash. He groaned, braced his right hand against the wall, the light on his glove flickering. He gritted his teeth, his body convulsing slightly from the pain, and sweat dripped from his chin.

Dean and Sam watched with bated breath.

They had never seen Wu Heng so 'disheveled', so clearly showing the burden that came with his strength.

"Lorre, how are you?" Sam tried to help him up.

"I can control myself!" Wu Heng gasped, raising his head, his gaze fixed on the twisted cell door. (End of Chapter)