Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

When it moves, its scales rub against each other, making a rustling sound.

His eyes were silver-gray, with pupils narrowed to a vertical slit, like a reptile's. The tips of his fingers were ten-centimeter-long black claws, curved like hooks.

Marcus crouched on the edge of the platform like an ice sculpture; his hair was white metallic strands, thick and stiff, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The light gray skin was covered with a thin layer of frost, which formed a fine hexagonal pattern.

His mouth was slightly open, revealing four dagger-like canine teeth. A thin layer of frost had formed on the ground around him and was spreading outwards.

Elena stood next to Marcus, like an ice queen, her translucent pale skin contrasting with the flowing pale golden liquid beneath.

Ice Crystal's hair was thin and long, refracting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight. Three pairs of tiny cracks opened and closed slightly, revealing a pale blue light.

Michelle stood in the center of the platform, like a golden sun. Her pure white skin was covered with fine, flowing golden lines. Six slender golden spikes extended from her shoulder blades, their tips piercing the air and emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Seven pairs of golden tendrils on her face were slowly wriggling, and her eyes were burning like fire.

Kyle stood next to Michelle like a shadow, constantly twisting and deforming, occasionally revealing a white eye without a pupil, just a deathly white.

Lyra stood next to Kyle like a compassionate Buddha statue. Her smile was warm, but the eyes on the back of her hand did not smile.

Karim crouched on the other side of the platform, like a devil in the desert, with twelve scorpion tails extending from his spine and swaying slowly. His amber pupils narrowed into vertical lines as he stared at the crowd below. When he smiled, his lips split open, revealing triangular teeth inside.

Hans stood next to Karim, like an eccentric scholar.

Countless tiny numbers pulsed deep within his gray-green pupils, his metallic tentacles trembled, and his fingers, twice the length of a normal person's, moved incessantly, as if calculating something. His forked tongue occasionally darted out to lick his lips.

Martin stood on the far right, like a ghost.

Body contours are constantly changing; sometimes you look tall, sometimes short, sometimes fat, and sometimes thin.

Dark gray skin covered with grid lines, twelve curved bone spurs protruding from the spine, connected by a translucent membrane, which is also covered with images.

Ten people stood there, like ten statues of gods.

No, it's not like a statue; statues aren't this scary!
More like ten weapons, living killing machines.

The square was completely silent.

Hundreds of thousands of people, not a single one spoke.

Then Dean spoke.

"Damn it." His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it in the silence. "Is that even human?"

Sam stood beside him, silent for a long time.

"I don't know," he finally said. "But whether they're human or not, they're on our side."

Renault stared at the figures on the stage, his hands trembling slightly. It wasn't fear; he had seen too many terrifying things and had long since forgotten how to be afraid.

Is it something else? Hope? Awe? He couldn't say for sure.

Liz sat in her wheelchair, something glistening in her eyes—were they tears? She hadn't cried in many years.

“Martin,” she said.

Martin looked down at her.

"Yes, Captain?"

Liz remained silent for a moment.

"They deserve it."

Martin didn't speak; he just looked at the ten people on the stage, at their inhuman bodies, their grotesque organs, and the light flowing beneath their skin.

“They were worth it,” he said softly.

Calderon's single eye was fixed on the stage. Blood was still seeping from his left arm, but he felt nothing. He only stared at the figures, at those things that had once been human like him, but were no longer human. "Good," he muttered to himself, "Good!"

The people around him had no idea what he was 'good at'.

Wu Heng walked out from behind the high platform.

He wore a black robe and a balancing glove on his left hand. Four-colored halos slowly swirled around him as he walked to the center of the platform and stood in front of ten people.

The square fell silent again.

Wu Heng raised his right hand.

Two servants carried up a heavy metal box and placed it in front of him.

The box was opened, revealing ten black medals crafted from angelic energy and infernal metal, each engraved with the guild's emblem and the word 'Knight'.

The medal gleamed coldly in the sunlight, with faint golden patterns flowing within its radiance.

Wu Heng picked up the first medal and walked toward Isaac.

Isaac lowered his head.

He is over 2.5 meters tall, and even when he bends down, Wu Heng needs to raise his hand slightly to hang the medal around his neck.

The moment the medal landed on Isaac's chest, the glowing cracks suddenly lit up, like an activated circuit. Isaac's body trembled slightly before settling down.

“Isaac,” Wu Heng’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone could hear it, “codename ‘Lava’.”

He straightened the medals and then walked toward Thomas.

The second medal landed on Thomas's chest. The scales opened and closed simultaneously, making a neat rustling sound. Thomas closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a new light in his silver-gray eyes.

"Thomas, codename 'Hunter Blade'."

The third medal landed on Marcus's chest.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the frost that had formed at his feet spread a meter outwards. Marcus opened his mouth, revealing his four dagger-like canine teeth, and let out a low growl.

"Marcus. Codename 'Frostwolf'."

The fourth medal landed on Elena's chest.

The three pairs of cracks on her face opened simultaneously, releasing a blinding pale blue light. Her icy hair began to flutter, refracting countless rays of iridescent light in the sunlight.

"Elena, codename 'Frosty Moon'."

The fifth medal was placed on Michel's chest.

The golden patterns suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, the six spikes on her back trembled simultaneously, emitting a sharp buzzing sound, the tentacles on her face wriggled wildly as if absorbing information from the surroundings, and her eyes shone like two small suns.

“Michelle, codename ‘Blazing Eyes’.”

The sixth medal fell to Kyle.

But Kyle's body vanished in that instant, the medal hovered in the air, and then a white eye opened from the void, staring at Wu Heng.

The medal was grasped by an unseen hand, and then Kyle's figure reappeared, the medal now hanging on the dark skin of his chest.

"Kyle, codename 'Fog'."

The seventh medal landed on Leila's chest. The six eyes on the back of her hand looked at Wu Heng at the same time, his image reflected in the golden pupils.

Leila smiled, a warm smile that radiated a golden light that enveloped the entire platform.

"Lyra, codename 'Morning Dew'."

The eighth medal landed on Karim's chest. (End of Chapter)