Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The shaman's fake smile became more obvious. He raised his black hand with golden jewels, as if inviting a guest, and said, "So, please eat it, warrior."

"And be free!"

As it raised its hand, a golden pit appeared on the ground between where it and Spencer were sitting.

It is golden and bottomless.

Spencer was shocked when he saw the scene in the pit.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

Under his gaze, eight-legged bugs, like rice bugs but the size of a thumb, with flesh-colored bodies, crawled out in a crowded crowd.

Apparently, this is what it is inviting Spencer to enjoy the food.

"Free yourself from the chains of your humanity, no longer bound by anything, and achieve the greatness for which you are destined!"

The strange pile of insects, surrounded by golden light, was full of incongruity.

“What a terrible place”

"My love, oh, this is such sweet pain!"

“I look forward to suffering.”

Words kept coming out of the bodies of these insects, which were exactly what Spencer had said.

These bugs came from his mind.

Nail Head Spencer stretched out his palm and pinched a bug, which instantly bit his index finger. Indescribable pain surged from his fingertips into his heart, causing his brain to twitch.

He threw the bug to the ground.

This pain actually ignored his self-perception, as if it could speak, questioning his pain.

Spencer came to his senses and forced himself to adapt to the mental pain. He reached out and pinched another insect and stuffed it into his mouth.

The insect's sharp eight legs tore his mouth and made it bleed, but he still kept chewing.

'Baji!'

The worm was cut into two halves by the teeth in the bloody mouth, and the green juice in its body exploded in Spencer's mouth.

A feeling a hundred times more painful than having a mouth full of mustard surged into my heart.

This pain made tears flow from the corners of his eyes, and his soul was suffering unprecedented torture and test.

The insect fluid flowed out from the corners of his mouth, constantly corroding the flesh of his chin.

He kept eating, unconscious tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the blood from his corroded chin, wetting his white clothes.

The bugs that emerged from the gold pit were all devoured by Spencer.

He ate his own soul bite by bite.

"You have succeeded, warrior, you should be happy!" The weird shaman's face was still filled with a stiff and weird laugh.

As it spoke these words, it slowly disappeared from its original spot.

The entire room began to fade and then disappeared, leaving only a vast, dark blue, boundless space.

Spencer held his stomach and sat on the ground with difficulty.

"Ahem. Ouch!"

"It was such an exciting feeling. I felt like I was sinking like a rock, and then I died alone."

There was a wriggling sound coming from the stomach he was covering, as if flesh and blood were being stirred.

'ah--!'
Spencer ripped open his shirt, and his abdomen bulged three times like a misshapen basketball tumor.

Bumps of varying sizes kept rising and falling and crawling under the belly.

There were a lot of bugs biting inside his abdomen.

"My. My soul, come and rest with me!"

He knelt on the ground with his head raised, blood splattering all over his body, and the scene in front of him returned to the real world. An unknown force surged into his body.

At this moment, Nailhead Spencer felt the "characteristic", which was different from the distorted value of "pain is enjoyment" of the Hell Monk due to the deformed sensory organization.

He truly felt the quality of pain.

The reason is that during his tenure as high priest, he understood pain and that this hell also came from Leviathan.

He was competing with Leviathan for the qualities of the air.

This power is so strong and so intoxicating!

Outside the high wall,
The tourists who were watching saw the blue light spreading through the high walls and sweeping towards them.

"Hurry up and get in the car, turn around, and let's get out of here!"

"Let's go, let's go. We need to get as far away from that blue ghost thing as possible!"

"Oh my god, it's coming."

"Oh my god, I don't want to get involved with this shit. I feel like it will turn me into one of those skinless monsters."

The crowd turned around and began to flee frantically.

Inside the Intelligence Bureau, a middle-aged man was sitting in a meeting room with a group of people.

"Quick, back up a little, what is this?"

"Oh my God!" Everyone was stunned.

One of the staff members reported:

"Report, these images were taken by the Earth Eye-180 satellite in the Bengal region west of Kolkata at 1 hours."

The screen showed that blue light swept across the nearby city, and chains condensed by deep blue energy wrapped around the fleeing cars and the tourists.

These chains emerged from every corner of the ground like tentacles of the earth, and they appeared in a translucent energy state.

And within the high walls, there was a huge ball of blue light, like a rising sun.

"Can anyone tell me what happened to these people?"

The middle-aged man pointed at a scene on the screen, which showed a curser covered in blood and skeletons, with no skin, surrounding a crowd and sucking the life out of them.

"ISS calling, sir."

The communicator was handed to the middle-aged man.

"Gentlemen, what the hell just happened? Communication over?"

"Report, we are detecting proton events through the space station, but the International Space Station is currently being interfered with and the signal is interrupted."

"I don't care about that, I want results!"

"Sir, I suggest that all three contact teams be verified. It's not that I want to be a jerk, but I cannot let that incident in history happen again."

The middle-aged man who heard this roared: "I don't care about anything!"

"I don't want to hear any historical stories, Colonel. I just want the truth, do you understand?"

"The proton incident, disgusting, skinless people.! And. why is the whole of India now covered in blue fog?"

"We cannot be confused like the rest of the world. If you don't have the ability to verify the truth, then you'd better pray for God's help, or find someone who has relevant experience and knows the truth right now. Do you understand, sir? This is my order, a military order!"

"Sir, yes! Do it immediately, sir!" The colonel in military uniform stood at attention and saluted.

It didn't take long for a person to be found and he quickly got in touch with the president who was in a meeting.

"Hello, Mr. Dai Mo, this is the operations room. The National Security Agency notified us that you have the information we need. You have been valued by us, and I hope you can tell the truth!"

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's not easy, finally someone is willing to listen!"

"I think you need to prepare yourself."

"In short, disaster is coming, gentlemen. Hell is knocking at our door. Humanity has entered an emergency situation where everyone will die without sacrifice. I suggest issuing a global red alert immediately." (End of this chapter)