Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Dean, Sam, flank the demon forces from the side."

"Bobby, continue defending the front and switch to delaying tactics."

As for those two hell lords

Wu Heng looked at Gracka and Nex, who were charging towards him in a rage because the flesh demon had fallen, and four colors of light simultaneously shone on his glove:
"I'll handle it personally."

On two battlefields, one in reality and one in the territorial portal, the three forces of witchers, angels, and demons are locked in a fierce melee.

Blood soaked the soil, holy light, metal and fel energy intertwined, and the roars of humans and the howls of demons resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Two hours later.

The battlefield within the Gates of Hell, the embers of gunpowder slowly settle.

Wu Heng stood between the shattered ground and the demon's corpse. The light on the balancing glove on his right hand gradually faded, but the chilling pressure did not dissipate.

Behind him, the remaining Witcher troops, under Reno's command, were treating the wounded and reinforcing the defenses.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, sulfur, and burnt metal.

"Guild Master, the demonic tide has temporarily receded, but it is still gathering on the outskirts, and its numbers are constantly being replenished. These guys are like locusts." Renault walked over with a deep, bone-revealing wound on his face, which had been urgently stitched up by the medic. He seemed to feel no pain.

"There are at least ten thousand left!"

Wu Heng nodded.

He walked toward the Gates of Hell, the solidified fissure with its edges covered in cooled magma.

The crimson light of hell within the gate still surged, and the whispers and roars of countless demons could be faintly heard coming from the soil.

These soils are like dead flesh and blood.

“They will come again,” Wu Heng said calmly. “More than once!”

He raised his gloved right hand, palm down, and pressed it onto the ground.

A gray, balancing force surged from his palm like a living thing, seeped into the soil, and spread outwards along the earth's veins.

Then, something unexpected happened!
The shadow behind Wu Heng began to wriggle, expand, and detach from the ground.

The shadow materialized before everyone's astonished eyes:

It has countless tentacles that burst forth from the ground, woven from shadows, the divine, hellish energy, and some other deeper power.

They are as thick as giant pythons, covered with ferocious scales and barbs, and some of their tentacles have structures resembling eyes or mouthparts at the ends, exuding a terrifying aura that is a contradiction between the sacred and the evil.

This is Wu Heng's power incarnation, the Puppet Evil Spirit.

The tentacles intertwined and coiled behind Wu Heng, eventually forming a huge, ferocious, yet eerily majestic throne.

The throne's armrests are two intertwined tentacles, while the backrest is an open, enormous vertical pupil composed of alien light and shadow.

Wu Heng turned around and sat on the tentacle throne.

The moment his body touched the throne, the entire balance field, including the real world portion and the Hell Defense area, trembled slightly.

An invisible force field emanated from him, covering a radius of ten kilometers around Hell. The demons surrounding the area five kilometers away instantly fled, and those who couldn't escape froze in place, silently losing their breath, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"This is...!" A young witcher instinctively took a half step back.

“Don’t be afraid.” Renault pressed down on the young man’s shoulder, his voice carrying a strange reverence. “Look closely, that is the power of our guild leader, the ‘god’ who guards this door.”

Indeed, although the tentacle throne looked ferocious and terrifying, it was just like the fierce-looking statues of heavenly kings guarding the gates of heaven in Eastern temples.

Every demon hunter present looked at Wu Heng sitting above, and what welled up in their hearts was not fear, but an unprecedented sense of security.

Just as when people see those ferocious statues of the Heavenly Kings, they know that they are the righteous gods who suppress demons.

Wu Heng is the 'true god' of the Demon Hunter Guild, their guild leader, and the pillar of this battlefield spanning two worlds.

The three captured demon lords—the fire demon Gracka, the shadow demon Nex, and the gravity demon Morton—were tightly bound and suppressed by tentacles, pressed down on the chair like three giant stepping stones.

Their agonizing cries were absorbed and transformed by the tentacles into energy to maintain the field. At the same time, the demon lord-level pressure they emitted acted like the most conspicuous warning sign, deterring the restless demon tides on the periphery.

With Wu Heng in charge, coupled with the power of faith that the Witcher troops had gathered after their regrouping, and the power of the 'Antichrist' rule invoked by the field itself, this area was impregnable.

Even if Lucifer himself were to arrive, he would be blocked by this complex repulsive force field.

"Hell is temporarily at peace." Wu Heng's voice traveled through the force field across the defense line, "but I cannot leave. If I leave, the surrounding demons will launch a full-scale attack immediately. The affairs of the real world will temporarily depend on you."

"Once the defenses here are reinforced, I will be able to leave."

His gaze fell on Dean and Sam, who had just returned from the battlefield.

Both of them were injured; Dean's left arm hung limply, and Sam had a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his forehead, but his eyes were still bright.

“There’s a problem in the real world.” Wu Heng looked at the two of them. “The ‘Internet addiction’ monitoring system has detected that low-level monsters such as ogres and shapeshifters are gathering at the same location in a regular pattern.”

"A large number of civilian casualties have occurred along the way, and even a witcher squad was ambushed and killed. This matter has been raised to the highest priority."

"For details, please refer to the announcement regarding internet addiction."

"Looks like we just finished Hell difficulty and now we have to go back to fighting monsters." Dean spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Hopefully they're tough enough, otherwise it won't be fun going back to Beginner difficulty after clearing Hell difficulty."

“Don’t underestimate the enemy, Dean.” Sam had already opened his tablet to check the briefing from the internet addict, his brow furrowed. “And something’s not right this time. These monsters aren’t usually this organized. There must be someone or something controlling them from behind.”

"Do you need Castio to come along?" Dean asked. "He knows more about the movements of angels and demons."

The two turned to look and found Castio standing at the edge of the defensive line, his head slightly tilted, as if listening to sounds in the air that ordinary people could not hear.

His expression was unusually solemn.

A few seconds later, Castio walked over and spoke quickly: "Something has happened in Heaven. The internal communication channels are completely in chaos. The information I received indicates that at least two archangels have fallen."

"The Heavenly Council is convening urgently, and all angels on the field have been ordered to return to report for duty or enter a state of high alert."

He paused, then looked at Dean: "You suspect that Heaven is also manipulating this behind the scenes?"

"I'm not sure, but I have to go back to Heaven, not just because of orders. I need to know what exactly happened, and this time it might involve factions and choosing sides. If something major has really happened in Heaven, it could affect the entire war." (End of Chapter)