Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He needs to divide them into two parts: most of them are refined into 'high-level enhancement potions' that can be used by witchers, which can quickly restore physical strength, heal serious injuries, and greatly improve physical fitness and energy resistance in a short period of time.

A smaller portion requires a more complex process to refine into a more potent 'core evolution potion' capable of triggering a fundamental transformation.

During the process, occasionally a few crystal nuclei react violently due to minor instabilities or energy conflicts remaining inside, their color suddenly turning crimson or pale white, and they look like they are about to explode.

At these moments, Wu Heng could always sense it a fraction of a second in advance. A gray-black beam of light, infused with the corrosive power of plague, capable of destroying unstable structures, and the power of death and annihilation, capable of calming violent energy, would precisely strike the crystal core, forcibly suppressing it and guiding it back onto the right track.

His mental power was like the most intricately woven net, enveloping all the crystal cores and performing tens of thousands of synchronized micro-operations.

This was an unimaginable burden for anyone, but his breathing remained steady, only his face was paler than usual.

When the last bit of energy inside the box subsided and all the crystal cores emitted a perfectly harmonious dark golden luster, Wu Heng opened his eyes.

The internal structure of the enclosure has been altered.

On the left side, ten thousand sealed transparent crystal tubes are neatly arranged, with golden liquid rippling inside, glowing slightly. These are high-level enhancement potions.

On the right are three thousand two hundred slightly thicker dark gold metal tubes, with more complex runes engraved on their surfaces; all of them contain core evolution potions.

He waved his hand to close the lid of the box, cast several sealing spells, and the metal box transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into his trench coat pocket.

Only then did he gently exhale a breath of white air carrying a faint, burning sensation.

Throughout the entire process of collecting and refining, he did not stop for a moment, and the consumption of his mental and physical energy was enormous.

After doing all this, he stood up and tore open space again to return to the guild command center.

Almost as soon as he stepped back onto the command center floor, the piercing alarm and the chaotic images on countless screens overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

"President!" Renault's voice was unusually hoarse and urgent. "Anomalous events have broken out globally, with a large number of unidentified high-energy entities crashing down, causing impacts, explosions, and fires... Major cities have been severely impacted! Communications have been largely disrupted, and transportation is paralyzed! And... those crashed entities have begun attacking each other, and they are also attacking humans!"

Wu Heng's gaze swept across the main screen.

The image was divided into dozens of sections, showing the devastation in different cities:
In Times Square, New York, a figure with tattered, charred wings on its back and radiating blue-gold light hovered in mid-air. With a wave of its hand, a blazing fireball of holy light blasted a bus that was trying to escape into a fireball, instantly drowning out the screams inside.

Below on the street, more similar figures slashed through the crowd with light blades, staining the ground red with blood.

A tall angel with a cold face, wearing tattered heavenly armor and belonging to the Bartholomew faction, stood on a human corpse and coldly declared into a communicator of unknown origin: "This street is the boundary of the sacred territory. Anyone who enters shall die."

In the City of London, a battle between angels is unfolding between glass-walled skyscrapers.

On one side were a small number of angels who attempted to stop the atrocities and whose blue smoke was lighter, while on the other side were a larger number of Bartholomew's faction of angels who attacked more ruthlessly.

The light blades collided, holy light exploded, and shattered glass and building debris fell like raindrops, crashing into the fleeing crowd below and causing even more casualties.

A child hiding behind a trash can on a street corner was pierced through the chest by a beam of light from a bloodthirsty angel.

At the Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo, amidst the chaotic crowd, several angels are attacking a lone, mild-mannered angel who is trying to protect the humans behind him. The latter is already badly wounded, his wings are completely gone, and the wounds on his back are gruesome.

He was eventually pierced by several blades of light and fell to the ground.

The victorious angel Bartholomew stepped forward with a cold smile, plunged his bare hands into the man's chest, and forcefully dug out a faint, shimmering ball of golden-blue light—the remnants of angelic grace. He then roughly pressed it into his own chest, a look of pain mixed with pleasure on his face.

Beneath their feet lay piles of human and angel corpses.

“Bartholomew’s faction…and the Reapers and the Hidden Ones…they’re fighting for territory and hunting their own kind for power.” Sam’s voice came through the encrypted channel, accompanied by violent explosions and Dean’s curses. “The human world…it’s a fucking battlefield of angels now! We just took down one bastard who tried to use civilians as shields!”

The casualty figures on another screen were jumping wildly, having already surpassed one million and still climbing at an alarming rate.

Wu Heng watched all this without any change in expression on his face. Only the sharp light deep in his eyes became even colder, like polar ice.

He made no comment on the tragedy, nor did he roar in anger; he simply raised his hand and pressed a bright red, rarely touched button on the control panel.

The deep, authoritative alarm instantly resounded throughout the Witcher Guild headquarters, and even reached all outposts and safe houses via a special channel.

His voice then traveled clearly through the entire area broadcast to every Witcher's ears, calm, resolute, and leaving no room for doubt:

"Attention, all Witchers."

"Angels have fallen, and the world is in chaos. There are now three major angelic factions engaged in armed conflict in major cities around the world, indiscriminately attacking humans and cannibalizing their own kind, with the intention of establishing dominion."

"The guild is now on high alert."

"All missions in the field are to be terminated immediately, and all personnel on leave are to return to their posts immediately."

"In small teams, receive the new equipment, purification agents, and energy collectors."

"Mission Objectives: 1. Rescue trapped civilians and evacuate them to the designated safe zone. 2. Eliminate extremely dangerous angel targets that actively attack humanity, prioritizing the Bartholomew faction and its vassals. 3. Contact and guide moderate angels as much as possible to obtain intelligence."

"This is not a hunt, this is war."

"Fight for survival!"

The moment the broadcast ended, the entire Witcher Guild awoke like a sleeping behemoth, roaring in fury.

The corridor echoed with rapid, hurried footsteps. The armory door was flung open, and logistics personnel rushed forward, pushing carts loaded with new agents and specially made borax weapons.

Commanders at all levels shouted the assembly order, while the demon hunters silently checked their equipment, their faces showing no fear, only a cold, suppressed rage and determination.

The human world has become a purgatory where angels vent their anger and fight for power.

But the demon hunters have set out. (End of Chapter)