Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Raphael's target was Sam. Dean tried to rush over, but Uriel held him back tightly. Castio was surrounded by two angels and couldn't help himself.

Just as Sam was about to be attacked, Castio suddenly abandoned his defense and took a sharp blow from the angel on his left. His shoulder was pierced, but he used the force to lunge at Raphael.

She then crashed into Raphael's arms, clinging tightly to his arm and forcefully changing the direction of the energy ball Raphael had launched. The energy ball flew diagonally upwards, piercing the ceiling and blasting a large hole in the roof.

Raphael flew into a rage, pressing his other hand down on Castio's head: "You're asking for it!"

Holy light erupted, and Castio's entire body convulsed violently. The power of the archangel caused light to seep from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but he did not let go. Instead, he raised his head and shouted to Dean, "Now!"

Dean didn't hesitate. He abandoned his defense and took Uriel's attack head-on. The blade pierced his side, and a sharp pain shot through him, but he used the momentum to lunge onto the sofa.

At the same time, the Demon Hunter Blade slashed down.

It's not about cutting Adam, but about cutting the chains.

The moment the blade touched the chains, the angelic purifying power within Adam erupted, shattering the chains inch by inch. Adam collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Seeing this, Raphael immediately abandoned the dying Castio and turned to Dean.

"Since you insist on protecting him, then we'll die together."

An even greater holy light condensed in his hand, this time with a significantly increased energy intensity; he was about to strike.

Dean stood in front of Adam, raised his Demon Hunter Blade, and prepared to take the hit head-on.

Raphael unleashed a beam of light, but it missed Dean.

Because at the last second, a figure blocked Dean's path.

It's Castio.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he got up and used his last bit of power to teleport in front of Dean, unfolding his tattered wings of light and taking the fatal attack head-on.

The light wing projection behind them shattered.

Castio's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the wall, and slid down, leaving a bowl-sized penetrating wound on his chest, the edges of which were still burning with holy light flames.

"Cassie!" Dean and Sam shouted at the same time.

Raphael stared expressionlessly at the dying Castio: "A foolish choice."

He raised his hand again, ready to deliver the final blow.

But he stopped halfway up his hand.

It wasn't him who stopped; his body suddenly stiffened, his expression froze, his pupils dilated, as if suppressed by some more powerful force.

Not only him, but also Uriel and the other three high angels were all frozen in place, like insects frozen in amber.

The air inside the house began to distort.

The temperature dropped sharply and then rose sharply again, and the light was unpredictable.

An immense, indescribable pressure descended from the sky, not through a portal, but directly into this small living room.

Even Dean and Sam felt short of breath, as if a huge boulder was pressing on their chests.

Then, a voice rang out.

It wasn't heard through the ears, but resounded directly in the mind, calm, cold, and carrying an unquestionable authority.

"That's enough, that's not how the game is played."

Raphael's expression shifted from stiff to fear: "Lucifer?"

"That's not how the game is played." A middle-aged man slowly appeared, his thin, ordinary face making Raphael feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Because this is Lucifer, the true King of Hell. "Raphael, I told you before, this won't work." At the same time, a gentle voice and a young figure appeared beside Raphael.

Michael appeared, dressed in a green jacket, and looked at Lucifer in front of him: "My brother, you are too ignorant, daring to go against Father's opinion."

“I raised you and took care of you. It was not my intention to lay a hand on you, but I had no choice but to do so for my father’s sake.” He then turned to look at Raphael. “Let’s end this kidnapping farce here, as a way of giving my brother face.”

“You and I should leave here. It’s not time for admonition yet.” A complex cross appeared on Michael’s forehead, his eyes gleaming with blue light as he stared expressionlessly at Lucifer.

"You really are obedient, no wonder you're the eldest son." Lucifer smiled contemptuously at Raffi, but his body vanished on the spot.

Michael gave Castio, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, a deep look, but said nothing. He simply disappeared on the spot with Raphael and the other angels.

If he hadn't appeared here, Lucifer would have definitely killed all the angels, including Raphael.

After they disappeared, the oppressive aura also dissipated.

A farce ended.

Dean knelt on the ground, clutching the wound on his side. Blood seeped from between his fingers, the angel's alien power slowing down the healing process.

Sam rushed over to support him, and used his other hand to check on Adam; thankfully, he was just overly frightened.

“Castio.” Dean looked at the corner of the wall.

Castio lay on the ground, the penetrating wound in his chest still burning slowly, but the flames had shrunk considerably.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils dilated, but he was still alive, barely alive.

"Why?" Dean crawled over and grabbed Castio's hand. "Why the hell did you do this?"

Castio struggled to turn his eyes to Dean, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.

“Because you will do the right thing.” His voice was weak, and specks of light floated from his lips with each word. “And I want to see…that world.”

His eyes closed.

“Castio Cass!” Dean kept shaking him, but there was no response. His breathing was weak, and his heartbeat was almost imperceptible, but there was still a faint pulse.

Sam took out his emergency medical kit and poured a whole bottle of guild-made healing potion onto Castio's chest.

The potion sizzled upon contact with the wound, temporarily halting the further erosion by the holy light, but the penetrating wound was too deep; the potion could only prolong its life.

"We have to take him back, find Bobby, find Lorre," Dean stammered.

“The car’s outside.” Sam helped Castillo up. “Adam, can you walk?”

Adam nodded, struggled to his feet, his legs still trembling.

They stumbled out of the house, and before leaving, Dean took one last look back at his childhood home, even though it was just a fake replica, a trap set by angels.

But he also glanced at Castillo.

That angel who was always hesitant, always conflicted, and always trying to balance both sides made the most decisive choice today.

The price could be life.

Humanity versus Hell, on the front lines, on the tentacle throne, Wu Heng slightly turned his head to look at the real world.

He sensed the movement in heaven, though only for a moment, but the fluctuations were clear enough.

At the same time, he also sensed that Crowley's actions were becoming more frequent. Deep within hell, Lucifer's power was fluctuating more and more violently, like a trapped beast madly pounding against its cage.

And Castio's crisis.
it's time!

Wu Heng slowly rose from the throne. (End of Chapter)