Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng's eyes turned slightly cold, but he did not stop: "Continue to complete the modification. If it's exposed, so be it. Let them come."

He pressed the communicator: "Bobby, the command post location may have been exposed. Strengthen the surrounding defenses. Also, there may be guests at high altitude. Have the air defense team prepare."

Hell's Front, outside the fortress.

The charge of five thousand demons was like a black tsunami; they had no tactics, only sheer numbers and madness.

Low-level demon minions and hellhounds charged at the forefront, using their bodies to wear down the fortress's energy barrier; mid-level black-eyed demons and demon mages unleashed ranged attacks from the rear.

Of the three demon lords, two went to ambush in the passage, but one remained with the main force. It was a huge, fleshy demon, as big as a hill, whose every stomp cracked the ground.

The energy barrier is riddled with cracks.

The technician controlling the barrier typed rapidly on the control panel, sweat pouring down his forehead: "Energy output is at 130%, any higher and it will overload!"

"Then overload!" Commander Raynor roared. "If the barrier shatters, we'll all die!"

Outside the barrier, the demon hunters fired wildly from behind cover.

Enchanted bullets pierced the demons' skin, salt bullets caused spirit-like monsters to wail and dissipate, and newly issued 'Balance Grenades' exploded in areas densely populated with demons, briefly creating an energy silence zone that temporarily deprived demons within its range of their special abilities.

But there were too many demons, and every second a demon hunter fell.

In the communications room, Bobby stared at a dozen split-screen displays, his voice hoarse as he coordinated: "Sector C-7 needs reinforcements, Sector D-3 is running out of salt bombs, transfer all the stockpiled anti-magic bullets to the frontal breach! Yes, all of them!"

The logistics officer's voice was filled with despair: "Bobby Barrier-Breaking ammunition is down to 12,000 rounds, and neutralizing grenades are less than 200. At the current rate of consumption, we can only last for half an hour at most."

half an hour.

Bobby closed his eyes, then opened them again with a resolute look: "Then let's make sure they never dare to come back for the next thirty years in this half hour. Execute the order!"

High in the sky, above the clouds.

Just as Ryan had predicted, the energy fluctuations in the field revealed the location of the command post.

But there were more than expected, including more than a hundred demon variants called "Night Demons" with bat wings on their backs that could fly, as well as six high-ranking angels.

They had clearly been lurking nearby, waiting for their chance.

“Target confirmed.” The leading angel had four pairs of wings of light and held a long spear burning with pure white flames. “The core control room of the Gates of Hell. Once it is destroyed, this strange field will be gone.”

The Night Demons let out a shriek and swooped down first, then they crashed into an invisible wall.

No, it's not a wall, but a field recognition force field that has just been modified.

All the supernatural beings within 500 meters of the ground—including the Night Demon and the Angels—simultaneously emitted a dazzling halo of light.

Nightmares are dark red, angels are gold, standing out ridiculously brightly in the twilight sky like neon lights suddenly lit up.

"What?!" the four-winged angel exclaimed in shock and anger.

On the air defense position, David grinned as he looked at the hundreds of bright spots that suddenly appeared on the radar screen: "Hey, they're really here! All anti-aircraft turrets, lock onto the brightest targets and fire them like crazy!"

The automatic anti-aircraft turrets deployed in various locations began to rotate, and the muzzles lit up with the glow of charging.

The next second, a storm of dozens of metal bullets, infused with the power of balance, shot into the sky!

Caught off guard, the seven Nightmares were hit directly and exploded into burning fragments in mid-air.

The angels hastily erected shields, but the shields flickered violently under the intense barrage of fire.

The high-altitude attack has been temporarily averted, but the crisis at the Gates of Hell continues.

Because the barrier outside the fortress has broken!

Instead of slowly dissipating, it shattered like glass into countless fragments of light. The flesh demon roared in victory and strode towards the fortress's main gate, where nothing stood in its way.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of the shattered barrier.

It's Wu Heng!
A tiny human figure, so small on this battlefield, even compared to the fleshy demon opposite.

But it silenced the entire battlefield for a moment.

It was as if something had been paused for a moment, followed by an even more frenzied roar. The ground began to form ranks; these demons had gone mad.

Wu Heng wore the balancing glove on his right hand and had his left hand in his trench coat pocket, calmly watching the oncoming demonic tide.

“Do you know why this field is called ‘balance’?” he said softly, as if talking to himself. “Not because it’s impartial, but because…”

On the gloves, the dark red representing 'war' and the grayish-white representing 'death' were both illuminated to their fullest extent.

"It can tip the scales of victory in our favor."

Then he pushed his hands forward.

A wave of mixed two colors of energy swept forward like a tsunami.

Wherever it passed, low-level demons vanished like pencil marks erased by an eraser; mid-level demons were torn apart with howls; even flesh demons had to stop and use their massive arms to protect themselves.

The energy wave swept across the battlefield, clearing a vacuum zone with a radius of 100 meters.

Immediately afterwards, a ghastly green 'plague' light appeared on Wu Heng's gloves.

An inconspicuous green line shot towards the flesh demon lord. The moment it struck its massive body, the hard shell that was supposed to withstand the bombardment of an angel's blade began to corrode and peel off at a visible speed.

"Now!" Wu Heng stretched out his hand and said coldly.

Renault seized the opportunity: "All heavy firepower, aim at that big guy's wound, fire!"

Artillery fire, energy beams, and specially designed armor-piercing shells rained down on the flesh demon's exposed, vulnerable abdomen.

It let out a deafening roar of pain, and its massive body began to collapse.

The defense line has finally stabilized for the time being.

But everyone knows that this is not the end; this is only the beginning.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, the six high-ranking angels suddenly changed their target when they saw that the main force of Hell was injured and the Witcher was also at his last gasp.

The four-winged angel pointed his spear: "Execute the 'Purification Protocol,' targeting the remaining forces of Hell and all contaminated human strongholds."

These guys actually turned around and attacked the Night Demons who had come with them.

"What on earth are these treacherous bastards trying to do!" David was stunned. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't understand why these guys had suddenly started killing each other.

Although it was strange to describe the hybrid of angels and demons as 'fighting each other,' he simply couldn't comprehend the mindset of these bird-like beings.

"What do they want to do?"

"This, Vice President, shall we continue shooting?" The demon hunter standing to the side was also dumbfounded.

"Save your bullets, let's watch the show, let them fight like dogs."

Although David didn't know why, he believed that these birdmen were definitely not there to help humans.

Wu Heng looked at the demon army that stood motionless, afraid to approach any further, and pulled out his right hand to press the communicator. (End of Chapter)