Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The steel plates in the walls curled and tore like pieces of paper, the roof beams broke, and chunks of cement rained down.

The ground shook violently, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The entire building was collapsing, while the white light continued to intensify.

It spewed out from the cave entrance, condensing into a pillar of light in the air. The pillar of light expanded to a diameter of three meters, and countless shadows could be vaguely seen rolling inside.

Twisted human figures, deformed beasts, and indescribable monsters—all the shadows screamed, their cries merging into a deafening noise.

Crowley and Castio were enveloped in a beam of light.

They floated in the air, their clothes swaying wildly in the turbulent energy currents.

Crowley's suit began to smoke, and the edge of Castio's trench coat began to burn.

Both resisted, using demonic power and angelic power, but the power of the white light far exceeded their expectations.

"Now!" Crowley roared, "Absorb! Half for each of us!"

According to the plan, they will guide the purgatory energy, each absorbing half to strengthen themselves.

Crowley wants to use this power to reclaim the throne of Hell, while Castio wants to use it to reform Heaven.

But Castio didn't move.

He hovered in the white light, looking at Crowley, a strange expression suddenly appearing on his face, a mixture of apology, determination, and some kind of cold calculation.

“I’m sorry.” Castio’s voice cut through the noise, clear as a blade slicing through glass.

He raised his right hand, his fingers tracing a line in the air.

A golden spell appeared out of thin air, spinning as it flew toward Crowley. The moment the spell touched Crowley's body, it exploded into countless golden chains, binding him tightly.

"Angel Binding Spell?!" Crowley struggled, but the chains tightened, even digging into his skin. "When did you..."

“Yesterday,” Castio said calmly, “after I obtained the Holy Oil, I went to the Temple Ruins, found the original text of the Binding Spell left by Raphael, and spent six hours learning it.”

As he spoke, he placed his left hand on his chest.

“The original plan was for us to each absorb half.” Castio’s voice began to change, rising in pitch and echoing, “But I’ve calculated that half the power isn’t enough to accomplish what I want to do; I need it all.”

"You're insane!" Crowley roared, trying to break free of the chains with his demonic power. "The energy of Purgatory is too violent; if one person absorbs it all, they will explode and die!"

"Therefore, I want to rewrite the ritual."

Castio's eyes turned completely white, without pupils, only a blinding light. He opened his arms and began to recite a new prayer.

This time it was neither the language of heaven nor the language of demons, but a more ancient language—the original mantra used by God when He created the world, each syllable carrying a special resonance, leaving a tangible crack in the air.

As he chanted the sutra, the pillar of light began to shrink.

The beam of light, originally three meters in diameter, was squeezed by an invisible hand and forcibly compressed to two meters, one meter, and finally only half a meter in diameter.

The color of the light beam also changed from pure white to dark gold, and the energy density increased exponentially.

Inside the pillar of light, the churning shadows let out even more shrill screams, transforming into streams of terrifying energy that surged toward Castio's body.

What neither Castio nor Crowley noticed was that some of their souls were forcibly squeezed and merged, eventually coalescing into a huge, indescribable outline, like a whale, a giant snake, or some kind of deep-sea monster.

The surface of the outline was covered with countless faces in agony, each mouth screaming silently—it was Leviathan.

This oldest monster in the depths of purgatory, imprisoned by God himself and destined to never be freed, has now been summoned.

The phantom of Leviathan rose up along the pillar of light, rushing towards Castio.

Castio was completely unaware, still using his Devourer ability. He opened his mouth, his jaw dislocated, and his mouth opened to an unbelievable angle, like a snake about to swallow prey larger than its head.

Leviathan silently rushed into his mouth.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Castio's body swelled up like an inflating balloon.

The skin surface was covered with dense, scaly patterns, the eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and two fleshy growths rose on the back of the shoulder blades, with something inside the growths writhing wildly.

All the white light was absorbed into his body.

The light beam disappears.

The eruption at the crater has stopped.

The white light in the warehouse went out instantly, leaving only moonlight shining in through the hole in the roof.

There was only silence all around, a deathly silence.

Then Castio began to change.

His swollen body began to shrink, the scales disappeared into his skin, his eyes returned to normal, and the tumor on his back flattened. A few seconds later, he returned to his original appearance as a middle-aged man wearing a brown trench coat.

But he's different now.

A pale yellow halo appeared deep within his eyes, and a faint golden mist would seep from the corners of his mouth when he breathed. When his fingers inadvertently brushed across the air, they would leave behind subtle spatial folds.

He glanced at Crowley.

Those eyes were no longer those of an angel.

There are too many things inside: the madness of the infernal souls, the influence of Leviathan, and Castio's own remaining sanity, all mixed together into an inhuman indifference.

He didn't say anything, but simply turned and walked towards the warehouse door.

The footsteps were light, but each step left a clear footprint on the cement floor, with the edges of the footprints showing a honeycomb pattern as if corroded by strong acid.

He pushed open the door and went out.

The figure blended into the night and disappeared.

Only Crowley remained in the warehouse, still bound by golden chains, suspended in mid-air.

He struggled for five minutes before the chains finally loosened, shattered, and dissipated, allowing him to fall back to the ground and stagger a few steps before regaining his balance.

look around.

The warehouse is completely destroyed.

The walls were riddled with holes, the roof had collapsed, and the ground was full of cracks and pits. A pale yellow viscous liquid was still seeping from the walls and the ground, and a pungent, corrosive smell filled the air.

Crowley walked to the edge of the cave entrance.

The cave is at least ten meters deep, with faint golden light still remaining at the bottom. The cave walls are covered with pale yellow crystals, and liquid slowly flows on the surface of the crystals—residual energy of Leviathan.

He squatted down and dipped his finger into the liquid on the surface of the crystals.

The skin at the fingertips corroded instantly, revealing the white bone underneath, but the surface of the bone also began to turn black and carbonize.

He immediately shook off the liquid and used demonic power to repair his finger.

“This liquid is… Leviathan!” Crowley whispered, a cold smile suddenly creeping onto his lips. “You think you’ve gotten the better deal? You think you can control it just by absorbing its power?”

He stood up and dusted off his suit.

The suit was corroded and riddled with holes, but as the demonic power flowed through it, the damage was automatically repaired, and it was restored to its original condition in a few seconds.

“That thing will devour you from the inside, Castio.” Crowley’s voice was soft, as if he were talking to himself. “Little by little, from soul to body, you will become its puppet, its shell on earth, and I…”

He looked around.

"And I've learned an interesting secret." (End of Chapter)