Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

At this point in the human world, there is no need to watch any live TV reports anymore.

Because they only had to look up to see a giant figure so huge that the sun looked like a light bulb next to it.

In a restaurant, the owner of a kitchen outfit who chose to close the store because the streets were filled with gunfire and chaos put down the shotgun in his hand and reached out to pick up the TV remote control.

The host, who was chattering non-stop at the TV station, talking about the danger and calling on everyone to take safety precautions, pressed the power off button.

“It’s time to turn off the TV!”

As he threw the remote, he muttered, "No matter how dark things get, you can never deny the possibility of redemption!"

Then he picked up the ringing cell phone and threw it into the trash can.

"Oh, damn cell phone radiation, it's going to mess up my brain. Apart from some greetings like 'Pete, how are you?' and warning text messages, is there anything new? Like calls from salesmen or something like that?"

The restaurant owner simply cut off all external contacts, closed his ears and prayed for salvation.

Inside the U.S. Operations Command Room,

All the officials stood up and moved to a vast enclosed underground space.

This room is several thousand square meters in size, comparable to a football field.

In the center, more than 20 criminals were tied up.

"There is no death penalty in our country. This is a violation of legal responsibilities!" The Minister of Justice shook his head repeatedly.

The others completely ignored his words, which were simply pretense.

Under the red button of the White House representative, an FBI member in a suit, with a pale and determined face, walked up to the group of criminals.

He opened the suitcase.

Inside was a cube box filled with golden patterns.

He sat upright and held up the 'Mourning Box' that he had sent a fighter jet to find.

He already knew the consequences of opening the box.

But he had been suffering from cancer for a long time and had not many days left to live. Faced with the generous pension that could be left to his family, he voluntarily chose to sacrifice himself.

He loves this country and this world.

Especially when life suddenly encounters an accident, he suddenly realizes how much precious time he has wasted.

Now I can contribute to saving the world at the end of my life, so I know.

"When I realized that 'life is only once', I realized that at that time I had a second life, although it was short, I cherished it more."

He slowly stroked the mourning box, as if he was caressing the world.

"Seeking Hell's help to fight Hell? I hope my sacrifice is right!"

His fingers circled the cylinder in the middle of the golden pattern, and he felt the strange feeling surging from his heart, and a sense of enlightenment surged in his heart.

It seems that the puzzle box contains new life and new experiences.

He felt the temptation from hell.

The cylinder of the box rises slowly, like a cube cut evenly from the diagonal, and it is constantly changing.

Blue lightning appeared, accompanied by strange gunshots.

boom! boom! boom!
And behind these gunshots, there were strange sounds.

"Hell also uses thermal weapons?" This last thought flashed through the agent's mind, and then he lost consciousness.

A bullet was fired from the mourning box.

The bullet penetrated his chest, but behind the bullet, the substantial ballistic airflow turned into chains. A ball of dark blue lightning shot out from the mourning box and landed on the ground nearby.

Two dark blue figures condensed into human form. They were Deep Throat, who was rubbing the blade of Eagle Claw, and Harry Daemo.

At this time, Harry Damo was holding a pistol in his hand.

When he was a human, he was not only a detective, but also a multiple-time shooting champion and had a great love for pistols.

So after becoming the high priest of hell.

When he was transformed by Leviathan, the high priest's hell torture instrument given to him actually condensed into a pistol.

In fact, the pistol can be transformed into any weapon as long as Harry wants.

Of course, if he wants to create a nuclear bomb or something like that, he must first know what the structure of a nuclear bomb is.

Otherwise, even if he imagined the shape of a nuclear bomb and transformed the hell torture instrument into that shape, what he would get would only be the shell of a nuclear bomb.

Not really a hot weapon at all.

So with his knowledge, a pistol was enough to demonstrate the power of the torture device of hell.

Harry Daemo raised his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling of the room.

boom!
The bullet pierced the ceiling, and a black mass appeared at the place where it entered, with blood flowing out. Then more than twenty chains appeared, like a woven fishing net.

Wow, wow, wow--!

These chains penetrated all the sacrificed prisoners on all sides.

Their bodies were sucked into mummies, and a deep black pit appeared on the ground next to Harry in the empty room.

A staircase extends diagonally downward from the pit, leading to the unknown darkness underground.

These chains that were hung from the ceiling, after absorbing the bodies and souls of these people, rose from the ground and shot towards the black hole on the ground.

They swirled in the black hole, like inlaid door frames, winding around the entrance of the hole.

Strengthened it a bit, giving it a death metal feel.

Gusts of cold wind continued to blow out from it, accompanied by various ghost cries. The temperature of the entire spacious room suddenly dropped by more than 20 degrees and reached below zero.

"Two messengers from hell, we have received a reply from heaven, so we summoned you. The giant monster in the sky is destroying the world."

"Perhaps it is a demon that escaped from hell. Can you subdue it?"

The politicians looked at Harry Damon and Deep Throat expectantly, even though their images gave them a chill.

"The destruction of the world has nothing to do with me. It's not me who destroyed it."

"I'm crazy to come here. Damn it, it's coming!"

Harry Daimo fiddled with the mourning box in his hand. Just as he was about to turn it over, a feeling of horror came over him. It was the feeling of death.

At the moment the mourning box was opened,

The giant nail head standing outside the starry sky had already felt it. He turned his fist, rotated his body slightly, and came to the other side of the earth.

One finger pressed hard.

The atmosphere was pierced, causing a violent roar, and flames of a dark blue color burned around the fingers.

That's because the flame rubbing against the air was contaminated by the breath of the wronged souls in the energy of the nail head, and they combined with each other and changed color.

Click, click, click!

There was a sound of collapse from above the ceiling. This place was fifty meters from the ground. If it collapsed, all of them would die here. (End of this chapter)