Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

To it, this purest human scent was like a freshly baked cake, exuding an enticing aroma.

The warmth of their blood, like strawberry jam sandwiched between layers of bread, constantly drew in their saliva.

Its stomach was rumbling, just like a human who hadn't eaten for three days.

If it weren't for its own sense of propriety, it probably would have already devoured the two of them without any hesitation.

As for so-called reward? What a joke! The devil never gives rewards, he only gives retribution.

Kindness deserves its reward!
Ron wanted to voice his desires and ask the devil to grant them.

His wish was that 'this devil must not harm any ordinary human being'.

However, he knew very well that the other party would never agree to such a request.

This is practically putting a tight rein on the other party. The 'wishes' that this goat-man mentioned might just be things that can be done easily. To take them as some kind of gentlemanly promise is simply a joke.

These people may gain nothing and even suffer a backlash.

"You may call me Lord Samuel." A strange stone throne, resembling a snail shell or a curled-up human hand, rose from the pool of blood. The demon sat on it, looking down at the crowd with arrogance.

“Great Lord Samuel, we only wish to live, to survive,” Ron said, expressing the people’s plea.

This request is the simplest, but also the most difficult.

They are being hunted down by Lucifer.

“The heart you used for the sacrifice came from my descendants. Tell me, what happened that you were able to bring its heart here? Since its heart has already been sacrificed, it proves that it must have died.”

"Yes, we came here to survive, and it gave us its heart willingly."

Upon hearing this, the goat-man devil looked at Kevin's chest. He could sense the cursed aura contained within the healed wound, which originated from the devil's power.

This is a kind of innate curse used by the devil.

This is enough to prove that its descendants were not forced, but were truly driven to some limit before they used this curse.

But what kind of person in this world could push it to this extent?

This guy has been sealed away for too long and has no understanding of the current situation.

Perhaps all it needs to do right now is chew on a human brain, plunder its memories, and it will be able to understand what era we are in now and what changes have taken place in this world.

Unfortunately, there aren't any extra heads here.

But there's no need to rush. Once we're out of the cave, we can have as many heads as we want.

Humans outside are like wild strawberries—convenient, delicious, and everywhere.

It was completely free to pick them.

As for the two pure-hearted humans in front of it, it should hold back for now; it must maintain its own manners.

For the devil, etiquette is a very important thing, and it must go hand in hand with power.

This is their primary way of distinguishing themselves from demons; they view demons as brutes and rude creatures, and constantly look down on them, using this to mock them. The more they do this, the more they limit themselves.

After all, in this world, those who care about saving face are the ones who suffer the most.

It already felt an unbearable hunger in its belly, a longing of the soul for blood and food. Why couldn't these damned believers understand its own feelings? Why couldn't they willingly offer themselves as sacrifice, offering their flesh and blood as sustenance to welcome the Lord's glory?

“Great Lord Samuel, we only wish to survive, enemy…” Before Ron could finish speaking, the light in the entire cave seemed to dim several degrees.

Contrary to this, the visual environment inside the cave is much clearer.

It should have been darker and more indistinct, but this darkness seemed to emit a light, a dazzling black light.

Everyone was shocked by this change, and at the same time they felt a heart-pounding, suffocating atmosphere coming from the cave entrance.

"It's coming!"

"It was this that killed my boss, Mustache, who is also your descendant. I've already sensed it!" Kevin said hastily.

The goat-man devil stood up from his seat, staring intently at the cave entrance with a grave expression.

"Huh!" A clear, questioning voice came from the direction of the cave entrance, echoing inside the cave. The baritone voice sounded calm, but it was full of an innate gentleness, as if his tone was sacred.

However, the eerie and dark aura it exudes is completely unrelated to holiness.

It was Lucifer's avatar, the Dark Fallen Angel, the walking form of the Fallen Angel Lord of Hell.

"So it was you, the one who willingly associates with dog shit! You were once so pure and holy, yet you've fallen so low as to hang out with those brutes. I don't know how you can stand their stench of sulfur!" The devil goat looked in the direction of the cave and uttered a sound of disgust.

Its tone conveyed a sense of disappointment and frustration, as if it were seeing a man who should have been a gentleman, yet was willing to associate with beggars and abandon all manners.

Although the other party's words and actions still retained a hint of former nobility, the sulfurous smell emanating from him made him no different from those demonic beggars.

This is absolutely disgusting!
It's like your favorite female celebrity suddenly having a scandal or a complete collapse; it's simply unbearable.

This caused his perception of the other person to instantly become extremely negative.

You should know that in the old days, angels were the epitome of elegance.

Their inherent light and holiness attract all of humanity; the blessing of that light and ritual is something that the demons formed by darkness and ritual cannot replace.

The devils killed many people for this, and even chose to take some newborn humans as infants and train them to become devil believers, spreading darkness and bloody rituals among the people.

But none of this could overcome the inherent human folly of yearning for light!
Humanity's inherited crude hunting habits and phototaxis born from the worship of fire are the genetic vices that cause them to abhor darkness.

So the devils failed.

"You all get out of here first. I'll send this degenerate, filthy creature back to its burrow!"

The goat-man demon stood up, extended his five claws transformed from goat hooves, and raised his index finger, pointing to the spiral-shaped chair he had just sat down in.

Its spiral-shaped patterns twisted and turned, gaining a certain vitality, and changed from the original stone color to pitch black, forming a black, undulating portal.

A tremendous force emanated from the demon, engulfing everyone and hurling them into the portal. (End of Chapter)