Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The next day, dawn.

The roads in Oregon look like they have been plowed, and the highways look like broken rice crusts.

Many people sat on the roadside, at a loss.

The Oregon State Police, the Emergency Management Agency, the Fire and Rescue Department, the National Guard, and almost all rescue organizations have mobilized personnel.

Various personnel in police uniforms rushed to the rescue on motorcycles, on foot, and in helicopters.

The road is in terrible condition.

Even the special mountain operation vehicles were completely blocked before they reached the highway near Portland and could not pass.

"Matthias, you said we all risked our lives, but those politicians still won't tell us the truth!" a soldier complained.

"Who said it wasn't? To be honest, I joined the army for the money, not to lose my life," replied the soldier called Matthias.

"Oh, I came here because my family asked me to!"

"Did you see that strange huge figure in Polante in the middle of the night? Those guys actually said it was a geomagnetic illusion!" The soldier looked left and right and whispered.

"Of course, I swear it exists."

The soldiers had a lot to say about the rescue, the most important thing was that they did not believe that the earthquake was caused by plate movement due to a volcanic eruption.

It's a joke.

Although Oregon has South Sister Volcano, Mount Hood, Newberry Volcano, etc., the Pacific Plate subducts to the North American Plate, leading to active geological activities.

But the Oregon Geological Survey, which monitors the geology at all times, had no prior warning.

"If it really is a volcano, these people from the Geological Bureau should all be shot. Look at these dead people!" The soldier was originally pointing to the corpses on the roadside to his companions.

As a result, when I turned around, I saw a corpse that was squeezed by the huge rocks of the ruins, like a squeezed meat paste, or a toad-like corpse flattened by car wheels.

The empathy for his own species made him feel uncomfortable instantly.

I couldn't help but vomited.

"Ugh, fuck Valen." Another soldier looked in the direction of his finger and vomited as well.

"Everyone, shut up. It seems like you guys are so idle that you even have the energy to spit it out."

"Everyone, run forward."

A horn roared from a helicopter flying low overhead. It was the voice of their superior.

Amid the sorrow of the people of Oregon, Wu Heng returned to the sealed area of ​​Polante.

He looked around in completely different valleys.

The sealed valley that had been melted by the evil god was completely reshaped by the clay hands, like solidified glue.

Even trees and vines grew here by force.

All this is thanks to the white light coming from the crown.

Wu Heng felt the crown on his head that was hidden along with his true body. He called it the 'Crown of Fear'.

This object, which was completely possessed by the power of nightmare and blood, had been branded with his mark and had become his.

If it weren't for his dual characteristics, even he wouldn't have been able to take the crown.

At this moment, the soil in this sealed area contained a more solid power, which was more than twice as strong as what Wu Heng had felt before. He believed that even if the evil god had a chance, he would not choose this place to break the seal next time.

Because they didn't know that Wu Heng had already won the crown.

As the seal closed, Wu Heng could not forcefully tear the seal apart again, because such destruction was irreversible. Forcible destruction would likely cause all the evil gods to break the seal and come out together.

It seems that if I want to know what the next item is and what power it possesses, I will have to wait until the next seal fails.

His thoughts went underground.

The sealed area office and cabin, which had collapsed with the birth of the evil god, reappeared.

Even new.

Even the various modern lines are brand new copper wires.

In the maze-like squares underground, all kinds of monsters reappeared as if they had been resurrected.

The only thing missing is the 'Monk of Hell'!
It seemed that he had completely lost the will to live because of Martin's words and the attack from the true Lord of Hell. He refused to accept that everything about him was false, and disappeared completely.

This is his own choice.

After confirming that this place has temporarily lost its meaning and there is no need to pay any more attention to it.

Wu Heng flashed and left the silent Sealed Canyon. When he appeared again, he was already on the streets of Portland.

The once bustling streets were now filled with only blood and wailing. The residents sitting on the rubble had dazed expressions, and no one knew what they were thinking. Some were even moving stones without saying a word, as if there were loved ones beneath the stones.

The sound of motorcycles could be heard in the distance, and the rescue team was advancing.

Wu Heng sensed two familiar auras from the crowd. One was the soul aura of a believer with pure thoughts who conformed to the Creator's taste, while the second was the aura of a blood curser.

He stared at it.

A group of priests and another group of people wearing black windbreakers and hoods were clearly divided into two groups.

Wu Heng was very familiar with that group of people in black windbreakers!

Because this group of people were the blood cursers he had transformed after he had fished them out of the white statue on the moon in order to fulfill Martin's promise.

They are special, and their consciousness has not yet been controlled by Wu Heng.

Although whether to control it or not is up to him.

After enduring the long terror in the white room and gaining freedom, these people did not choose to enjoy themselves, but chose to follow Martin and clear away all their beliefs.

Fight for the freedom of individual consciousness of 'human beings'.

But at this moment, they did not kill the believers like mortal enemies as before, but chose to pause and rescue those suffering.

A priest with long eyebrows, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a loving look moved a stone and saw the corpse underneath.

He pulled out a Bible from his stained black robe and began to pray.

He was praying for the corpse in front of him, hoping that the corpse could go to heaven.

Seeing this scene,
The blood cursers who gathered together suddenly became angry and crushed the gravel in their hands.

Only they understand that this is not a blessing at all, but increasing the other party's suffering.

"Gary, please bear with it for a while. The living are more important than the dead!"

"When the rescue is over, that's when they'll go and truly apologize to those lost souls. I hope they like 'white'!"

One of the cursers, who was wearing a hood and dressed like a special forces soldier, with only his red eyes showing, said in a deep voice.

When Wu Heng saw what was happening, he sighed.

He was already accustomed to death, even to the point of playing with it in his hands and controlling souls at will, but he couldn't help but sigh. (End of this chapter)