Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Holy robe!" Wu Heng learned its name the moment he touched it.

It is condensed from the creator's second power, 'super-cosmic power', and is the second means to ensure that the evil god loses control.

At the same time, this is also the final means to ensure that the evil god loses control.

In other words, if the sacrifice ceremony fails again, then the evil god will be born, and as long as Wu Heng does not take action, there will be no way to stop the evil god from destroying the world.

After Wu Heng took the holy robe in his hand, he immediately used his dual characteristics to continuously wash it, eliminating the creator's will contained in it.

Lightning-like rays of light dissipated from the surface of the holy robe.

In the end, it completely lost the strength to break free and turned into a dead object in Wu Heng's hands.

Its abilities were not impaired, only the hidden hand of its creator was wiped out.

However, it also caused it to lose its connection with the world, because the world is part of the creator's body.

This will naturally weaken the blessings it originally received.

"As long as it doesn't affect its own uniqueness, it's enough!" Wu Heng flipped through it.

Then the blood power was injected.

The white cloak instantly turned into a crystal clear red, and the cloak turned into a red mist, wandering behind him and gently tied at his back.

"Is this the second power, the super-cosmic force?"

Wu Heng frowned slightly, because he didn't feel that the cloak had any effect, which was inconsistent with its special nature.

As his thoughts turned, he thought of the scene when the light shield gathered and integrated all the light, turning the entire Japanese island into mud.

He wore the Crown of Terror, and his body, like a sculpture of ice, was suspended in the air. He spread out his hands, with two streams of black and red power emerging from his left and right palms.

Put your palms together.

The two streams should have erupted with violent fluctuations, just like the explosive and unstable characteristics on the moon before, and the cloak behind them turned black and red.
These two characteristics merged together silently.

It is not like the mixed colors that were forcibly blended together before, but a seamless dark red color, with a strange two-color glow looming.

This force naturally exudes a contradictory feeling that makes people feel scared, yet unable to help but get close to it.

Even the demon level can't resist it in the slightest.

As for ordinary people and spellcasters, they don't even have the ability to look directly at it. For them, the moment they see it, their souls will be sucked into it.

It has already surpassed the normal power level of the Lord of Hell.

"Fusion?"

Wu Heng easily controlled the power in his hands. It turned out that this was the ability of the cloak.

The crown is "condensation" and the cloak is "fusion", and the combination of the two even increases his strength by nearly 50%.

This is already an exaggerated thing for the hell level.

Every slight increase in their strength requires a long period of accumulation, and this kind of increase is unimaginable for them.

"With my current strength, I should be able to control Leviathan Hell!"

He took this powerful force back into his body.

The satellite signals in the sky that were aimed at this place were just some electronic images received remotely. They were not real power. The bigwigs sitting behind the screens felt like they had been hit by a heavy hammer.

In the war preparation meeting rooms of various countries, people collapsed at once.

All their memory cells were damaged, their brains suffered a concussion, their ears were filled with tinnitus, and their ears and eyes were bleeding from their noses.

He was quickly protected by the guards outside the door and fortunately his life was not in danger.

The screen in the command and operations room only appeared for a moment before it went out, and there was a scorching smell of burnt wires. The solar panels of the satellite in the sky were burned and the signal was lost.

No one knows where Wu Heng has gone.

In front of the only intact hotel in Portland.

A dusty wooden stake was casually stuck there, surrounded by a crowd of people, some of whom were ragged and some were well-dressed.

But they were all crowded here at this time, regardless of status.

Everyone's expression was filled with fanaticism, staring at the top of a wooden stake in the middle. There was nothing special about the stake, it was just an ordinary wooden stake.

Everyone's eyes were on the skinny corpse nailed to the stake.

After three consecutive days of exposure to the sun, his body had lost a lot of water and became shriveled.

Its appearance was exactly that of a corpse that should be buried immediately.

But everyone was waiting eagerly, they were waiting for a miracle to happen, waiting for the promise made by the man on the stake.

As the sun rises overhead.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and the noise was noisy and full of crying and excitement.

"It's moving. It's moving!" A trembling voice came from the crowd.

"He is truly alive, he has confirmed his own words, he is an apostle, he is the resurrected man!"

The crowd bowed down in unison.

Their expressions were full of piety, their eyes fixed on the body that was constantly swelling and becoming more alive.

Just like the time of Jesus' resurrection as recorded in the Bible.

All the cursers hiding around gathered around and showed off their pale bodies, like vampire-like cursers' bodies.

But no one despises them, and they use real deeds to prove their faith, as various news media report on the world disasters that follow one after another.

Especially when the entire Japanese island disappeared, this matter became people's hope.

Wu Heng came to another city and suddenly felt those grafted beliefs. He immediately understood that these were because of those free cursers.

After knowing the truth about the world, they are cleaning up the cursers in another way and protecting their freedom.

Wu Heng didn't care about the cursers' behavior.

Perhaps to the creators of this world, the evil gods, they are like the gods in novels who rely on faith to exist, turning the spiritual thoughts of all beings into a part of themselves.

It’s just that they do it more thoroughly, not just faith, but everything about the other party.

If this were placed in a novel about "the gods", they would be more like gods that rely on "faith" to exist.

It is because of the faith of intelligent creatures, that is, the corruption in their spirits, that they suffered backlash, just like the blasphemy of faith in Western mythological novels.

"It's a Hell-level being, but it has no independent will of its own and regards individual creatures as its own brain components. I have to say it's really stupid." Wu Heng shook his head slightly.

At this time, he already understood the existence of the third force, that is, the third object.

The Creator only had two means to seal the evil god, and both have been exhausted. This third force is not aimed at the evil god.

The evil god's breaking of the seal has become an established fact.

But as long as Wu Heng controls the blood demons and keeps the sacrificial ceremonies in each sealed area intact, and the ceremonies can be carried out successfully, then it will be up to Wu Heng to decide when the evil god will come out.

He has the ability to control this matter. (End of this chapter)