Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The two Eagle Claw knives in Deep Throat's hands rubbed faster and faster, and the harsh sound was like the cheers of death.

Harry's keen sense as a detective allowed him to detect the problem in Deep Throat's words.

He was actually traded without his permission.

"It seems like I have no way to escape, so how can I get to hell?" Harry put out the cigarette in his hand.

The hot and stimulating feeling made him sober.

“With the box method, you can feel it right away.”

"what?"

As soon as he said this, wires with various sharp hooks on the tips shot out from the walls around him.

Harry's body was strangled in circles, like a tied crab or prey trapped in a spider web.

As the other end of the wire on the wall shrinks.

Harry Daemo was like a fish on a chopping board, with the wire cutting into his epidermal fat and muscles, and finally getting caught on his bones.

Bones are severed.

It turned into neat pieces of meat, scattered all over the ground.

Life slipped away amid its painful screams.

The Maze Hell has a new high priest, and the person that Harry Daimo wants to use as a bargaining chip is Wu Heng.

At this moment, his clone, Zhui Er, is observing from the human world.

When he heard the American command mention "Heaven's reply", he came here and observed them without the other party noticing.

He wanted to see how they made their inquiries to Heaven.

Under Wu Heng's hidden gaze, an object resembling a nuclear bomb model was brought into the conference room through layers of means.

They pressed a button and a mysterious signal shot high into the sky.

Mixed in with their questions and the conversion ripples, Wu Heng realized that this was an encrypted hell-level language.

The function of this prop is to convert human voice into this language.

It acts like a translator.

Layer upon layer of nightmare power continued to extend along the direction of the signal, tracing back to its source.

After passing through several spaces,
Wu Heng felt a white obstruction, the degree of which had reached the hell level. His nightmare power could break through it, but it would alarm the opponent's airtight defense.

The nightmare force did not force its way in.

But judging from the intensity of this white force, it is just an ordinary hell level, and even the existence of the signal it receives may not even be hell level.

For the other party, this place may just be a shelter.

But this is definitely not paradise.

The heaven and God in this plot world are all extremely mysterious.

Under Wu Heng's observation,
A reply came out, but this reply message was not sent by the Lord of Hell, but had also been transformed.

This allows other hell lords to feel this information through the hell channel.

However, it is impossible to read its content, nor is it possible to determine how strong its source is. Even Wu Heng cannot be completely sure of this.

But based on his judgment, Wu Heng suspected that this might be the breath of some living angel.

Just make sure it's not God, that's all.

He silently memorized the coordinates and then withdrew the nightmare power.

In the command room,

Many politicians were sitting here anxiously, quietly waiting for the signal to emerge from the acceptance ceremony of the nuclear bomb model-like object on the table in the front.

They were waiting, but the African cursers and Spencer were not waiting. The bloody cursers roared and rushed towards the pedestrians on the roadside, making excited noises: "Judgment Day is here, bastards."

One of the cursers took off a person's skin and put it on his body, and as the blood was absorbed, the half of his head that was missing was restored.

It said excitedly: "Ah, I remember now."

"When I was alive, I worked for the Republican Guard. I think we should form a team first and then prepare technicians."

"Then take as many women and children as possible as hostages."

"As for those men, we can tear open their backs, revealing their spinal spurs, and line them up like a tea party!"

Spencer is in the center of the blood zombies.

The chair of flesh and blood on which he sat was like a growing mushroom, extending continuously from the thick flesh and blood surface and growing towards the sky.

The flesh and blood coagulated into a hideous pillar of flesh.

Nail Head Spencer sat on it, with strange bugs crawling on his torn belly, and beams of faint blue light piercing his skin.

"This moment has finally arrived!"

"It's time to share my love with the world." Spencer murmured.

His words made the Blood Corpse Curse followers cheer excitedly.

"Cheers to our ruler!" The curser raised the heart and intestines in his hands. These organs were still dripping with blood and felt warm to the touch.

This makes their cold bodies feel the warmth and sweetness of blood.

Like ordinary humans, they like new things.

It’s just the food content that’s a little different!
Spencer's body rose into the air from the hideous tall flesh throne. The faint blue light all over his body was like a series of empty chains hooked onto his face and skin.

He felt the pain of those he had dragged into hell.

"Ah! Pain!"

His mind was like a movie, with various images flashing continuously. This feeling made Spencer extremely enjoyable. It was as if he had sensed some core idea. He was intoxicated and said:
"All thoughts come from confusion and pain!"

“Even pleasure is nothing more than a response to pain and an attitude toward pain.”

His eyeballs turned pure blue, like two blue glass balls.

Spencer's consciousness sank deeper and deeper into it, as if he had sunk into a vast ocean, and he was madly absorbing nutrients from it.

Thoughts keep coming to mind.

"I see!"

"All of life is an embroidered tapestry of painful memories, a map that leads us to the inevitable end."

“Without the embroidered curtain and the map, our lives will be meaningless, and we will become aimless and fearful escapers.

The blue light emitted from his body turned into violent phantom blue lightning. Nail Head, who served as the high priest of Hell, actually wanted to not only seize Leviathan's fragment of Hell.

He also wants to seize the position of Leviathan!
“It turns out that feeling pain is a process of perceiving the characteristics of energy, which is an energy that must be embraced and understood.”

"Trait, it has surpassed any logic or emotion, it is the prophecy of evolution, don't look away, I won't be distracted!"

"Come on, this is my soul."

"I will feed you, nourish you, and hold you firmly!"

"It will be wielded by me, and become a weapon forged from my mind, and become a god!"

The sun in the sky retreated, and the faint blue sun slowly rose from the ground in Africa.

"This is my will, this is God's will, I feel it!!" Spencer's eyes became completely dark, and the faint blue light condensed in the deepest part of his pupils and was hidden.

The light on him is spreading. (End of this chapter)