Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

At the same time, it also sent a signal to Hell, because at the place where Lilith was killed, it not only detected the aura of the devil, but also the aura of some kind of demon.

The aroma was somewhat strange, but it seemed to have a hint of curry flavor, reminiscent of the descendants of Satan.

"The son of Satan, huh?"

It had heard some rumors about Satan's plans, and previously thought they were just minor squabbles, but now that they were related to its deceased woman, it naturally had to take them seriously.

As its information sank underground, a triangular pit, approximately three meters in diameter, inexplicably collapsed in the forest outside the city.

A bald man, about 2.2 meters tall and with bulging muscles, emerged from the depths of the pit, panting heavily like a wild bull.

He came to the ground, looked around, and then strode straight toward where Lucifer was.

With the help of this additional factor,
The statement made by the man with the mustache from Devil's Heart about sealing off Lucifer for 24 hours has likely changed.

Ron, sitting in the vehicle, suddenly looked up. He sensed an unusual aura flash by from the direction of Red Creek Town, a very unsettling feeling.

"That's the direction of the town. And it's not Lucifer, could it be a new demon?"

Looks like we need to speed things up!
After all, Lucifer never represented a person; he represented a dark force. He was a legendary figure.

Hongxi Town Central Urban Area
A woman standing on the street saw a tall, muscular man walking towards her and couldn't resist striking up a conversation: "Hey, handsome, are you alone? Wow, your muscles are amazing! Want to come upstairs with me for a drink?"

"You can play the trumpet for just $20."

The man completely ignored the woman's advances and walked straight ahead.

The woman suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of the man, revealing a charming smile. She was about to say that it was okay if it was free, but before she could say it, she stopped herself.

A rough, large hand pressed down on her head and casually pushed it aside.

She was like a piece of Play-Doh that had been thrown out, slapping herself against the wall with a "smack," her body flattened in half and firmly stuck to the wall, like a horrifying human ink painting.

The man walked until he reached the alley before stopping.

"This is a restricted area. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter. Sir, please show your identification."

The scene had been cordoned off. Sensing something was amiss, an FBI officer on the perimeter first spotted the strong man and quickly drew his gun.

Upon hearing the commotion, the surrounding police officers all drew their guns and surrounded the area.

This 2.2-meter-tall man stood there dumbfounded, facing the police officers in front of him.

"Sir, please show your ID. Your current state is highly suspicious. Are you on drugs?"

"We are now issuing you a warning. Put your hands up. I want to see that you have no weapons in your hands. Do as I say immediately!" The policeman raised his gun, his hand on the trigger, his tone extremely sharp.

They have been notified that the martial law level in this area will be raised further because it involves some deeper issues.

It is said that the military is about to take over, and military vehicles, including some troops, are on their way.

Faced with the armed threat from the group of police officers in front of him, the man took a deep breath, exhaling two visible streams of air from his nose, like a human-shaped bison. His previously normal eyes instantly turned completely black.

"Crack!"

Standing at the front, the police officer who sensed something was wrong was about to fire.

A crisp sound came from the gun in his hand. The officer noticed that the gun was making a creaking sound, as if it were about to break under the weight.

Immediately afterwards, various parts inside the barrel began to crack and pop, like the sound of steel bars twisting.

Almost instantly, the barrel of the gun in his hand bent at a 90-degree angle and continued to twist.

"What's going on?!" Everyone looked over at the sound.

But before they could investigate further, the officer's hand, along with his arm and body, began to twist uncontrollably.

The sound of bones breaking kept creaking and cracking. The whole person was controlled by an invisible force field, as if they were stuck on a machine tool and being twisted into a hemp ball.

Not only him, but also the dozen or so police officers standing behind him, and even the police cars beside them, were all in the same situation.

Amid a series of crisp sounds of steel, flesh, and bones, the entire space was being slowly twisted by an invisible force.

All the officers could clearly feel their bones rotating, turning counterclockwise by 10 degrees, 20 degrees, until they reached 90 degrees, 180 degrees!
Then it was completely twisted into pieces, including every inch of its muscles.

In just a few moments, only a dozen or so clumps of flesh remained on the field, twisted together like clothes being churned in a washing machine, along with clumps of steel debris from the police cars.

The burly man standing opposite them stomped his foot hard on the ground.

The police officers, who had turned into blood-red blobs of flesh, were suddenly sent flying backward by an invisible shockwave.

Their flesh and blood fell onto the edge of the triangular pit, where they were immediately blocked by an invisible barrier, creating a tangible impact.

The two collided, causing the clumps of flesh to turn into pieces of blood and gore, which were then stuck to the barrier.

The eerie incantations on the barriers began to appear continuously, showing no sign of disappearing, as if they were being corroded by the flesh and blood.

And the burly man's eyes gradually revealed a bloodthirsty glint.

It has received Lucifer's orders and is assisting him from the outside world to completely erase this spell.

The best way to wear down the spell is through flesh and blood—human flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood mixed with soul are the easiest materials to destroy spells.

Because the devil's curse is written in blood and soul, and trying to wipe it off is like the relationship between paint and gasoline. Gasoline is mixed with paint to make it able to crush walls, but to clean it, you also need to use paint.

The same principle applies to the flesh and blood sphere that this burly man is using at this moment.

All he needs to do is let more flesh and blood seep deep inside, defiling the patterns of the incantation, and then the incantation will naturally become ineffective.

However, there is still an important problem: the amount of flesh and blood present is far from enough.

Just as the burly man frowned, intending to leave to find more flesh and blood, he heard the sounds of many armed helicopters in the sky and the tracks of tanks on the ground.

Many people are coming here.

Fragile humanity.

It simply sat there and waited, and the flesh and blood would be delivered to its door automatically.

After all, it was a very lazy creature, especially being squeezed into this tiny shell, which made it inexplicably irritable. (End of Chapter)