Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

After sensing the movement in the distance, Wu Heng brought Dean and Sam in and closed the door. The sound of the door lock closing was very soft, but it made the room feel even more closed off.

"Here?" Dean looked around, even rubbing his boots on the gray carpet. "We're waiting for those two guys here?"

“This place is ordinary enough, and secluded enough.” Wu Heng walked to one end of the conference table, pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements as natural as if he were about to hold a quarterly report meeting. “But that’s just on the surface.”

Sam understood the unspoken meaning: "Could it be..."

“Yes, this is the place that has been prepared.” Wu Heng nodded.

Dean didn't fully understand these intricacies; he was more concerned with the practical issues: "You just said outside that we should agree to become containers, and you also said something about leaving a place for humanity. What exactly does that mean? If we really agree, our will won't be swallowed up?"

Wu Heng looked at them calmly: "What you have to do is perform, perform a compromise in despair, perform a 'voluntary' sacrifice to protect the last spark of humanity."

“If you become the vessel, Lucifer and Michael must promise to preserve a human autonomous region on Earth that is unaffected by the Apocalyptic War. It doesn’t have to be large; its symbolic significance outweighs its practical value. This is a deal that makes sense to them, especially to Michael. It can even be packaged as ‘the Father’s mercy.’”

“As for your will,” Wu Heng paused, “Lucifer and Michael want a perfect ‘vessel’ that can withstand all their power, not an empty shell with its soul erased.”

“Completely erasing the host’s will to resist will damage the stability of the container, especially in the initial fusion stage. They will choose to suppress and isolate your consciousness rather than destroy it completely, and that is the opportunity.”

"What opportunity?" Sam pressed.

“My backup plan will protect your core consciousness from being found and eroded.” Wu Heng didn’t go into details, but there was an undeniable certainty in his brief words. “And the moment they enter your bodies and begin to merge will be the moment when their connection with this world is most direct and closest, like two giant ships docking at the pier.”

Before he could finish speaking, Dean and Sam already felt a sense of urgency; the operation required brute force.

The two nodded to indicate that they understood.

at this time
boom! ! !
It wasn't a sound, but a feeling; the entire underground space, the entire earth, shook violently.

A kind of indescribable pressure and collision from a higher level came.

Dust fell from the ceiling, and the lights flickered wildly.

A vast, ancient, and contradictory pressure, as hot as the Earth's core molten lava and as cold as the depths of a vacuum, forcefully poured into the small room.

The air instantly became thick, scalding hot, and chilled to the bone.

Dean and Sam both gasped for breath, their hearts feeling as if they were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

This is an absolute crushing defeat on a life level.

The Lucifer brand inside Sam's body burned like red-hot iron, causing him to groan and almost kneel down.

Lucifer arrived, and almost simultaneously, another completely different but equally vast pressure descended, pure, cold, and radiant with an unquestionable sense of order and judgment. Though gentler, it was equally soul-chilling.

Michael also came.

The two terrifying forces did not clash outside; instead, they maintained a strange balance, simultaneously locking onto the underground conference room.

Dean looked at Wu Heng, who simply raised his chin slightly, indicating that they should proceed according to plan.

Sam gritted his teeth, suppressed the turmoil within him, took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and grabbed the old-fashioned microphone on the conference table that was connected to the internal broadcast system. It even had a faded yellow wire connecting it to a small amplifier under the table.

He pressed the switch, a piercing electrical hiss rang out, and then he spoke into the microphone with all his might:

"Lucifer, I'm here—!" The voice was distorted and amplified through the internal wiring, spreading to every corner of the guild's underground building, and possibly even penetrating part of the ground structure.

"You want my body, don't you want to be a vessel? Then come on."

Dean leaned in too, speaking into the microphone, his voice rougher than usual, carrying a kind of desperate madness: "Come on, all of you, let's see who gets it first!"

After shouting, Sam threw down the microphone and stood back-to-back with Dean in the center of the conference room, panting heavily—not from exhaustion, but from the instinctive tremor of facing plunder.

Almost the instant they finished speaking.

The wall on one side of the conference room melted away silently.

It decomposes and vaporizes directly, exposing the rough rock layer behind it. Then the rock layer flows down like a sandcastle, forming a smooth-edged circular channel.

Two figures walked in from outside the passage.

The man on the left, wearing a wrinkled suit, with messy hair and a pale face, is a middle-aged man who looks distraught.

But those eyes, burning with molten gold and dark fire, instantly transformed this ordinary face into something incredibly terrifying.

Lucifer still occupies that barely fitting human body.

The man on the right is tall and imposing, wearing a well-tailored modern suit, with his silver hair neatly combed. His handsome face is as cold as a marble statue, and his blue eyes hold no human emotion, only absolute rationality and majesty. That is Michael.

Their arrival was not accompanied by storms or hymns, but it caused the physical rules of this small conference room to become unstable.

The light was distorted, the shadows moved haphazardly, and the temperature jumped between extreme heat and extreme cold.

Lucifer glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on Wu Heng for a moment, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

“Lor Morrick.” His voice rang out directly in the room without any attempt to conceal it. “You actually dare to show your face in front of me. You’re either courageous or utterly foolish.”

He looked around as if he could see right through the walls: "You think this little balancing zone can stop me?"

Wu Heng remained seated in his chair, even leaning back slightly, with his hands crossed on the table.

"I couldn't stop them." He admitted frankly, "I didn't intend to stop them either. Since it's a championship boxing match, the boxers are here, so there has to be a referee and spectators, right?"

His calmness caused a flash of anger in Lucifer's eyes, but Lucifer ignored Wu Heng.

His temporary body was indeed unable to withstand his full power; a conflict would deplete his strength and be detrimental to the important matters ahead.

His power must be used to deal with Michael and to seize the vessel.

He turned to Sam, those inhuman eyes locking onto his target.

“Sam.” Lucifer’s voice deepened, carrying a seductive rhythm, “I know your plans, that traitor Crowley’s tricks, your and Lor’s little schemes are quite interesting.”

He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure made Sam's knees go weak.

“But I still came because I believe, and you should believe, that my mark flows in your veins and that your soul resonates naturally with mine. You resist because you fear the unknown and the fear of losing control.”

"But this is our destined fate." (End of Chapter)