Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He looked up at the chairman: "You're too late. The knife is finished, only the final sacrifice is missing."

He pointed the blade at Wu Heng.

"Use your soul to complete this final creation."

Wu Heng looked at him without saying a word. He raised his hand, and the power within his body surged once more.

In the distance, Isaac emerged from the crowd, covered in blood.

Thomas followed behind him, his hunting blade stained with golden blood. Karim crouched on the ruins, his twelve scorpion tails drooping, motionless.

Elena stood on the ice, which had spread all the way to the foot of the altar.

Michelle crouched beside her, all six spikes extended, locking onto Metatron's heart, while Kyle's figure appeared and disappeared in the void.

Nine people stood behind Wu Heng.

Five hundred thousand witchers stood behind them.

Metatron's laughter echoed in the center of heaven; it wasn't triumph, but the laughter of certain victory.

He raised his hand, and the sacred weapon spun in his palm. Dark red light surged from the cracks on the blade, crawling like living things on the edge and devouring the remaining fragments of souls in the surrounding air.

"You think a siege will work?" His voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached everyone's ears. "I've been in Heaven for thousands of years and have seen enemies ten thousand times stronger than you. What are you to me?"

A barrier appeared around him, and then he snapped his fingers.

Click,

The sky cracked open.

It wasn't the slow shattering of the Heavenly Barrier, but a violent tearing; a huge gash exploded from the center of the dome, with golden flames burning at the edges.

The flames, like living things, spread in all directions, igniting the clouds, the air, and everything on the ground.

Then countless things fell from that opening, like rain, hail, or countless shooting stars falling at the same time.

They're all berserk angels!
When the first batch of berserk angels crashed to the ground, the entire heaven trembled. Their bodies were twice the size of ordinary angels, and their skin was dark red, as if it had been burned.

The wings were still there, but they weren't white; they were black and white, with golden flames burning at the edges.

Its eyes were pure white, without pupils, just a deathly white. Its mouth was open, revealing a dense array of shark-like teeth.

Isaac stood at the front, watching the things fall from the sky.

He couldn't count how many there were; the sky was like a hornet's nest that had been poked open, and those berserk angels poured out from the cracks, blocking out the light.

"What are these things?" Thomas gripped his hunting blade tightly, all the scales standing on end.

Karim crouched behind, his twelve scorpion tails pointing to the sky, his expression changing: "Eden, Metatron has turned Eden into an armory."

Thomas cursed.

When the first berserker angel landed, the shockwave it created sent the surrounding witchers flying.

When it stands up, it is over three meters tall, and its muscles bulge like rocks.

It looked around and then pounced on the nearest witcher.

The demon hunter raised his rune gun and fired three shots. The bullets struck the berserk angel in the chest, exploding into three pale sparks.

The berserk angel swayed slightly but didn't fall.

It looked down at the three small holes in its chest, then reached out and grabbed the witcher's head, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Blood and brain matter splattered from between his fingers. The berserk angel tossed the corpse aside and moved on to the next one.

"Fire!" the commander's voice came through the communicator.

Hundreds of thousands of guns fired simultaneously.

Bullets rained down on the berserk angels like a storm.

Some were hit in the eyes and fell with screams; some had their wings pierced and fell from the sky; but many more charged forward despite the hail of bullets.

Their skin was too thick, their muscles too tough; ordinary rune bullets could only leave a small dent. Only specially made armor-piercing bullets could penetrate them, but armor-piercing bullets were scarce. When the first wave of berserker angels charged into the demon hunter lines, the front-line soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

They were knocked away, torn apart, and trampled into mincemeat. Those things were too powerful and too fast; there was simply no way to stop them.

Isaac charged forward, sweeping his bone blade across.

They instantly killed a large number of them. These angels were strong to ordinary demon hunters, but to demon hunter knights, they were no different from ordinary people.

However, this number is a bit too much.

"Damn, he's got some strength."

Thomas cut in from the side, his hunting blade piercing another team of berserker angels.

Leila crouched in the makeshift medical station at the back, continuously performing area-of-effect treatments.

Wounded people were brought in batch after batch.

Some had severed arms and legs, some had holes pierced in their chests, and some were covered in blood. Her healing energy flowed out like water, but there were too many wounded.

She treated a thousand, and three thousand were sent to her; she treated three thousand, and ten thousand were sent to her.

"How much is left?" she shouted.

The medic shook his head: "Too many! They're everywhere!"

She gritted her teeth and walked towards the battlefield. All six eyes on the back of her hand opened, and light emanated from her palm, shining on the wounded soldiers within a five-kilometer radius.

The wounded were healing, their bones were set, and their internal bleeding had stopped, but she knew that if those berserk angels came, none of them would survive.

Martin stood on the rear command platform, adjusting the troops, moving the reserves up, plugging the gap, and reorganizing the retreating soldiers.

But there were too many berserk angels; for every one killed, two more fell from the sky.

“Chairman,” he said into the communicator, “we need to retreat. This melee is too chaotic, and the casualties are too great.”

Wu Heng stood in front of Metatron without turning around.

"Hold on a little longer."

Hans crouched beside the command platform, the numbers in his eyes flashing wildly. He was calculating the number of berserk angels, the rate of casualties among the witchers, and how long they could hold out.

The numbers are ugly, very ugly.

"At this rate, our troop strength will be reduced by forty percent in two hours."

Martin didn't say anything.

Blood is flowing on the battlefield.

The blood of the Witcher and the blood of the berserk angels mingled together and flowed on the ground.

The blood flowed towards the barrier beneath Metatron's feet, where it was absorbed and devoured, causing the barrier to grow brighter and brighter, changing from pale gold to deep red.

Thomas stood atop the pile of corpses, his left arm hanging at his side, his right hand gripping a hunting knife.

He was at the forefront, having already killed countless enemies, but more were still surging forward.

A berserk angel lunged at him, but he dodged to the side and plunged his knife into its side. The creature screamed and turned to punch him in the face.

He wasn't injured, but his face was smeared with blood.

Karim's scorpion tail pierced the chest of a high-ranking berserk angel, which froze. Karim's venom spread throughout its body, turning its skin black, dissolving its muscles, and softening its bones.

It had barely landed when it collapsed and turned into a pool of black water.

Karim pulled Thomas up: "These things are really annoying?"

Thomas spat out a mouthful of blood: "Yes, I feel like I'm filming a zombie movie."

Isaac charged in from the other side, his bone blade stained with blood. A gash had been ripped open in his left shoulder, flesh exposed, but he felt nothing. (End of Chapter)