Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng stood on a relatively stable 'ground'.

This is not actually the ground, but the shell of a huge, unidentified creature. The surface of the shell is covered with a honeycomb-like structure, and pale yellow mucus seeps out from each hole.

A magic circle was carved beneath his feet, the marks penetrating deep into his carapace, with smooth edges, as if cut by a laser.

At the center of the magic circle was a fist-sized black crystal with countless points of light flowing inside.

He waited silently.

The puppet evil spirit floated silently behind him.

The tentacles writhed slowly, as if breathing. Compared to its real-world counterpart, it was half the size, but its core structure was more solid, and each tentacle gleamed with a metallic sheen.

I waited for about ten minutes.

The black crystal at the center of the magic circle suddenly lit up and became transparent.

Through the crystal, you can see the other side, which is South Dakota, part of Earth, just below the healing crater in the abandoned warehouse.

The perspective is from bottom to top, like looking up from the bottom of a pit.

Then a large number of light spots began to fall.

Thousands upon thousands of pale yellow specks of light, like rain flowing against the current, emerged from the void above the crystal, slowly descended, passed through the crystal, and landed on the magic circle.

Each point of light is a fragment of a soul from purgatory.

But it's different from before.

These fragments are exceptionally pure, without any impurities, chaotic memories, or painful screams; only the pure essence of energy remains.

Just like wheat being milled into flour, the bran and impurities are sifted out.

Wu Heng raised his hand.

The puppet spirit's tentacles extended simultaneously, like blooming petals, catching all the falling light spots. Countless tiny mouthparts opened on the surface of the tentacles, wriggling and devouring the light spots.

The process was very quiet.

Only the faint hissing sound of light being swallowed, like water droplets dripping onto a red-hot iron plate.

As the absorption process continued, the puppet spirit began to change.

The volume did not increase, but the density increased.

The tentacles changed color from grayish-white to dark gold, and fine scale patterns appeared on the surface, with the edges of the scales as sharp as knives.

The previously blurry structures at the ends of the tentacles began to become clearer. Some differentiated into claws, some into suckers, and some opened an eye at the tip with a pale yellow pupil, just like Leviathan.

Wu Heng watched quietly.

He counted the number of light spots.

Three hundred, five thousand, ten thousand, five hundred thousand...

When the number exceeded one million, the aura of the puppet evil spirits swelled to the point that the surrounding space began to distort.

The dark red mist was pushed aside, forming a vacuum sphere with a diameter of 100 meters.

The sphere is subject to abnormal gravity, causing fragments and skeletons to suspend and rotate in violation of the laws of physics.

When the last point of light was swallowed, the puppet evil spirit was completely formed.

It now looks like a combination of some kind of deep-sea monster and mechanical creation.

It has twelve main tentacles, each as thick as an adult's waist, covered with dark golden scales, from which a pale yellow glow seeps.

The base of one of the tentacles is connected to a core sphere. The surface of the sphere is translucent, and countless points of light can be seen flowing along a complex trajectory inside.

Wu Heng walked to the sphere, reached out and pressed his hand on its surface. It felt warm and pulsating, like the heart of a living thing.

“It’s increased by 217 percent,” he said in a low voice, as if talking to himself. “Energy purity is 99.3 percent, Leviathan contamination traces… zero.”

He withdrew his hand.

The puppet-like evil spirit slowly contracted, its tentacles curling back, finally coalescing into a two-meter-tall, humanoid silhouette.

The outline surface is still covered in dark gold scales, but it is smoother and more like armor.

The head has no facial features, only a smooth mask with a vertical crack in the center, from which a pale yellow light shines.

It stood behind Wu Heng, like the most loyal guard, or like a suit of armor waiting for its master.

Wu Heng turned to look into the depths of Purgatory. The fog there was thicker and darker, churning slowly as if alive. From the depths of the fog, one could vaguely hear a huge, slow breathing sound, like a sleeping beast.

“That’s enough,” Wu Heng said.

He raised his right hand, and the balancing glove lit up.

But this time it wasn't the gray and white balancing force; instead, four colored lights shone simultaneously: the red of war, the green of plague, the black of famine, and the gray of death.

The four colors of light intertwined and swirled, finally coalescing in the palm of the hand into the shape of a key.

A key made of pure rules.

The tip of the key is pointed at the void in front of it.

Wu Heng pushed forward.

The key pierced the void and spun.

There was no sound, but the surrounding environment was vibrating.

The fog churned violently, and fragments and bones were pulverized, reformed, and pulverized again by an invisible force. A rift was torn open in the void, and on the other side, the outline of a room could be vaguely seen.
They actually sealed Lucifer and Michael's room.

The key continued to spin.

The crack widened.

The scene inside the room became clearer: a gray-white energy cage with two slowly rotating points of light inside, one black and one white.

The light spot sensed the opening of the crack and began to spin faster, trying to break free.

But Wu Heng didn't intend to release them.

He wants to go in.

The key turned, and part of the cage was partitioned, like a room being divided into two, with Lucifer and Michael in one of them.

Wu Heng took a step forward, passed through the crack, and entered another sealed room, with the puppet evil spirit following closely behind.

The crack closed behind him.

Wu Heng activated the key again and returned to his guild's underground room, which was eerily silent.

Looking back, inside the cage's compartments, the points of light representing Lucifer and Michael had stopped spinning and were suspended in the center of the cage, like two startled insects.

Wu Heng walked to the cage and looked at the two beings inside.

Then he reached out and pressed his hand against the outer wall of the cage.

The puppet evil spirit behind him moved in sync, with twelve tentacles extending from behind, piercing into the cage and connecting with it. The tips of the tentacles split into countless fine filaments, which, like roots, burrowed into the energy structure and began to reverse-analyze and extract energy.

Let's start with the black dots of light.

Lucifer's power is essentially the rule of 'negation'.

Fine threads coiled around black specks of light, like a spider entangled with its prey.

The light struggled, but to no avail. The puppet evil spirit now possessed an energy level no less than that of Lucifer, who was imprisoned and constantly being drained.

The fine filament pierces into the light spot, beginning to extract its most essential essence.

The process is very slow.

Every second, a massive amount of data is transmitted back to the puppet evil spirit through the fine threads, and then back to Wu Heng.

That wasn't power, but knowledge—Lucifer's understanding of the rules accumulated over tens of thousands of years, his control over Hell, and his profound interpretation of the concept of 'negation'.

Wu Heng closed his eyes to process this information.

Meanwhile, another part of the filaments became entangled with white light spots.

Michael's power, the rule of 'obedience'.

The same process.

Extract, analyze, digest.

The cage was shaking.

The two points of light gradually dimmed and shrank, like batteries being drained. (End of Chapter)