Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Deputy Chief, please kill me! I am in so much pain, my will is about to collapse!"

The surviving marrow eater who was brought back with the wooden plaque of his ancestor pleaded to the people around him.

His face kept switching back and forth between that of a normal human being and the ugly, wrinkled face of an evil spirit.

His expression was full of pain.

From time to time, lumps and pustules would appear on the face, and then quickly disappear.

Having his body invaded by the evil spirit, he knew that his fate would be to become a zombie or even the descendant of that fat maggot.

As a marrow eater who fights against evil spirits, he might as well become one of the evil spirits himself. He is a marrow eater, his father is a marrow eater, and he still remembers what his father told him before he died, that he must never cooperate with evil spirits.

"Elisha, Milo, my good brothers, please help me relieve the pain. My body is almost being controlled and I can't do it myself!" He made a heart-wrenching low voice.

The teeth were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound.

Then his complexion suddenly changed. Half of his face was rotten and bloated, and under the skin there were tiny wriggling maggots, so dense that they looked like blooming granulations.

The maggots formed a grimace and laughed wildly, "What if you take back the sign? We already have the coordinates. This guy must die."

The evil spirit laughed hideously, stretched out its gray, wind-dried fingers, and scratched its face continuously.

The left half of his face was torn apart.

The maggots squirmed like salad dressing being squeezed out, pouring out of the broken face and rolling to the ground.

A young man nearby stepped forward, his arm wrapped in a mechanical-style alloy, inside of which was actually a whole black bone arm.

He is Milo, the good brother of this marrow eater.

"Deputy Patriarch, please grant his wish!" His voice was filled with sorrow.

The deputy clan leader ignored him and said to the evil spirit with an unpleasant expression: "Did you record the coordinate information?"

"It's not just humans who can use technology!"

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"You, the dark clan, will become my food and my captives sooner or later. That time is almost here." The marrow-eater, who was possessed by the great evil spirit through the same evil energy, roared excitedly.

Facing the crowd's requests.

The deputy patriarch waved his hand and said, "Do you really think you will succeed?"

"Someone, send him into the extremely cold pool."

The previous marrow eaters were due to lack of rotten marrow, so each of them could only change a small part.

If the evil spirits invade to this extent.

Then the only ending is death.

“You may have forgotten one thing.”

"With the wooden sign, we have the coordinates, which means we have a large amount of rotten marrow, enough to create a complete marrow eater."

“We cannot give up any hope for our meritorious tribesmen.

"We will freeze him first. Once we obtain a large amount of rotten marrow from the graveyard on the wooden sign, we can help him become a complete marrow eater."

"By then he will be able to fight against these evil spirits and survive. Don't give up any hope." The deputy patriarch said seriously.

Hearing this, everyone present became excited.

Yes!

Everyone is afraid of being poor and has forgotten one thing, that is, now they are like nouveau riche who have won the lottery and just need to cash it in. They no longer have to guard their little savings and calculate how many steamed buns they can eat for each meal.

"We need to immediately gather all our forces and head to these coordinates. We cannot let the evil spirits get ahead of us. We have an innate affinity for these cemeteries."

After the dark clan's marrow eaters had a discussion, each marrow eater, led by their senior wizards, headed to different nodes separately.

At the same time, all the people on the list were contacted.

These people are local wizards and exorcists from various places. They all had the desire to become marrow eaters. After all, these indigenous wizards, for various reasons, would be invaded by evil spirits and their lifespans would be shortened to varying degrees.

For them, marrow eaters are simply the most perfect physique. Previously, because rotten marrow was rare, they could not accept these wizards even if they had passed various tests.

But it is different now.

As long as we continue to mine the rotten marrow, we can continue to expand our team like a snowball.

After these wizards became marrow eaters, they instantly became much stronger than the ordinary young people in the tribe.

All will become a major force against evil spirits.

Now it’s a fight with the evil spirits, and it all depends on who can seize the initiative first.

The giant worm-like evil spirit who had lost his token, called Gaston in the evil spirit world, had already arrived at the location of the first cemetery.

They controlled about 100 ordinary people, who became confused and lost their judgment.

They were surrounded by bloated evil spirits.

Driven to the center of the flat ground in front.

"Is this where the cemetery is?" Gaston roared.

One of the evil spirits, who was estimated to be a fat man weighing 600 pounds, responded with some gesticulations and a grin.

Gaston raised his head and roared.

Afterwards, the ordinary people who were controlled by these evil spirits were grabbed by the arms and legs and thrown into the center of the plain like piglets.

Many people were suddenly awakened.

He felt the pain of broken arms and legs, groaned and screamed, then looked at the evil spirits around him and was frightened to the point of being almost paralyzed.

Many women let out ear-piercing screams.

But it made the evil spirits even more excited and they howled like ghosts and wolves.

The people below were knocked unconscious again by those who were thrown directly at them, and a human mausoleum was formed on the spot.

The fat evil spirits formed a circle, including these people with broken arms and legs.

"It's your turn!"

A young marrow-eater who had lost his eyes and limbs and was placed in a jar like a human pig was lifted out of the pile of evil spirits.

The sticker on his mouth was nailed directly to his cheek with four fingers with long nails.

The fingers were bent and clasped tightly around his cheeks, binding the strips tightly and making it impossible for him to speak.

As the evil spirit moved, the four fingers moved autonomously, stretched out, fell off his face, and crawled to the back.

A human-pig marrow-eater with four holes on her face was revealed, looking like a landmine woman who had just had her lip piercings removed.

His skin was throbbing.

It seemed as if there were countless maggots under the skin. His expression was stiff and he began to spit out a series of spells from the corners of his mouth, like a controlled puppet.

At the same time, a small bulge appeared under Gaston's chest, and a bunch of maggots appeared, and something was pushed out of his body.

It comes in a black bottle.

A fat, bloated evil spirit lowered its head to take the bottle, walked to the side of the human-pig marrow-eater, and poured out the black substance in the bottle as it chanted an incantation.

Just the right amount of rotten marrow.

These rotten marrows acted like catalysts. As the spell was chanted, the flat ground in front of them collapsed instantly, forming a huge blood pit.

These ordinary people fell into the pit, their skin exploded, blood spilt and flowed on the ground.

All absorbed into the soil.

One grave after another appeared.

This place is actually a muddy graveyard! (End of this chapter)