Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“We can’t worry about that now.” Wu Heng’s voice was as cold as iron. “This is a war for survival. Either we concentrate our forces to withstand the general offensive and wait for a counterattack, or we are scattered and annihilated, and humanity is completely overrun. Which do we choose?”

No one can answer.

"Hesitation or soft-heartedness will only result in all the Witchers being killed on their way to provide support, leaving the balance zone without any fighting force."

“Lucifer’s eyes have always been on this. The Apocalypse War has not yet reached its final battle. Let’s bet on Lucifer. Although he dares to disobey God’s command, he will not dare to carry out large-scale destruction of the world.”

With Wu Heng's decisive action, the order was issued instantly.

Cruel, but necessary.

Demon hunter squads from various locations fought and retreated, destroying bridges and roads to slow the advance of the demon-controlled possessed monsters, and bringing together any survivors they could save as they converged on the balance zone.

Along the way, they saw more than one rift in hell in the sky. Lucifer tore open passages in multiple places at the same time, and torrents of demons surged in from all directions.

This is a hunt targeting all those who resist.

The final defensive perimeter outside the Witcher Guild headquarters, at 5 a.m.

As dawn broke, the dark red light of hell tainted the morning glow, and billowing smoke rose on the horizon—dust raised by countless demons on the march, mixed with sulfurous smoke and flames.

The defensive perimeter is divided into three layers: the outermost fortification minefield, the middle layer of building support points, and the innermost area, the Witcher headquarters, a cage-scarred area exuding an ominous aura.

Dean and Sam stood behind the outermost concrete bunker, watching the approaching black tide line in the distance. The wind carried demonic howls, heavy footsteps, and an invisible, suffocating sense of oppression.

"Remember your first demon hunt?" Dean loaded a slug coated with phoenix ash into his shotgun.

“Of course I remember. That was in Illinois, and we encountered a shapeshifter.” Sam checked his rifle scope. “You almost got stabbed through.”

"You saved me."

"You've saved me many times too."

The two brothers looked at each other without saying anything more; everything was understood without words, especially since they hadn't given up yet.

As the black tide line entered the minefield, explosions instantly linked together, flames tore apart the possessed monsters enslaved by the demons in the front row, limbs flying everywhere, while the demons behind continued their charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

Without fear, Lucifer's will suppressed his evil, treacherous instincts.

The heavy machine guns roared, and bullets tainted with exorcism potion wove a web of fire, felling demons in droves. But the sheer number of these monsters was overwhelming; they broke through the minefield and crashed into the fortifications.

Close combat erupts.

Roars, screams, the clanging of metal, the shattering of bones, demonic flames igniting the fortifications, demon hunter blades relentlessly slicing open demons' throats, people falling every second.

Blood soaked the earth, and the air was thick and scorching.

Dean's demon-hunting blade dulled, so he switched to a shotgun and fired at the demon's face. Sam's rifle barrel overheated, and he pulled out his dagger and fell to the ground with the horned demon.

The defenses are crumbling.

"Retreat to the second position!" Bobby's hoarse voice roared over the channel.

The survivors took turns providing cover as they retreated, with the demons in hot pursuit.

The fighting on the second front was even more brutal. Buildings became fortresses and tombs, and demons swarmed in from all directions, even emerging from underground. The demon hunters fought back fiercely, and the casualty figures soared.

Sam's arm was slashed open by claws, revealing deep cuts to the bone. Dean's back was grazed by hellfire, his combat suit charred and his flesh burnt. They stood back to back, panting, watching the ever-growing number of demons around them.

“This time we’ve really messed up.” Dean spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Sam gripped the dagger tightly, his eyes resolute.

The demonic encirclement is about to close in.
Just then, another light appeared in the sky.

This is a serene, vast expanse of grayish-white.

Wu Heng appeared above the second position, standing in mid-air. The talisman on his balancing glove vanished. He looked down at the boundless wave of demons below and slowly raised his hand.

“This place,” his voice boomed over all the noise, “is under my jurisdiction.”

Press both hands down.

An invisible force field suddenly spread out; it was not a physical or energy attack, but a direct definition.

As the force field arrived, the hellish mist dissipated, the rules within the area were reshaped, the flames died down, the black mist vanished, and the sulfurous flames on the demons dimmed.

They moved slowly and heavily, as if thrown into the deep sea, but the Witcher felt invigorated, the pain from his wounds lessened, and his fatigue subsided.

"Counterattack," Wu Heng said, uttering only one word.

The desperate demon hunter unleashed a deafening roar and launched a counter-charge against the bewildered demon, resulting in a brief stalemate in the battle.

But everyone knew that this was just a temporary respite the chairman was giving them.

Wu Heng's gaze swept across the battlefield and into the distance, where even denser darkness was gathering and more powerful auras were awakening.

Lucifer has not yet truly entered the fray, and Hell's all-out assault has only just begun.

The concrete ruins of the second position are burning; the fighting has completely spread here.

Dean leaned against a wall that was only half intact, his left hand pressing against the wound on his ribs that had been cut by the devil's horn. Thick blood seeped from between his fingers, mixing with the dust to form a dark red scab.

He held the shotgun in his right hand; the barrel was so hot it could fry a pancake, but he didn't let go, because if he did, he might never be able to pick it up again.

Five meters away, Sam knelt on one knee behind an overturned military jeep, his rifle resting on the hood, smoke billowing from its muzzle.

He had just emptied a magazine and taken down three large hellhounds that were trying to flank him, but more demons were pouring out from the shadows of the burning building.

"How many bullets do we have left?" Dean asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on a spot twenty meters ahead where five horned demons were hacking at the last section of barbed wire with burning bone clubs. These were high-ranking demons, not something that ordinary demon hunters enhanced by potions could handle.

With each strike, a section of the wire melts off, sending sparks flying.

"Last magazine, seventeen rounds." Sam quickly changed magazines, his movements stiffened by the wound on his left arm. "Only three balanced rounds left."

"Use it sparingly." Dean pulled the last grenade from his belt. It was a guild-made exorcism stun grenade. He bit off the safety pin, counted to two in his mind, and threw it forcefully at the horned demons.

The grenade arced through the air and landed at the feet of the bull-horned demon.

A blinding white light and a piercing holy sound exploded at the same time.

The bull-horned demons roared in pain, clutching their eyes and staggering backward. The sulfur flames surrounding their bodies fluctuated violently, but they did not fall. These high-level demons were far more resistant to exorcism water than the low-level minions.

"Damn it." Dean spat, raising his shotgun. "Cover me!"

He rushed out of the cover and strode forward.

His Demon Hunter Blade had dulled, so he switched to a short-barreled shotgun, shouldering it and firing as he charged. The first shot struck a horned demon in the face; the purifying power of the balanced bullet exploded in a grayish-white halo on its skull, and the horned demon roared, clutching its face and collapsing to its knees. (End of Chapter)