Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

This is the power of the wire torture device.

Ordinary people would be almost killed if they were only lightly touched by it. This was because the monks worshipped pain and did not add any additional curse to the wire.

The three of them carried Kurt and retreated quickly.

And Martin began to approach the pseudo-hell monk in front of him step by step. The monk's originally gentle and normal eyes finally changed.

His pupils disappeared and his eyeballs turned completely black.

Like the eyes of a nail.

The ball in his hand kept deforming, and strands of iron wire circled around the mourning box and even pierced through his palm.

Finally the box was fixed into a cube.

"Crack, crack, bang!"

The ground was like a mechanism that had exploded. A huge iron cage made of woven wires suddenly unfolded from underground, enveloping Martin and the other four.

The domain of this pseudo-painful hell monk was fully unfolded.

"Mr. Gear, you don't mind me calling you that, just like I don't mind you calling me 'Smoker'."

"I have to say, you are actually quite pitiful!"

Martin cut the endless stream of wire that kept reappearing, and then suddenly spoke.

The Hell Monk opened his completely black pupils, still staring at Martin expressionlessly, without any response to his words.

"Who do you believe in?"

"Whose code of conduct do you uphold? Does your belief really have a source?"

"Or do you really think that the source of your power is 'pain'?" Martin kept asking.

At the same time, the attack in his hands did not stop. The gears cut towards the monk, and the opponent's wires kept weaving together like a spider web.

Martin became Wu Heng's blood demon, so he could feel the difference between the hell monk in front of him and him.

Plus the other abnormal monsters here.

Even if Wu Heng hadn't told him, Martin had already figured it out on his own that the monsters in this sealed area were probably just clones.

Even they are just a piece of fictitious information.

Instead of being like him, he has a real 'Lord', who does not use his body as an 'organ' but gives meaning to his individual soul!
This is also the reason why Martin believes in Wu Heng.

Martin's words finally worked. There was some light in the dark eyes of the suffering monk, and his head tilted slightly to the side.

While attacking, he also seemed to be thinking.

Click!

Martin's attack broke through the monk's defense. The gears gently scraped and cut open the opponent's black leather jacket, revealing the broken chest inside which was stitched together with wire.

The monk was hit by the force of the blow and was knocked back two steps.

There was a sense of hesitation in his movements. His originally unchanged expression began to show emotional fluctuations, and his eyes began to flicker continuously.

Seeing this, Martin took advantage of the situation and chased after him, with the gears transformed from his palms cutting forward vertically.

The huge traction generated by the spinning gears bound the monk in place as much as possible.

The monk, who would have been able to block this attack if he had remained calm, was now being cut on the arms by two gears as he lost his train of thought.

Puff~!

Two muscular arms tied with iron wire, along with black blood, separated from the monk's body and fell to the ground.

The mourning box that his arms and palms were touching was still shooting out wires.

Martin kicked out, separating his hands. One gear blocked the monk who had lost both arms horizontally, while another gear cut towards the Mourning Box on the ground.

Amid the flying sparks, the mourning box on the ground slowly closed, and the surrounding wire cage area also disappeared.

"who I am?"

Every word was spoken in a dry voice from the throat of the Hell Monk in front of him. He ignored his arms, as if it was not him who had his arms cut off.

Instead, he stared at Martin with his dark eyes filled with fluctuations, waiting for an answer.

"You are you!" Martin replied while continuing his attack.

The body of this hell monk continued to emit black smoke as he was attacked.

He began to think about the meaning of his existence and found that it was a blank.

As long as it is not an evil god-like existence, it naturally will not know that it was born from the evil thoughts of human beings due to the influence of evil gods.

It is a monster without origin.

But as a monk of hell, he is naturally inclined to think about this aspect, which is due to the monk's professional nature.

But this is destined to be fruitless.

Because Martin had taken the opportunity to chop off his head, his left hand returned to its normal skinny palm state and picked it up.

The gear in the right hand smashed the body of the Hell Monk, who was about to continue attacking, into a pulp, and then turned into black mist and dissipated.

"Who am I?" The bald man, with only his head left in Martin's hand, was still asking.

"Don't be silly, this is not something you should be thinking about."

Martin said calmly to the head in his hand.

He could have ended the battle even faster. Not only had he not activated the power of fear in his body, he had also only used 80% of the power of the Blood Demon.

The mission is not yet complete, he needs to hold back some and make a move where the weak defeats the strong.

Only if the Hell Monk in his hand is still regarded as the strongest evil monster in this sealed area to some extent, he will not be so obvious.

At least that's how it is for the evil gods.

As for those ordinary human staff hiding behind the cameras in the monitoring room? Not to mention that the cameras were damaged, even if they were seen, they would not care.

This battle, from beginning to end, was a battle between the Creator and Wu Heng.

Humans are just ants to them, and he was once one of them. That is why he is so angry.

With only two choices, he could only choose Wu Heng.

Because he chose the creator's camp, he couldn't even retain his own individual attributes. Although Wu Heng was a dependant and a slave, at least he was an "individual"!
"We won!" Kurt excitedly clapped his hands when he saw this.

The two girls also hugged each other excitedly.

Even though they were shocked by Martin's strange abilities before, they accepted it after they were sure that Martin wanted to help them.

Although I have many questions in my heart, I know that now is not the time to ask them.

As long as Martin saved them, that's enough!

Holden wiped his dusty glasses, glanced unintentionally, and suddenly panicked, pointing to the right.

"Mama Martin!! And there!"

Following the direction Holden pointed, a masked figure wearing tattered clothes and a hockey mask was digging out a horizontal knife that was two meters deep into the ground.

His arms were as powerful as those of an excavator, and the soil became like tofu under his force.

The soil was dug up.

When Holden pointed at him, he was pulling out the mud-covered horse-slashing sword from the ground. (End of this chapter)