Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The demon hunters stared in awe at the figure slowly descending from mid-air.

Although they had witnessed the guild leader's power, the fact that he could so effortlessly and overwhelmingly eliminate two monsters that had filled them with despair was still beyond their imagination.

Wu Heng landed, his breathing steady. He glanced at the screen, where the two largest red dots had disappeared.

"Continue the rescue." His voice remained cold and unyielding. "Time is running out."

The alarm was lifted, but the tense atmosphere did not dissipate; instead, it became even more so because of the brief incident and the rapidly passing time.

Dean and Sam have ventured deeper into Purgatory, and the green dots on the screen continue to merge and increase.

At the entrance to the rift, more witchers poured in, carrying wounds and the dazed feeling of surviving a calamity, as well as the hope of seeing their companions rescued.

In the direction of Paradise, another turbulent current awaits Castio.

160 kilometers away from the temporary base, deep in purgatory.

Of the four-person team here, only three remain. Furthermore, due to their deep involvement in Purgatory, this area is unique, causing the signal from the base station to be extremely weak and constantly lost, making effective transmission impossible.

At that moment, Renault felt as if his brain had been thrown into a meat grinder.

That was his solution.

After taking several enhancement drugs, he was able to use his mental powers. At this point, in order to call for support, he used his mental powers to link his brain to a signal base station.

This is to enhance signal strength.

This time, what he felt through the back of his neck was not pain, but a much more terrifying sensation.

It's like cold, metallic thoughts forcibly squeezing into flesh and blood, shattering human ideas into fragments, and then roughly twisting them together with the hoarse data stream from the base station.

What he saw was no longer the dark red of purgatory, but a waterfall of green code and a distorted coordinate graph;
What he heard wasn't the sound of the wind, but hundreds of channels superimposed with screams, reports, and the roars of unknown creatures, all pressing into his eardrums.

This is how he connects the signal base to his own brain.
"Captain...?" The voice was muffled, as if it came from deep underwater.

It took Renault a lot of effort to recognize Lisa.

He rolled his eyes, a simple action that now felt like lifting a heavy stone. He saw the girl kneeling beside him, holding a gun in one hand. Her face was wrapped in bandages, and only one eye was still shining, filled with tears, but they didn't fall.

She pointed her gun at the thick fog, her finger on the trigger, pale and bloodless.

“The signal… is stable.” Renault tasted rust in his throat as he spoke; he knew it wasn’t a hallucination. “Hawk… is he alright?”

"Ninety seconds countdown, final check!" Hawke's roar came from the other side, accompanied by labored breathing.

The old gunman, who only had one eye left to use, was biting the safety pin of the detonator with his teeth, his right hand trembling but determined as he adjusted the detonation mode on the last 'barrel' bomb.

"Captain, you're a fucking lunatic!"

Renault wanted to laugh, but his facial muscles wouldn't obey him, because he was not only controlling the signal base station, but also a specially designed defensive barrier, which he needed to adjust to what was about to happen.

He felt the signal pulses from the base station traveling through his spine, like high-voltage electricity washing over every nerve.

The coverage radius on the screen was fluctuating: five kilometers, ten kilometers, twelve kilometers... The response from the camp came, blurry but confirmed that it had been received.

He seized that connection and crammed the last observed cluster of red dots—its quantity, speed, and movement trajectory—into the data like a compressed file.

“They…were heading for the crack,” he said into a non-existent microphone, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “Not for us…it was for the door…”

"Received, Team Sam has set off, hold on!" The camp's response was accompanied by static, but Dean's rough, hoarse voice was unmistakable.

Can we hold on?
Renault looked at the black spots that were beginning to appear at the edge of his field of vision.

The database says that the limit of neural overload varies from person to person, averaging four minutes and thirty seconds, but the environment is different, and he feels like forty years have passed now.

“Hawk!” he called out, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

"Thirty seconds!" Hawke yelled back. "Lisa, come here and grab my straps!" Lisa didn't move.

She looked at Reno, something shattering in her intact eye, then quickly solidifying into something harder: "Captain, it's me."

"That's an order!" Renault interrupted her, using his last bit of strength. "Go! Tell what you saw... to the people behind you... go!"

Lisa's lips trembled slightly.

The next second, she suddenly turned around and lunged towards Hawke, her movements as fast as if she were fleeing for her life or charging into battle.

Renault closed his eyes.

This makes it easier to concentrate; he needs to keep the signal stable until the explosion occurs, until... until he no longer needs to keep it.

He counted his heartbeats. Slow, heavy.

Twenty-five.

Something was approaching from within the thick fog; there were many of them, and the ground was trembling.

twenty.

I couldn't hear what Hawke was shouting.

fifteen.

Lisa seemed to be crying, or perhaps cursing.

ten.

The signal strength was dropping, and his consciousness began to drift into a deep, quiet place.

five.

He recalled reality, not a specific image, but a cool, refreshing feeling of wind on his face, the sweet taste of water in his mouth, and the comfort of lying in bed with his eyes closed.

zero.

The world turned white.

The unique, blinding light of burning borax is mixed with pinkish mist rising from the instantly vaporized flesh and mucus.

The explosion was muffled and enormous, like a giant turning over underground.

The shockwave blew Renault's already numb body away, sending him crashing into the half-melted fleshy tube wall behind him.

Under his precise and meticulous control, the shockwave of the explosion swept out in a fan shape like a directional blasting mine, without wasting a single bit of energy.

His last conscious thought was feeling that damned nerve connection finally… snap.

On the other end, Dean put down the communicator, his face ashen.

"Old Lei plugged himself into the base station, and his last words were, 'The monster is coming towards the door.'"

Sam was already organizing his gear, stuffing the borax magazines one by one into his tactical vest.

“Fifty men, I’ll take them. Benny says he knows the shortcut.”

"A shortcut?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

“It’s the road with fewer monsters.” Benny appeared beside him at some point, his pale face expressionless, but his scarlet eyes were fixed on the northwest direction. “The energy flow over there is wrong… it’s too orderly, not like wild beasts, but like an army.”

"Whatever it looks like, kill it when it comes." Dean turned and yelled at the engineering captain, "Install all the rune plates, embed them and connect them to emergency power, replace the bone blades with spare ones, don't fucking skimp!"

The team instantly entered a higher operational state. (End of Chapter)