Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Chapter 309: Ice and the Messenger (4K)

Over the river,

Wu Heng and his two companions were blocked by the ice and snow that poured down from the sky like a waterfall on the river.

"The snow here is different from before!" said the sheep-headed demon.

Imaclada used a solvent to crush a snowflake and found that the snowflakes emitted an extremely cold breath, almost comparable to solid liquid nitrogen.

"There's a smell of hell in here," she said.

"Perhaps, I have met an old acquaintance again."

Wu Heng nodded. The snow in front of him gave him an extremely familiar feeling, which was the familiar feeling of being frozen into pieces when he opened the "Ice Crystal Ball".

It’s really a narrow road between enemies!
He didn't expect to meet the 'Ice Hell Monk' here by chance.

It really is fate!
In the beginning, he survived from death, became a curser and escaped from hell, and then summoned Abaddon's demon "band" to trick Han Bing.
The "Ice Crystal Ball" was used as a material and integrated into the "Lolaye Stone" to form the dream realm.
He didn't suffer any harm from this guy.

But it is also true that the other party wants to kill him.

If given the chance, the Ice Hell Monk would definitely tear him to pieces without mercy.

"It should be a monk from the labyrinth hell. Seeing that it possesses the power of ice, go ahead and kill it!" Wu Heng said calmly.

Although it is impossible to completely kill the Ice Hell Monk,

But it is still possible to tear it into pieces, send it back to hell, and make it sleep for a while.

The Ice Monks suffered a series of defeats.
It is estimated that Leviathan will not resurrect it at will this time and will probably punish it.

The reason why Nail Head could be resurrected quickly was that Hell could not do without the high priest, whose status was like that of the prime minister of the current dynasty, while the Ice Monk was at most equivalent to an official.

"Okay, I've been wanting to do this for a long time!" said the sheep-headed demon, rubbing his hands.

Last time, he suffered a lot from the group of modified monsters in the maze hell and almost died.

"Yes, my lord." Imaclada replied in a female voice that sounded like a computer synthesised voice.

Then the two of them rushed into the snow curtain together.

And the people on the shore, under the temptation of the bespectacled man who led the group, gathered all the frozen corpses around them like puppets.

Every time the bodies were moved, more people froze to death.

By the time the corpses piled up into an ice mound, only one-third of the people were left on the field.

They looked at the pile of corpses with obsessed eyes, and kept muttering in admiration:

"What a nice snow! What a nice snow!"

"Rules, I see the rules of snowflakes, and I will follow the rules!"

"I see, I understand!"

Half of these people climbed up the hill of corpses, tore their own abdomens with their hands, and poured their warm blood onto the hill of ice.

But the weather was so cold that as soon as half of the blood had flowed out, the whole person was frozen solid, and the blood was frozen into icicles.
Their bodies, like steel needles, were frozen straight on the corpse mound.

The blood that was half poured out,
The hill where the bodies of the people were piled up was like an ice sculpture, completely frozen together.

From a distance, it looks like a huge red hedgehog.

Then a strong wind came,
The biting cold wind blew up the heavy snow, which rushed towards the hill of corpses like sharp blades.

Ice chips and corpses flew everywhere.
After the raging wind and snow, what comes into view is a carefully carved hedgehog-shaped ice sculpture with 12 claws. On its crystal-clear and smooth red ice body,
The flat cutting surface prints out circles of muscle and bone texture.

It looks like a strange and mysterious rune, making people want to touch it and understand the mystery behind it.

But there are also shortcomings.
There are always some gaps between the corpses, which leads to many concave gaps on the surface of the ice sculpture monster.

The last person left on the shore,
Pushed by the wind and snow, they began to climb up by grabbing the corpse spikes that were previously frozen on the back of the corpse mountain and sharpened into pointed shapes by the snow blades.

It seemed as if it wanted to sacrifice itself to fill those depressions.

And in the snow curtain in the river, a hoarse roar suddenly came out:

"You bunch of bugs."

"Winter is coming, and I will drown all the sulfur fire!"

When Wu Heng heard this, he looked at the huge monster in front of him that looked like a hedgehog and an ice bear, and chuckled:

"It's been so long since we last met, but you're still so angry!"

"In that case, let me dash your hopes."

Then he took out the church center and pulled the "Church of Lost Redemption" over. The landing site was where the ice monster was.

This church, which was extremely cherished by the Old Ones, was in Wu Heng's hands, and he almost used it as a teleportation point and weapon.

But Wu Heng believes that this is the real use of the church.

With a rumbling sound,
A huge church suddenly appeared, pressing down on the ice corpse monster. The slowly falling ice and snow around it suddenly stopped and condensed in the air.
It was like a barrier of ice and snow, seemingly trying to block the impact of the church.

The people below have not yet completed the ritual of filling the corpse with their own bodies, and the monster has not yet been created and resurrected.

clang--!

When the ice and snow collided with the church, there was a deafening sound of steel clashing, and the ground shook.
Then, the church domain was activated.
The ice and snow in the area seemed to be hit by an air cannon, making a bang and then bursting apart completely.
The flying snowflakes are like out-of-control high-speed rotating gears.
The people below were chopped into pieces as soon as they touched it, and the broken bodies instantly turned into ice cubes, fell to the ground, and were buried in the white snow.

‘Crack! ’

A sound similar to that of an egg breaking could be clearly heard amid the howling of the wind and snow.

The church landed safely on the ground.

The ice sculpture of the corpse mound has been completely shattered.

A hoarse roar came from the snow curtain in the river. This time there was no words, it seemed to be just pure anger.

As for those who devote themselves to ice sculptures,
Since Wu Heng arrived here, their spirits have been intermediary to the Ice Hell monks, using the power of ice.
It was completely twisted and made abnormal.

Even if Wu Heng rescued them, these people would become crazy believers of hell after being released into society, causing greater harm.
It would be better to die.

"Ordinary humans are too fragile!" Wu Heng sighed, then looked towards the snow curtain.

"It's been so long, and it's two against one, it's time to end it."

The words fell,

The snow curtain that was still pouring down suddenly collapsed like a collapsed building, like a vertical avalanche.

The sky suddenly became clear.

But due to the thick snow on the ground, it was still very cold.

On the river,
Two figures flew over and landed in front of Wu Heng.

"Look, this is the little snow monster!" In the hand of the goat-headed demon was a hideous head with pale eyes, as if a snowball was embedded in the eye socket.
There were ice chips hanging on the dry white long hair.

The skull's face was covered with a layer of dry, wrinkled skin. Below the sunken nostrils were steel-like fangs on the upper and lower jaws, each more than one centimeter long.
It fits together perfectly, and no one will doubt its sharpness.

Wu Heng reached out and took the head, sensing it.
Although I had expected it, I was still a little disappointed. The head had already begun to emit a rancid smell that was locked in the surface by the ice.

The Leviathan power contained in the monk has automatically returned to Leviathan with his death.

This one in front of me is now just an ordinary useless head.
It will probably rot faster in just a few minutes.

Just like the body of Thorndike who was trapped by the monks of Keyhole Hell before.

Wu Heng threw the head to the ground and glanced at Imaclada.

No wonder the "Shrine of the Dead" disappeared afterwards.

If the Monk of the Frozen Hell really made a big move here, it would definitely discover Imacladar who was nearby.

The Ice Monk who is in urgent need of merit,

He would never let go of such a high-quality soul as her. Even if she was no worse than an ordinary hell monk, Han Bing would still seek support and capture her.

As long as Imaclada is captured and sent to hell, the Shrine of the Dead will naturally have no soil to exist.

in other words,

He actually saved Imaclada. After all, being enslaved by Leviathan means eternal life, and as long as he passes the plot time, he will leave this world.

Then he waved to the two men, and the three of them continued on their way to Rukahali.

After flying for five minutes,
Wu Heng suddenly stopped.

The sheep-headed demon and Imaclada also stopped at the same time and looked at Wu Heng curiously, not understanding what was happening.

Wu Heng looked towards the place behind him where the plane was flying.
His expression was somewhat gloomy.

The sheep-headed demon saw Wu Heng's facial expression. After getting to know him over time, it realized that Wu Heng was not a person who acted without purpose.

So a black mist swept towards the rear space over a large area.

"Zizizi. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a demon from the labyrinth of hell."

A demon with a height of 3 meters, a body and limbs only as thick as an ordinary person, looks very slender, and has a smooth red insect exoskeleton all over his body.
Appeared in the air.

It has a four-meter-long whip tail that wraps around its body.
Its body looks like an upright lizard, but its head is like a centipede with soft tentacles.

"I saw the scene where you killed the 'Monk Dog' in the maze."

Its long legs, like chicken claws, stand upright in the air, and its slender arms are crossed in front of its chest, showing its relaxed posture.
It didn't seem like he was secretly accumulating strength or planning to attack.

"I come from the Secret Prison, which is the "Messenger" of Abaddon Hell. I am responsible for delivering information from the human world to the Secret Prison."

messenger?

When Wu Heng heard this and looked at this guy again, he actually looked like an unnamed demon in Abaddon's Hell in the plot.

This demon has the ability to travel freely between the human world and the mother hell that gave birth to it.

Even many powerful demons cannot achieve this ability.

No wonder the other party hid so well, after all, it was his talent!

If it weren't for the incidents Wu Heng had caused, which caused many people to have a strong fear of the mysterious mastermind,
When the nightmare force was gathered towards him from all directions, he gathered the nightmare force and then he noticed unusual obstacles all around him.

Otherwise, they won’t be able to find each other.

He really wants this ability!
Wu Heng suppressed his inner desire to devour, and then said calmly: "Then what is the meaning of you following us quietly all the way now?"

"I just want to make sure of your camp." The prison messenger replied.

"We don't have a camp, we just stick together." Wu Heng secretly sent a message to the sheep-headed demon and Imaclada, asking them to cooperate.

Hearing this, the messenger in front of him smiled, and his hooked palate teeth protruding from his lips kept opening and closing and trembling, making a 'sizzling' sound.

"It's just as I thought. You three are obviously not from the same ethnic group, so the possibility of you belonging to the same force is very small."

No wonder it thinks so.
Because this is how the world is, the subordinates of each leader of a faction have their own unique forms.
Just add them,

They will inevitably be transformed into the same form, just like work uniforms.

There is no such thing as a situation where Wu Heng and his two companions, who are humans, corpses, and primitive demons with obviously different forms, occur.

"Is it funny?" Wu Heng said lightly.

"No, I'm just happy."

"At present, our great Lord of the Prison, 'Abaddon', is planning a far-reaching event, an event that no one can escape."

"The reason I tell you this good news is like inviting you to join the Secret Prison Legion."

"I can promise that once you join, I can let you directly skip the infantry and become cavalry, and give you the right to challenge the 'ambassador'."

"Each ambassador leading the legion can compete in a life-and-death duel, and the loser will be replaced."

As if it was afraid that Wu Heng and the other two would not be willing to accept such a cruel challenge, it added: "This is the rule of the prison."

“Every ambassador is selected in this way.”

Wu Heng was a little surprised to hear this. He didn't expect that the purpose of this thing tracking him was to recruit him.

As for the "big thing" that the messenger mentioned, Wu Heng naturally knew that it was Abaddon's plan to attack the human world.

He had no interest in being someone's younger brother, but he could take the opportunity to make some plans.

So he said, "You are very sincere. I can feel that you are not lying. After all, no demon dares to lie in the name of the great Abaddon."

"I am also very moved by what you said, but we have some important matters to deal with first."

"If possible, can you please leave a token to contact you, and we will come to you later?"

"A token?" The messenger frowned upon hearing this and said dissatisfiedly, "What other urgent matter could be compared to the important matter of my Lord!"

"This is something that hasn't even started yet. If it had started, I wouldn't dare delay it."

"There is indeed an urgent matter at the moment, and it will be dealt with soon." Wu Heng explained casually.

"Yes, in that case, I'll give you this blood."

"As long as you sacrifice it with biological blood, I will be able to feel your call."

Abaddon used his fingernails to pierce its right shoulder, revealing a raised pattern similar to an octopus, and a pool of blood flowed out.
The surface of the blood quickly coagulated, forming a circle of red shell, like a pill.

It handed it to Wu Heng.

After Wu Heng reached out to take it, he found that it contained an extremely weak power, the power of the messenger.

(End of this chapter)