Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Crowley walked to the center of the warehouse and drew a circle on the ground with the tip of his leather shoe. Wherever his shoe touched, the cement floor automatically corroded a scorched groove.

The grooves connect end to end, forming a perfect circle with a diameter of ten meters.

Then he opened his briefcase and took out three things.

The first item was a metal can. When you unscrewed the cap, you found a viscous black liquid inside.

This is demon blood, but not from an ordinary demon. It comes from a high-ranking demon who has lived for at least five hundred years. He pierced the heart with a pure silver dagger and filled a jar before he died.

The smell of blood was so strong and pungent, mixed with the odor of sulfur and decay.

The second item was a feather bag.

Inside the box are twelve pure white feathers, each radiating a soft, holy light. These angel feathers must be plucked from the wings of a living angel, and the angel must not resist during the plucking process, otherwise the feathers will lose their blessing effect.

Crowley mixed demon blood with angel feathers.

The moment two opposing substances come into contact, they hiss, like red-hot iron being plunged into cold water.

The black liquid and white feathers began to corrode each other, eventually merging into a dark purple, viscous substance.

Tiny bubbles appear on the surface of the material, and each bubble releases a weak energy fluctuation when it bursts.

Crowley scooped up the mixture with a bone spoon and began to draw along the charred grooves in the ground.

His hands were very steady. The angle at which the bone spoon tilted, the speed at which it moved, and the amount poured were all precisely consistent.

The dark purple substance flowed within the grooves, automatically expanding into a complex array of runes:

Twisted lines, sharp angles, and nested geometric shapes. The entire rune array consists of three concentric circles, each filled with a different incantation.

The drawing process lasted twenty minutes.

After finishing, Crowley took out three more bones from his briefcase.

Each bone is as thick as an adult's thigh bone, with natural spiral patterns covering its surface. The top still retains the joint structure, and a faint dark red light flows inside the bone, like lava surging beneath the rock strata.

“The skeletons of infernal monsters.” Crowley placed three bones at the three equal points of the rune array. “Cerberus, Banshee of Pain, Corruption Beast, I killed them and forged their bones into ritual pillars. Now you can stand firm.”

Crowley, fearing Castio might move, offered an explanation and then released his grip.

The three bones stood up automatically, their bases piercing the concrete floor like three nails driven into the earth.

Castio watched in silence the entire time.

Only after the rune array was completed did he speak: "The energy consumption is still too high. Even with the assistance of the meridians, it will take at least three hours to accumulate enough to reach the critical point for opening the gate."

“So we brought the key and holy oil.” Crowley pointed to the bone fragments on the ground and the glass bottle in Castio’s hand. “The key will locate the door, and the holy oil will lubricate the hinges. Let’s get started.”

The two walked towards the center of the rune array.

Crowley picked up the bone fragment, and Castio unscrewed the glass bottle. They stood facing each other in the center of the rune array, two meters apart.

“We’ll start at the same time,” Crowley said.

He pressed the bone fragment onto the ground.

Castio tilted the bottle and dripped a drop of golden holy oil.

The entire warehouse shook the moment the two events occurred simultaneously.

It wasn't the shaking of an earthquake, but a tremor of space itself. The steel plates on the walls emitted a deep, resonant sound, and the leather talismans hanging from the ceiling began to move without wind, rustling as they collided with each other.

The rune array lit up.

Dark purple light emanated from the grooves, like blood flowing in a vein.

The light spread along the rune array, illuminating every line and every angle. When the entire rune array was fully activated, the light condensed into three pillars, shooting towards the three bone pillars.

The spiral patterns on the surface of the bone column began to rotate.

Slowly, like rusty gears being forced to turn, it made a creaking, grinding sound.

With each rotation of the pattern, the red light inside the bone brightens by one point, and the three pillars of red light converge at the top of the warehouse, forming an inverted triangular cone of light.

The tip of the light cone points to the exact center of the symbol array.

Crowley began to chant. The syllables of the demons from the depths of hell were twisted and bizarre, requiring an unnatural vibration in the throat to produce, each word carrying the scent of sulfur and leaving a black trail in the air.

Castio recites in sync.

The angel's prayer belongs to the ancient language of heaven, with pure and ethereal syllables, like church bells echoing among snow-capped mountains. Each word carries holy light, leaving a golden trail in the air.

The two sounds intertwined.

The black trail and the golden trajectory intertwined, like two antagonistic snakes wrestling. They twisted, bit, and merged, finally forming a dark golden energy flow that was injected into the light cone.

The light cone begins to descend.

The tip slowly pierced the ground at the center of the rune array. The moment it made contact, the cement ground melted like butter, revealing the steel plate underneath.

The steel plate held for three seconds, then began to melt, its material structure forcibly broken down by energy.

A hole appeared in the ground.

It is one meter in diameter and its depth is unfathomable.

The edge of the cave entrance is a mixture of molten metal and cement, presenting an eerie glassy texture. A low whistling sound comes from the depths of the cave entrance, like a gale passing through the canyon.

Crowley's chanting quickened.

Castio's prayer rose in pitch.

The light cone continued to descend, and the opening kept expanding—one meter, two meters, three meters… A pale yellow viscous liquid began to seep from the edge of the opening.

The viscous liquid was as sticky as syrup, and when it dripped, it formed long threads, making a sizzling, corrosive sound as it landed on the rune array.

The warehouse walls began to change—

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the steel plate, and the same pale yellow liquid seeped out from the cracks.

The leather talisman hanging from the ceiling shook violently, the sealing patterns faded rapidly under the corrosive yellow liquid, the entire building groaned, and the steel frame creaked under the weight.

When the cave reached a depth of five meters, the whistling sound turned into a roar.

The roars came from the depths of the earth, a mixture of the painful screams, angry howls, and desperate wails of countless creatures.

This is the sound of purgatory, the collective lament of millions of imprisoned spirits in eternal torment.

Sweat beaded on Crowley's forehead.

Castio's pupils contracted to pinpoints.

The light cone is still descending.

six meters.

seven meters.

Eight meters —

A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from the bottom of the cave.

White light erupted from the depths of the earth like a volcanic eruption, instantly filling the entire opening before continuing to surge upwards and crashing into the ceiling.

Wherever the white light passed, everything began to crumble.

First are three bone pillars.

They shattered as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. Bone fragments scattered, each burning to ashes in mid-air.

Then comes the rune array.

The dark purple light was swallowed by the white light, the mixture in the grooves evaporated instantly, and the rune array disappeared without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.

Next were the leather talismans on the ceiling.

The sealing and suppression runes, crafted from twelve Fallen Angel skins, tore apart simultaneously under the impact of the white light. The leather shattered, the runes vanished, and the threads burned to ashes.

Finally, there's the warehouse itself. (End of Chapter)