Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

She paused for a moment: "We rotate every three months. If you can't handle it, let me know in advance. If you can, come with me."

Fifteen thousand people followed her into the passage to heaven.

Hell has a garrison of 20,000 troops, commanded by Thomas and Karim.

Thomas stood at the front of the line, his left arm had been reattached but was still wrapped in bandages.

He twirled the hunting blade between his fingers, glancing at the recruits: "You all know Hell, it's hot, it stinks, and it's full of demons."

"Your mission is to build demon containment facilities in the eight regions. New demons are born every day, and thirty to fifty demons with true names successfully evolve every hour. Your job is to exterminate them or implant holy light restrictions into them to make them work."

He pointed at Karim.

"He's in charge of the desert area, I'm in charge of other areas. We rotate every two months. If you don't want to go, say so now."

No one moved.

Thomas nodded. "Then let's go."

Twenty thousand people followed him into the passage to hell.

The human world has a garrison of 10,000 troops, commanded by Elena and Hans.

Elena stood at the front of the line. Her icy hair was shorter than before, but it was still glowing. She looked at the new recruits, most of whom were young, but there were also a few veterans.

"Your mission is to establish extraordinary isolation and monitoring points in thirty core cities around the world, cleanse the residual soul energy in the bodies of those who have become empty shells, and repair the land and buildings contaminated by the holy light."

Hans squatted down beside them, drawing incantations on the ground with his finger: "I will give each of you a monitor. If any energy level exceeds the limit, the device will sound an alarm, and you will have to deal with it."

Elena continued, "The plague potion has given you purification capabilities, capable of purifying a contaminated area of ​​100 square meters per hour. It's not very efficient, but it's enough. You're not working alone; there are 30 monitoring points around the world, with more than 300 people at each point, supporting each other."

She paused for a moment: "There was no rotation. You are guarding your own home."

Someone in the group laughed, not in mockery, but in a relieved way.

On the day the allocation was completed, Wu Heng stood in the throne room of the Hell Palace, looking at the holographic map.

On the map, the three regions of Heaven, Hell, and Earth are marked with different colors: Heaven is gold, Hell is dark red, and Earth is blue.

Each area had countless flashing lights, marking the locations of troop garrisons.

Martin stood behind him: "President, everything is arranged."

Wu Heng nodded: "Casualty prediction?"

Martin pulled up a set of data: "Heavenly troops are expected to suffer casualties of 1% to 3% per month; Hell troops are expected to suffer casualties of 2% to 4% per month; and the human world troops are expected to suffer casualties of less than 1% per month."

Wu Heng looked at those numbers.

"Have Hans continue to improve the medicine; it's only considered acceptable when casualties are reduced to below two percent."

Martin wrote it down in his notebook.

Wu Heng turned around and walked to the window.

He recalled Metatron's dying words: the darkness had awakened, and the angels were no longer just those remaining in Heaven.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, at the unseen things behind it. He knew what 'darkness' was; it was the 'sister' of the creator of this world, the one he plotted against.

"We still have something to do," he said in a low voice.

Martin didn't hear him clearly.

"President?"

Wu Heng shook his head: "It's okay, go ahead." Martin turned and left, leaving Wu Heng standing alone by the window.

Two months after the end of the War of Heaven, the Witcher Guild released new rules for the Three Realms.

The Heavenly Garrison built a Holy Light Monitoring Station at the core altar. It was a gray, square building with lead plates on the exterior walls to protect against Holy Light radiation. The windows were small, like gun ports in a bunker.

Michelle stood at the doorway, watching the last batch of sealed containers being carried into the basement.

These boxes contained Angel's Grace Crystals collected from the battlefield, of various sizes, some still glowing. She closed the lids and sealed them.

"From this day forward, the private use of Holy Light energy is strictly prohibited in Heaven." Her voice resounded throughout Heaven via broadcast. "Violators will receive a warning for the first offense, expulsion for the second, and no third."

A low-ranking angel emerged from the ruins, his holy light faint, like a lamp about to go out. He looked at the sealed boxes, then at Michelle: "We can't even keep the strength to protect ourselves?"

Michelle looked at him.

"Your power is not for self-defense, but for killing."

The angel lowered its head, turned and walked away.

In hell, Thomas crouched at the entrance of the demon containment facility, twirling a hunting blade in his hand.

The internment camp was built on the edge of the Hell Desert region, constructed with a mixture of steel transported from the human world and rocks from Hell, making it as solid as a fortress.

Inside are high-ranking demons, those who survived the purge and were once invincible.

They were bound by chains of incantations and kept in separate compartments.

"Demon tiered control." Thomas read the name of the new rule, finding it a bit of a mouthful. "High-tier ones are locked up, mid-tier ones are made to work, and low-tier ones... low-tier ones also have to work."

Karim crouched beside him, his twelve scorpion tails now grown new ones, shorter than before: "Will the low-ranking ones obey?"

Thomas thought for a moment: "Just kill them if they don't obey. Anyway, these things keep being born like crops."

Karim nodded.

His infernal creatures are all dead, and now he is in charge of infrastructure construction for tens of thousands of surrendered low-level demons, building roads, houses, and transporting supplies every day.

The demons dared not run because they were bound by holy light; if they ran, they would explode.

On the human side, Elena and Hans established extraordinary isolation and monitoring points in thirty core cities.

The monitoring station is located in the city center. It used to be a government office building or shopping mall, but it has now been transformed into a gray and white square building with energy monitoring devices installed in the windows and uniformed witchers standing at the door.

"The extraordinary quarantine continues." Elena stood at the entrance of the London monitoring point and addressed the onlookers. "No one is allowed to access extraordinary powers without authorization. If you see anything you shouldn't see, report it to the guild immediately. If you are hiding something you shouldn't be hiding, hand it over immediately. Failure to report will be punished according to guild regulations."

Someone in the crowd asked, "What is the punishment?"

Elena looked at him: "At best, a fine; at worst, detention; and even worse... you decide for yourself."

That person didn't ask any more questions.

Old John's pub in East London has reopened.

The tavern was called 'Old John's Tavern,' and the sign was made of wooden planks nailed together; the lettering was crooked but legible.

A wooden sign hangs at the entrance, which reads: "Business Hours: 3 PM to 11 PM, Closed on Sundays."

Next to the wooden sign hangs the emblem of the Witcher Guild, a souvenir Billy brought back from Hell.

Old John stood behind the bar, wiping the glasses. The glasses were new; the old ones had all shattered when the angels fell. (End of Chapter)