Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

After the man in the white suit left, the alley was deathly silent. Only the shredded metal from the cars lay scattered on the ground, forming spherical piles around the edge of the alley, resembling some kind of absurd scene.

This state cannot be explained by science; it cannot be matched by any machine tools currently available to humankind, and it is caused by an unknown force.

All the stench of blood in the alley disappeared.

Only the ring of red, fleshy remnants around the pit proved that something terrible had happened here.

Strangely, these flesh and blood contained no trace of blood, as if they had been purified.

Like cooked meat that has been deodorized and cooked, but they are clearly raw, bloody meat paste.

The triangular pit remained unfathomably deep, as if a huge hole had been punched into the Earth's core.

After the various sounds disappeared and silence fell, some nearby residents mustered their courage and gradually approached the area.

But someone couldn't help but collapse to the ground, because he had seen everything through binoculars from a distant balcony, witnessing the entire process that had taken place.

Only after watching the man in the white suit leave did he suppress his trembling legs and struggle to climb back into his room from the rooftop. He frantically dialed the police, wanting to report everything to the police station.

He had never seen such a bizarre scene before.

Especially the man in the white suit, with his oppressive aura that transcends life and can destroy everything at will, seemed to have a clear distinction between his life and that of humans.

It's like a lower organism facing a higher organism.

It was a sense of oppression emanating from his very soul; he was terrified.

Even the other person's appearance was completely imprinted in his mind, unforgettable. The more he tried not to think about it, the clearer it became, as if the other person could pop out of his head at any moment.

His will was about to collapse, and he felt a sense of surrender to the other party.

He was terrified of this feeling; he had a strong premonition that when he completely surrendered, he would no longer be himself.

But he couldn't avoid this feeling, because the other person was in his mind, lingering there, and he couldn't control his memories.

All communications for the frontline troops were instantly cut off.

It immediately attracted the attention of the rear command.

They have sent more soldiers here, and have also received calls from nearby residents who were lucky enough to witness the whole thing.

Although it seemed incredible, the fact that such a large number of troops could be wiped out silently and instantly within the territory of the United States was beyond their imagination.

If they don't believe the residents who reported the incident, they can't even explain it using other scientific circumstances.

In other words, the absurd claim of a "man in a suit" seems to have become the only plausible explanation.

But this is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Inside the command post, after careful consideration, a lieutenant general picked up a landline and dialed a number.

His face showed embarrassment; it was a department he had once looked down upon.

He once believed that the army's firepower was the only truth, and therefore looked down on the other party, unwilling to deal with them, thinking that they were a complete fraudulent department.

But at this moment, he had no choice but to call and ask the other party for help.

The other side has its own team, which operates in parallel with the previous secret unit dedicated to capturing Fuo, except they specialize in dealing with 'theological' forces. Perhaps this time, they'll uncover some of the truth.

But what troubled him most was that he still didn't know how to write this report.

The number of soldiers who died was far too high.

Based on the US military death compensation at that time, such a huge number of deaths, if all of them were to be counted as fallen soldiers, would probably cost an astronomical sum of US dollars.

This is far too much for their state to afford!

According to the resident who reported the incident, there appears to be no body.
The general, realizing this, suddenly had a thought: 'No body means missing, not dead.'

There are many reasons why someone might go missing: they might desert, they might still be alive, or they might be dead.

In short, without a definitive judgment and a complete body, it is impossible to determine whether someone has been killed in action.

Thinking of this, he immediately began to write rapidly.

This idea of ​​mine will save countless military expenses!
While officials in Hongxi Town were urgently dealing with everything...

At the Devil's Altar in the Mitchell Forest.

Looking at the demon marks on their hands, everyone felt very uncomfortable. At this moment, they all felt a faint connection to the figure in the pool, a kind of restraint.

It was as if the other party was monitoring them all at all times.

This demonic mark was like a leash tied to everyone, but at this moment they dared not cause any further trouble.

The mass of flesh and blood formed from the heart stood still, like a human figure shaped from noodles.

His appearance became increasingly distinct, eventually transforming into a being with human features but a face shaped like a black goat.

Its hoof-shaped outer skin on its hands kept stretching and splitting, turning into five slender fingers that resembled triangular fingernails, like chicken claws, but completely black and covered with scales, which showed how sharp they were.

This bizarre humanoid monster that appeared out of nowhere stood upright and elegantly, yet it gave everyone present an immense sense of oppression.

"You did a good job this time."

"Congratulations on lifting my seal. As my followers, I will grant you one wish. Speak your request!" A deep yet serene voice came from the goat-man's mouth, echoing throughout the cave.

The blood pool on the ground had completely dried up and turned into an ordinary stone pool.

The skeletons embedded in the walls and standing in the corridor all creaked and groaned. They raised their heads, then lowered them again, kneeling on the ground, as if they had been given some kind of digital life, becoming a series of lively puppets.

This feeling gives one the impression of being more agile than a robot, yet lacking in consciousness.

Everyone looked around in astonishment at these changes.

The goat-man devil patiently explained, "They have all been annihilated."

"Over a long period of time, its soul and will have completely disappeared, and all that remains are some basic instincts of power."

"It's been so long, I don't even know how long I've been locked up. The air smells so sweet and the aroma is so enticing."

When he spoke of aura, the demon's eyes subconsciously swept over everyone, but he skipped Ron, Kevin, and Jeff, focusing instead on Caroline and her son. (End of Chapter)