Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

These blood were drawn by an invisible force, continuously flowing into the six-pointed star array on the ground. Then, their flesh and blood began to soften, and their bones gradually emulsified. Their bodies were like deflated balloons, gradually collapsing to the ground.

It turned into puddles of freshly kneaded noodles, which then gradually transformed into a strange mixture of human and animal fat.

These substances come together.

The burly man's left foot trembled slightly again, and a channel formed from his foot to the six-pointed star. The substances flowed along the channel towards the burly man and then drifted towards the runes in the triangular pit behind him.

As new flesh and blood were injected, the blank areas around the pit were continuously filled with blood-stained runes.

Flesh and blood clashed with the incantations, producing sizzling and burning sounds.

These blood and flesh contain the souls of soldiers, who are using their souls to fight against these spells. At the same time, their souls are being constantly annihilated by the spells. Of course, all of this is passive.

This is a clash that originates from flesh and blood.

The entire pit was completely surrounded by this flesh and blood, forming a fleshy barrier.

The eerie incantations twisted and turned within it, but the crimson color did not fade or disappear; instead, it grew increasingly intense, as red as blood.

Furthermore, the strokes of the incantation became increasingly bold, as if blood were flowing.

But in reality, this is a kind of distorted depiction of pollution. As long as its form is polluted to a certain extent, its structure will be altered.

It's like taking a character written with a brush and then smearing it with the brush again, turning it into a huge ink dot; then it loses the original meaning it represents.

The same applies to these incantations. When they are defiled to a certain extent, their meaning changes, and they lose their sealing power. At that time, the barrier will naturally be broken.

Lucifer's clones can naturally walk in reality.

The strong man paid a heavy price to emerge from hell this time; it was at least the culmination of his millennia of hard work.

His time on the surface was limited, which was why he was so furious, but the other party was his superior, so he had no choice but to do so.

With the acceleration of this flesh and blood, it is estimated that in a maximum of four more hours, the spell binding Lucifer will be completely destroyed, and after experiencing this confrontation, Lucifer will be able to stay in reality for even longer.

This is an exchange that comes from the rules; it has overcome one obstacle set by the rules, and this is the time it deserves!

As Ron drove through the jungle, he felt an increasing sense of foreboding.

He knew Lucifer wouldn't give up easily, so the group's vehicles continued driving, and after two hours, they finally arrived deep in the forest.

The black lines on the heart became increasingly clear.

The blackness indicated by its patterns is about to spread to the very end of the heart.

"Almost there?"

"Hmm, the route should be up ahead. Sigh, I hope I made the right decision this time." Ron sighed, and everyone else was equally preoccupied.

Faced with this situation, Ron prayed to God in his heart.

The god he refers to has no definite meaning.

He had already perceived his own will in the scriptures; 'God' no longer referred to God, but belonged only to himself, to his own heart.

All his prayers ultimately pointed to himself, serving as a reminder of his own character, rather than genuinely seeking protection from the unknown.

"Ahem, look ahead, there's a small wooden hut. Could this be the so-called Devil's Altar? Judging from its dilapidated state, we might have come to the wrong place!"

Jeff pointed to a wooden house that appeared ahead, which looked almost dilapidated. Half of the door frame was rotten, revealing black holes, and it looked like it could collapse with a gust of wind.

Everyone looked over, each with their own guesses.

“Some things may not look impressive on the outside, but that’s just a disguise. This must be the devil’s trick!” Kevin pondered. “That makes sense. Maybe they’re there to keep out the devil.” His son William nodded in agreement with his father’s guess.

Ron spoke up at this moment: "No, we're still four hundred meters from the target. We haven't arrived yet. This cabin isn't it!"

"Oh, okay!" Jeff stepped on the gas again.

Everyone had been on tenterhooks, thinking something might happen at the cabin, but they were relieved to find that Jeff had chosen the wrong target. They were also somewhat disappointed and continued to observe everything ahead.

At times like these, they have no interest in chatting in the car.

The vehicle arrived at a place with a rock wall. Following the route signs, walk another thirty meters to the left, and you will reach your destination.

The group followed the directions to their destination, only to find that it was just a huge, ordinary rock wall covered with moss, with nothing unusual about it.

Kevin stepped forward and tapped the stone wall with his ferocious palm. He found the sound to be both crisp and muffled. So he stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it down towards the cliff.

Click!

A large rock wall, three meters long and wide, broke apart, revealing a stone door.

The stone gate's exterior is merely carved into the shape of an arch, but the gate itself is a solid stone connected to the arch.

"How are we supposed to open this? No wonder there are some kind of mechanisms." Jeff touched around, pressing on some uneven or sunken rocky areas, but nothing worked. "Could it be that we need some kind of blood sacrifice? Kevin, why don't you try shedding some blood!"

"roll!"

"That's how it is in movies."

Ron shook his head: "Maybe there's no door at all. I think we might have to fight our way in!"

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, from which a large white stream of light spread from his wrist, transforming his arm into the shape of a 'fly whisk'.

These whiskers, like drill bits, kept swirling around, as if a hollow drill bit was drilling into the stone gate.

*Sizzle!*

The sound of falling gravel continued.

A stone the size of a person was ground into powder, which settled on the ground and flowed towards the cave entrance.

Jeff and Kevin exchanged a glance, looked around, and one of them tore off a car door and used it as a shovel to scrape away the gravel.

Each shovelful lifts a cubic meter of stone chips, which are then scattered to both sides of the road, clearing away the debris.

In just a short while,
A passage was then completely opened in the stone gate, and Ron felt his tentacles suddenly disappear, immediately knowing that he had arrived at the location of the altar.

"Come on, let's go in."

The group stepped into the newly opened, dark cave.

Within the seemingly polished, smooth wall cavity, there appeared faceted patterns of human skeletons.

They have all turned into fossils, and the entire fossilized skeleton is covered with densely packed caves.

It's as if this place was once a mountain range made of bones, but because so much time has passed, these mountains have become fossils.

Faintly, eerie sounds could be heard in the air currents, as if countless souls were grinning and waiting for them to step in.

The further you go in, the stranger the skeletal shapes become, and they gradually grow taller.

Some skulls became sharp, gradually losing their human-like appearance and instead becoming filled with various bizarre shapes, including goat heads, resembling images of sacrifices. (End of Chapter)