Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The old priest watched the witcher leave silently. This time, he didn't pray. To be honest, he himself was a little unsure.

Although he was devout to God, the Witcher was going to attack the House of God.

Just as the young witcher's figure was about to disappear around the corner, the old priest whispered, "You must come back alive!"

His voice was soft, but the enhanced young witcher heard him clearly and waved without turning his head.

At the entrance to Hell, 1.2 million Witchers had assembled, their black formation stretching from the entrance to the horizon like a silent ocean.

Wu Heng stood at the very front, with the ten Demon Hunter Knights behind him. He raised his left hand, and the Hell Mark on his palm lit up. The passage to the human world exploded open, and 1.2 million people filed out.

On the eve of the completion of the sacred weapon, the Heavenly Barrier finally gave way.

The cracks eroded by hatred, the gaps widened by the infusion of soul, and the weak points torn apart by Wu Heng's power all collapsed at the same moment.

Hans stared at the screen, his fingers furiously typing on the keyboard, constantly inputting content for his internet addiction and using it to notify everyone.

Once the battle begins, his inspiration will directly connect to the internet, replacing Wu Heng in battlefield command, with enough orders to be issued to each squad leader, and even to all individual demon hunters.

When he teamed up with the 'internet addict', he became like an extremely intricate net on the battlefield.

"The coordinates of the cracks have been locked: three in Northern Europe, two in the Pacific Ocean, and one in the Atlantic Ocean. The largest one is directly above the Gates of Heaven, and its width exceeds one hundred meters."

Wu Heng stood at the assembly point, looking up at the sky.

The sky was shattering, like a piece of glass struck by a hammer, with cracks spreading outwards from the center, each crack emitting a blinding golden light.

"Army attack!"

Left side, the Nordic aurora belt.

Isaac stood at the very front, with 300,000 Witchers behind him. The aurora borealis flowed overhead, its blue-green light illuminating his face.

The glowing cracks pulsated wildly beneath his skin, the dark red light almost bursting through it.

He raised his hands and placed them on the crack.

The power of lava surged from his palm, and the scorching energy impacted the weak points of the barrier, widening the cracks until they could allow three people to pass side by side.

The Witcher who had received the Angel Potion gathered together, their inner power coalescing into a white staircase reaching to the heavens.

"Follow me!"

He was the first to rush in, followed by Thomas and Karim, as 300,000 people surged in like a tidal wave.

The guardians of heaven surged in from all directions.

These are newly born angels from the souls stored in Heaven. The angels transformed by Metatron have no reason, only the instinct to kill.

Their wings were tattered, their eyes glowed with a dark golden light, and they held spears of light in their hands.

Isaac cleaved the first one in two with a single strike, his bone blade stained with golden blood. Thomas followed behind him, his hunting blade flashing, each strike taking another life.

Karim crouched behind, his twelve scorpion tails pointing to the sky, summoning infernal creatures.

"Children, eat!"

The Abyss Chewer burst forth from the void, crushing the head of an angel, while the Dream Weaver's mental shock caused a group of angels to fall with screams.

Soul-devouring worms emerged from the ground and entangled those who tried to escape.

But the number of angels was also extremely large. For this confrontation, Metatron even drew out the vast majority of Adam and Eve's descendants from the closed Garden of Eden.

They swarmed in from all directions, like a locust swarm.

Isaac was entangled by three high-ranking guards. One of them had his arm severed by a bone blade, while another lunged at him from the side, his claws digging into his shoulder.

He swung his sword and severed the head. Thomas rushed over and helped him up.

"Is it alright?"

Isaac pushed him away: "It's nothing, I'll be fine in a bit. Be careful, their weapons are faulty." In the distance, Karim's scorpion tail was thrashing wildly as his infernal creatures clashed with a group of angels, falling one after another.

"Hold on!" Karim shouted.

Right, over the Pacific Ocean.

Elena, Michelle, and Kyle are standing on a modified transport plane.

Below the plane lay the unfathomable ocean, and above it, the shattered walls of paradise. Kyle's figure vanished into the void, only to reappear a moment later.

"The crack is 300 meters ahead; you can go in."

Elena grabbed Michelle's hand.

"Stay close to me."

The three people crawled into the crack, passed through layer after layer of turbulent energy, and landed on a gray-white wasteland.

This is the edge of heaven, where there is no light, no sound, only deathly silence.

In the distance, a huge building was glowing, like an altar or a furnace. The light flickered, like a heartbeat.

Michelle closed her eyes, and six golden spikes opened: "That's it, the energy concentration point."

Elena crouched down, placing her hands on the ground. Ice spread from beneath her feet, extending towards the building: "I'll seal its energy channels. Kyle, you go in."

Kyle nodded and disappeared into thin air.

In the center of Heaven, Metatron stood before the altar, a knife in his hand.

The sacred weapon was about to take shape, its blade covered with fine cracks, from which dark golden light surged. Countless afterimages of souls swirled around the blade, their faces contorted, wailing, and struggling.

"Almost there," he said softly. "Just one last step."

Then he looked up at the witchers below who were trying to pour in, and he smiled.

"Good timing."

The middle road, outside the gates of heaven.

Wu Heng stood in front of the door, with 500,000 demon hunters behind him. The door above was cracked, but not fully open yet.

He raised his left hand, and the Hell Mark burst forth with a blinding black light. Various powers belonging only to this world, such as evil spirits, hell, and apocalypse, merged in his palm, forming a black light that no one had ever seen before.

He pushed the black light toward the door.

The door, which had been gleaming white, was now stained black, like a white handkerchief that had fallen into sewage. The blackness corroded most of it in the blink of an eye and continued to spread upwards.

When the attack spread completely, the door, which had turned pitch black, exploded open.

Before Wu Heng's power, the light shattered into countless pieces like paper, scattering in all directions. The gates of heaven were completely opened, revealing the gray-white wasteland behind them.

"rush!"

Power becomes a ladder, paving the way for the Witcher.

Half a million people flocked to paradise.

The ants were a dense, dark mass, like a giant green caterpillar found on a tree, with an army of ants marching to hunt them, stretching out in an extremely long line.

Metatron stood in the center of Heaven, watching the Witcher surging below.

Isaac on the left has broken through the outer defenses, Elena's ice layer on the right is spreading, and Wu's Demon Hunter Guild Master is standing in front of him in the middle.

He looked down at the knife in his hand.

The cracks on the blade were still there, but the light surging within them had turned deep red.

Just a little bit more. (End of Chapter)