Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"So, I didn't even go through the probation period, but I was rushed to take up the post. Is there something important going on?"

"This doesn't seem to be in line with the recruitment process, especially in such a majestic hell."

"You said it, my secretary!"

Harry Daemo looked at Deep Throat who was waiting on the side, the culprit who tore his body apart, crushed his soul, and brought him to hell, where he underwent a nightmarish transformation.

"Yes, you guessed it right. There was a very strict process, but now there is no time to apply."

"Due to some unexpected factors, the former high priestess of Hell passed away. Well, the person who caused her death recommended you." Deep Throat said.

"That's an honor. So when you say the situation is urgent, do you mean we should continue chatting like this? If so, then I have plenty of topics to talk about and my curiosity about hell."

"Maybe you could give me a tour of Hell," said Harry.

"Time is running out."

"I did the same thing with the former High Priest of Hell a few days ago. I can only say that you are unlucky and you came at a bad time."

"This is a prison of thought, and inside it is a numb soul. Everything that is happening right now is engraved in its soul. Use the power in your body to perceive it, and you will understand everything."

Deep Throat stretched out his pale right hand, and a blue glass ball the size of a fist appeared in his palm.

"When things are bad, maybe it's because I don't have a backer."

"It's a really unpleasant statement, but no one told me that even if I entered hell, I still needed a backstage."

"And the result of not having a backer is to become the high priest of hell!"

Harry Daemo did not act in a hurry, but complained while trying to stretch out his right hand.

Wow!

A chain appeared out of nowhere and shot towards Deep Throat.

It looked as if it was going to shoot straight through Deep Throat's chest and completely tear him apart with the instruments of hell.

Deep Throat didn't move from where he was, just quietly stretched out his hand.

The moment the chain touched Deep Throat's chest, it turned back, wrapped around the crystal ball in his palm, and pulled it into his palm.

"I'm sorry, it's my first time using my power, and I don't have good control."

"Why don't you hide? Aren't you afraid that my chains will kill you accidentally?" he asked.

"I will not die in this hell, even if your chains pass through my chest."

"These are the rules of hell."

Deep Throat's body didn't move at all, and his facial expression didn't change at all. Only his broken throat, stretched open by the wire, answered Harry's question.

"I see!"

Harry immediately realized in his heart that he had no chance of revenge, so he fixed his gaze on the mind prison sphere in his palm.

The steel nails piercing his head are the painful senses of the high priest of hell.

It is the standard equipment for every high priest of the maze hell!
Harry Daimo activated them, just like turning the pages of a book, and more and more of the souls in this prison of thought stored memories.

Every time he read, the soul inside would scream. It was as if the soul was really a piece of meat being cut, feeling the pain of having the pages turned over again and again.

"It's really a special USB flash drive. It's very efficient, but also very cruel."

"So, my mission is to save the world?" Harry seemed to have seen something incredible.

"I have done some detective work on this matter before, but I just thought it was your invasion. I didn't expect that it involved the division of hell!" "Elliot Spencer, what an amazing guy!" he exclaimed.

Then he picked up the Mourning Box placed aside and injected the Leviathan power in his body into the Mourning Box.

A series of lightning appeared on the surface of the box.

The reality of the situation was also transmitted to him through the surface of the puzzle box in the middle of the lightning, like a surveillance camera.

Harry Daimo looked at the Indian area, where there was no life at all and souls were wailing everywhere, and he was somewhat shocked.

However, due to the change in his sense of pain and thinking patterns, he did not feel too uncomfortable.

On the contrary, these howls of pain, while entering his ears, were also transformed by the 'sense of pain' and actually had a pleasant sound.

This made him feel like a pervert.

But they are somewhat intoxicated by this feeling, just like a homosexual who knows that his orientation is wrong but cannot force himself to return to normal.

"So, you want me, an employee who has only been in office for less than three minutes, to deal with this thing that is bigger than the earth?"

"Just rely on the small chain in my hand? Oh, I feel that even if the chain is ten times thicker, it still can't tie him up. Do you have any good ideas? Or do you want to try your wire?"

"And look at those cursers. There are too many of them. I don't think you can tie them up with your wire."

Harry felt helpless. The High Priest of Hell was clearly a top-level profession, so why did he encounter a hell-level crisis as soon as he took office?

This makes him wonder how to do public relations.

"Of course not. Spencer's power at this time is already invincible among the restricted humans."

"The solution we thought of is to fight poison with poison!"

"We also need a portal, one that can bring Spencer back from the human world. But having a portal in Hell is forbidden!"

"So when the portal to reality is opened, someone needs to go to the human world, flip the portal, and attract Spencer to come in automatically!"

"However, only the High Priest of Hell has the authority to flip the portal! This is a very dangerous job."

Deep Throat looked at Harry Daemo and explained why he was being urgently transformed into the High Priest of Hell.

“So, what has this world given me that I should care about its survival?”

When Harry Damo heard this, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face. He was forced to take up such a dangerous job.

Why?
"The will of hell is not to let you sacrifice. The great Lord has left you a means that is enough to ensure your safety." Deep Throat said.

"Oh, what is it?"

"It's the thought cage in your hand!"

"This soul was not randomly selected. Her memory was sealed in another place."

"But she has a very special name, that is Priscilla Spencer!" she said.

"Priscilla Spencer? Her last name is Spencer, too, so she is?"

Harry Daemo calmed down when he heard that Leviathan did not simply want him to sacrifice himself. This was because his memory had not been modified by Leviathan.

In fact, it is not difficult for the labyrinth hell to transform the high priest.

But Leviathan didn't do this when dealing with Christine and Harry Demo. Even though Nailhead had recovered his memory, no one knew what Leviathan was thinking. (End of this chapter)