Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng stood in front of the control panel, facing more than five hundred pairs of eyes.

He didn't speak immediately, but slowly scanned the area. Wherever his gaze fell, the hushed conversations gradually disappeared, and the hall of three hundred people fell into absolute silence within three seconds.

“Thirty-one days ago,” Wu Heng began, his voice steady and not deliberately raised, but every word clearly reached everyone’s ears, “Angels fell to earth.”

He paused.

"Within 31 days, the global death toll exceeded 100 million. Thirty core cities here were reduced to ruins. Transportation, communication, and energy systems on three continents were paralyzed. Medical resources were depleted, food and water were contaminated, and survivors huddled in the darkness of basements and air-raid shelters, waiting for dawn."

The casualty figures were projected onto the screen.

The cold, yet still slowly beating number made the breathing in the conference room even heavier.

“The angels retreated to Africa and built a wall of holy light,” Wu Heng continued. “They thought we were waiting for them to weaken. Yes, we were waiting, but waiting doesn’t mean doing nothing.”

He raised his left hand, and the projection of the puppet evil spirit emerged from behind him, casting a huge shadow, and a terrifying aura rose up.

“Bartholomew still has 18,000 of his core angels. Their power is waning, but it will take time—three months, six months, a year. We can wait that long. But the problem is,” he paused, his gaze sharpening, “when they are weakened enough to be killed in one blow, what will we use to kill them?”

No one answered.

“Ordinary demon hunters can use borax bullets, rune knives, and enhancement potions to wipe out low-ranking angels and hunt down high-ranking angels, but what about the angel lord? What about Bartholomew himself?” Wu Heng put down his hand. “A single high-ranking angel can kill an elite squad of fifty people in three minutes. Ten squads could wear him down in a war of attrition, but how many people would it take to do that?”

Liz's expression on the screen remained unchanged, but Martin, standing behind her, swallowed hard.

"On the Hell side," Wu Heng turned to another topic, "Crowley has temporarily compromised and withdrawn the Seven Legions. Why? Because he knows that it would be more cost-effective for him to clean up the mess after we and the angels have both been exhausted. He's drinking red wine in the Hell Palace, waiting for us and the angels to wear each other down. Once we're exhausted, he'll bring the Seven Demon Legions back with him."

Renault's voice came from Paris: "President, do you mean... we're fighting two enemies at the same time right now?"

“No.” Wu Heng gave a cold smile. “We are now racing against two enemies to see who recovers their strength first, who can't hold on first, and who makes a mistake first. We are currently in the lead, but the lead is getting shorter.”

He raised his right hand and brought up a new projection.

That was a design plan, or more accurately, a human enhancement and modification plan.

Complex energy circuit diagrams, gene sequence adjustment schemes, and angel energy fusion experiment data densely cover the entire screen.

However, this is only a rough, approximate data catalog.

"For the past thirty-one days, the guild's technical department has been conducting an experiment," Wu Heng said, pointing to the screen. "Using the energy dissipated by angels to strengthen the human body."

A suppressed commotion erupted in the hall.

"What were the results of the experiment?" someone asked hurriedly.

Wu Heng pulled up the next image, which was an energy scan of a human body—no, not an ordinary human.

The energy channels within that body shone with a blue-gold light, highly similar to the energy structure of an angel, yet retaining the underlying framework of human genes.

"The first phase of the experiment was a success," Wu Heng said. "The subjects' vital signs were stable, their strength increased by about 300%, and their resistance to holy light increased to the point where they could confront high-ranking angels head-on."

"Who is the subject?" Dean's voice came from the screen.

Wu Heng looked at him.

"You don't need to know his name, you just need to know that he's alive and not out of control."

He turned off the projector and faced everyone again.

"Thirty-one days of bloody battle proved one thing: ordinary demon hunters cannot contend with angel lords and demon kings. We need a force that can directly confront top-tier combat power, not a large army, but an elite force. The first batch only needs ten people!"

"Ten people?" someone repeated the number.

“Ten people,” Wu Heng confirmed. “The Demon Hunter Knights are ten of the strongest demon hunters selected from around the world. They are enhanced with angelic energy, giving them the power to contend with the top combat forces of Heaven and Hell. They will be our sharpest blades, piercing the enemy’s heart at crucial moments.”

A brief silence fell over the hall. Then someone raised their hand.

What are the requirements for registration?

Wu Heng looked at him.

"Human beings."

The person who asked the question paused for a moment.

“Only humans can apply,” Wu Heng repeated. “Angels are not allowed, demons are not allowed, hybrids are not allowed, and only humans can serve as Demon Hunter Knights.”

In the corner, several figures dressed in simple robes lowered their heads.

Those were the moderate angels who had surrendered earlier, and after being taken in, they were assigned to do some auxiliary work at headquarters.

They had thought they had a chance to atone in this way, but now they realize that some doors are forever closed to them.

"Regarding the registration method," Wu Heng continued, "those who wish to participate can submit their applications through the guild's official channel. Applicants must provide past combat records, a personal ability assessment, and recommendations from at least three senior demon hunters. The registration deadline is seventy-two hours later."

He gave the hall one last look.

"The Demon Hunter Knights will be humanity's last and strongest line of defense against the supernatural world."

"Registration will now begin."

The news spread throughout the Witcher world within the first minute of its release.

No, not just in the Witcher world.

Those with supernatural abilities hidden among the people, lone bounty hunters, and even some secret government agencies that maintain contact with the guild all received this message immediately.

"Project Demon Hunter Knight".

Ten spots available.

Angelic energy enhancement.

To counter the power of the Angel Lord.

To become a legend in the annals of Witcher history.

The number of people who registered in the first hour was 37,000.

North American theater, the ruins of Chicago, a basement somewhere.

Isaac crouched in the corner, filling out the electronic application form with trembling hands by the light of an emergency lamp.

His handwriting was crooked, not because he couldn't write, but because three fingers on his right hand were burned by holy light in the battle three days ago and he still couldn't straighten them completely.

The application form on the screen was very long: name, age, division, past combat record, recommender, reason for applying...

He lingered for a long time in the 'Reason for Registration' section.

His wife and two children were still alive three days ago.

They huddled in the basement, waiting for the 'rescue' promised by the Witcher Guild. Isaac went out to get water, and when he returned, the basement ceiling was gone.

It was directly evaporated by the holy light.

An out-of-control mad angel passed through the block, casually unleashing an energy blast that reduced the entire basement, along with the forty-seven people inside, to dust in a fraction of a second. (End of Chapter)