Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

They climbed to the edge of the window on the 27th floor and jumped in.

Dick Roman, who had left the rooftop due to the supermodel showdown and had just arrived, saw the two of them and immediately laughed, his smile filled with disdain and contempt.

"Just the two of you?" he said, taking off his suit jacket. His body began to swell, his white shirt bursting open to reveal skin covered in pale yellow scales.

The scales gleamed metallically under the light, each the size of a palm with sharp, knife-like edges. His fingers transformed into claws, and fleshy growths rose from his back, splitting open to extend even more tentacles.

“No.” Sam shook his head slightly. “Of course, it won’t just be the two of us to deal with you Leviathans; there will be other Witchers as well.”

He pressed a button on the communicator.

The building was attacked from below, or the Witcher, hidden in the street, the building opposite, or even in the air, opened fire simultaneously.

Borax bullets, incendiary bombs, and specially designed armor-piercing bullets rained down on the room like a storm. The tentacles of the Leviathans were broken, and the black-robed hosts were knocked down, but Dick Roman's scales blocked most of the attacks.

"It's no use." Dick roared as he charged toward Dean, moving so fast that he was just a blur.

Dean raised his knife to parry, and sparks flew as his claws clashed with the silver blade.

The difference in strength was too great. Dean was forced back by the impact, his arm went numb, and Dick's other claw reached for his chest. Sam rushed over and blocked with his hunting knife, but the knife was knocked away and three deep, bone-revealing wounds were slashed across Sam's chest.

"Sam!" Dean's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward recklessly, slashing wildly with his blade, but Dick's scales were too hard, leaving only shallow white marks on the surface.

Dick seized an opening and stabbed at Dean's heart with his claws.

At that very moment,
A figure crashed into them from the side.

It's Castio!
He had somehow climbed up from outside the building and, with his last bit of strength, crashed into Dick. The impact wasn't great, but it was enough to deflect Dick's attack. His claws grazed Dean's ribs, tearing away a piece of flesh.

Dick slapped Castio across the chest with his other hand.

The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible. Castio flew out and crashed into the wall, cracking the cement. He coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

“Casdeo!” Dean roared, but Dick had already turned around, and his claws came at him again.

This time Dean didn't dodge.

He charged towards the claws, and just as they were about to pierce his chest, he twisted his body to the side at the extreme, allowing the claws to pierce his left shoulder.

The excruciating pain made his vision blur, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, gripping the triple-bloodline silver blade tightly in his right hand. With all his might, he stabbed it towards Dick's back.
The tip of the knife struck the scales and stopped.

Dick laughed, a twisted smile: "I told you, these ordinary metals are nothing to me."

The words were not finished.

A burst of silvery-white light suddenly erupted from the blade.

That wasn't a physical piercing; it was a kind of genetically controlled penetration.

The blade, a mixture of the blood of fallen angels, demons, and holy mortals, triggered an ancient restraint mechanism the moment it came into contact with the essence of Leviathan, like butter meeting fire.

The light, like a living thing, bypassed the scales and seeped directly into Dick's body.

Dick froze.

He looked down, staring blankly at his chest.

There were no wounds there, but a silvery light shone from within, illuminating the scales, bones, and wriggling yellow substance beneath the skin.

“No…” he roared, “Impossible, I was created by God…I am immortal…”

“God also wrote your fate.” Dean gritted his teeth and pushed the knife in another inch.

The light shines even brighter.

Dick's body began to convulse violently, and scales peeled off one by one, falling to the ground and turning into ashes.

Pale yellow slime gushed from every pore, like a burst abscess. He tried to summon energy to retaliate, but found that the connections to all seven nodes had been severed; Crowley's demonic forces had completed their mission.

He tried to jump onto another host, but Castio forced himself to raise his hand and used his last bit of angelic power to lock the space shut, while even more powerful puppet evil spirits blocked the outside.

Heavy rain began to fall from the sky, and the rain contained forbidden power.

It has nowhere to escape.

Dick Roman, or rather the Leviathan consciousness that possessed this body, let out a final, inhuman scream. The scream shattered the remaining glass on the top floor and caused Dean's eardrums to bleed, but it quickly subsided.

His body began to melt, becoming soft and flowing like a candle.

The pale yellow slime pooled on the ground, struggling to take shape, but a silvery-white light continued to burn inside. Eventually, everything calmed down.

The mucus stops moving, darkens in color, and turns into ordinary, disgusting stains.

Dean drew his knife, staggered backward, and leaned against the wall, panting.

The wound on his left shoulder was deep enough to expose the bone, and blood kept flowing. Sam crawled over and bandaged him up.

Castio struggled to his feet, walked to the stain, squatted down, and reached out to touch it.

“It’s over,” he said in a low voice. “The main consciousness has dissipated, and the secondary nodes are cleaning up the remnants.”

At the same time, reports from various squads began to come through the communicator:
"Team One has completed the cleanup."

"Team Two is complete."

……

"Seven teams complete, all nodes confirmed destroyed."

Crowley's voice rang out lazily: "The demon forces lost a quarter of their strength, but recovered about two hundred hosts. The deal is done. The research rights to the stone tablet will begin today. Oh, and well done, boys."

Communication is closed.

Dean looked at Castio, then at Sam, and grinned, though it was a wide grin.

"we won."

Sam nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the distance. There were still sporadic fires and gunshots in the city, and the cleanup work would continue for several more days.

And those infected bodies... Crowley didn't dare to think about how he would 'recycle' them.

Castio walked over to Dean and looked at his wound: "You need treatment."

“You too,” Dean said. “You’ve broken a few ribs, haven’t you?”

“Sangen is slowly recovering.” Castio touched his chest. “But it’s okay, I… am back, and that’s the most important thing.”

The heavy rain stopped at some point, the faint sounds of oars and waves that had been lingering in the air ceased, and the puppet-like evil spirit tentacles on the rooftop had vanished without a trace.

A sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds overhead, illuminating a group of demon hunters covered in blood and wounds.

In the distance, the first rays of dawn are emerging on the horizon; no matter how long the night, it will eventually pass.

At this moment, David arrived, holding a collecting device in his hand. The demon hunters were no strangers to this kind of energy collector.

After they defeat the demons, they use this guild's standard equipment, knowing it's the source of raw materials for making extraordinary power potions.

But the one David has seems to be of a higher grade.

David aimed it at the liquid left behind by Leviathan, and as the machine started, a large amount of liquid transformed into wisps of green energy that flowed into the machine. (End of Chapter)