Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sir."

"The first time it was ten times, the second time it was once, and according to energy monitoring, the glove was always kept at a low load, and no obvious backlash fluctuations or signs of energy disturbance were detected."

"What about the community's defense system?"

"It's incredibly complex, like having prepared at least three countermeasures for every possible attack method we might have. At the very least, it would take at least a month of targeted design and deployment."

Raphael fell silent.

One month.

In other words, long before they officially began targeting Lor Morrick, he was already building fortresses for his own people.

Their two attacks were less a test and more like following a script written by the other side, as if every step had been planned and anticipated.

What angered him even more was the strategic failure.

This entire plan to seize the power of the Antichrist is based on the premise that 'the stronger the glove, the greater the backlash.'

They deliberately used moderate-intensity attacks to force Wu Heng to use gloves, hoping that quantitative changes would lead to qualitative changes, allowing the backlash to accumulate to an out-of-control critical point.

But now?

Wu Heng used minimal gloves and the advantage of the pre-arranged environment to easily resolve the crisis and even harvest their combat power as materials.

It feels like you've meticulously set a trap, but not only did your prey not fall in, they also conveniently dismantled the trap, sold it for scrap metal, and then turned back to you with a smile, saying, "Anything else?"

“He’s mocking us,” Raphael said slowly. “He’s using the lowest cost to achieve the greatest results, while showing us that he can deal with us even without relying on that glove.”

The commander asked in a low voice, "Should the final attack plan continue? What if the backlash from the glove doesn't trigger as we expect?"

“Continue!” Raphael’s eyes deepened.

"But adjust your strategy. Since he is good at using the environment and planning ahead, next time, we will put him in a place where he cannot plan ahead or use the environment, forcing him to use the gloves to the fullest extent."

"You mean"

“Deep within Hell, in the rifts of Purgatory,” Raphael said, enunciating each word clearly. “It’s a place where rules are chaotic, and any pre-set traps will fail. And what if we ‘temporarily cooperate’ with Hell? Lucifer would probably like that glove too, wouldn’t he?”

The commander's wings fluttered: "Cooperate with Hell? This..."

“It’s just a temporary mutual exploitation,” Raphael said coldly.

"Pass down the message: activate the 'Twilight Protocol' and inform Lucifer's messenger that Heaven is willing to conduct a limited joint hunt with them in the Purgatory Rift region."

Meanwhile, at Morrick Manor.

Wu Heng looked at the encrypted communication from Paradise that 'Internet Addiction' had just decrypted, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

“Twilight Protocol. Purgatory Rift,” he murmured to himself, “Finally, it’s come to this.”

Dean, wiping his newly acquired shotgun reinforced with angel materials, looked up and asked, "Where will they make their move next?"

“A place where I can’t set up too many traps in advance,” Wu Heng said, “a place they think will force me to use my gloves to the fullest extent.”

"Then are we still going?"

“Go.” Wu Heng stood up and walked deeper into the laboratory. “Not only will I go, but I will also bring them a ‘big gift’.”

"Dean, inform Sam and Castio to start the first phase of Project Ark."

“It’s time to let Heaven and Hell see what true human rebellion looks like.” His gaze fell on the center of the laboratory, where a device resembling a car engine was being installed and was about to be fully assembled. It was filled with a large number of gears and incantation metal symbols.

At first glance, it has a mysterious, steamy feel to it.

The latest entry in the work log next to it reads:

The prototype of the 'Compensator' is complete. Test results show it can withstand 70% of the backlash load from the main glove for 12 minutes, enough to fight a tough battle and make the enemy think we're about to collapse.

Wu Heng picked up the gloves and said softly, "Balanced Power represents more than just gloves; it's merely a vehicle."

The wind along Walsh Highway 1 carried a dry chill. This was the eastern edge of the Witcher Guild's regular patrol route, only thirty kilometers from the western defense line of Morrick Manor, right at the intersection of the two sides' daily activities.

The first to notice something amiss were a five-person patrol team from the guild.

"Captain, the detector has gone mad!" The young witcher held up the buzzing psionic detector in his hand, its pointer spinning wildly. "The readings are off the charts, but they're also very chaotic, like a mixture of various high-level evil energies."

The captain, a seasoned veteran with a scarred face, squinted at the eerie black mist churning deep within the canyon.

The fog contained both dark red and pale white.

"Something's wrong. Retreat! Notify the guild headquarters and the manor immediately!" The old hunter's intuition made him speak decisively.

Almost simultaneously, alarms blared in the monitoring room of Morrick Manor.

The synthesized voice of 'Internet Addiction' quickly reported: "A high-intensity complex energy reaction has been detected in the Walsh Highway 1 area. Probability analysis: 91.3% of the time it is a man-made decoy anomaly."

Wu Heng stood in front of the light screen, looking calmly at the chaotic signal source that stood out conspicuously on the energy spectrum.

“They’ve chosen a good spot,” he said softly. “Dean, Sam.”

"exist!"

"Act according to Plan Seven."

"Dean is leading the first squad to approach from the guild direction, while Sam is leading the second squad from the manor direction. They are maintaining communication, but once they enter the highway area, all transmissions will be disrupted."

"understand!"

“Remember,” Wu Heng put on his now-famous balancing gloves, “no matter what you see, maintain formation and advance step by step. We have to take the bait, but we need to know where the hook is.”

An hour later, deep in the canyon.

Dean's team was the first to reach the thickest part of the black fog, where an irregular crack appeared in the ground, from which dark red light seeped out, and countless painful howls and roars could be faintly heard.

“The entrance to hell, just opened,” Dean spat. “The workmanship is crude, like it was deliberately made so conspicuous.”

Dean told Wu Heng about the situation. When Wu Heng arrived, the crack suddenly expanded, and an irresistible suction force originating from the level of rules grabbed everything within a radius of a hundred meters like an invisible giant hand!
"President!"

"Hold on!"

But Wu Heng did not resist; darkness swallowed all perception.

Hell, the deepest level, at the edge of endless earth.

The sky was dark red, the earth was hardened, sulfur and bones were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with an intense sense of despair and madness.

far away,

The black demonic tide surged like a tsunami, formed from the numb souls of low-ranking demons, a mindless torrent capable of overwhelming the demon army. (End of Chapter)