Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

During his journey, Wu Heng could sense two power fluctuations, close to the pseudo-hell level, erupting from the distant forest where Ron had previously been located in Red Creek Town.

It must be that goat-headed demon and Lucifer's clone fighting.

After those two disappeared inside the cave, they seemed to have entered another level of space. It was the location of some kind of passage, probably the route to their hellish existence.

The two's battle even damaged part of the passage, which was then dispersed by another force.

That power was filled with a chilling and eerie atmosphere, and contained a raging fury.

After being squeezed out of the channel, they became lost near the Golden Triangle area.

At this moment, the goat-man demon, squeezed out of the space, was dripping black blood all over its body.

The blood fell to the ground like insects, turning into ashes and dissipating, filled with the resentful cries of souls.

From its heart, it is constantly releasing vengeful spirits who have signed a devil's pact. These spirits were human souls who were controlled by the devil in life and turned everything they had into nourishment for the devil after death.

It had been sealed away for too long, and had lost much of its power, especially its heart, which was completely missing.

The heart we have today is nothing more than a substitute made up of countless dead souls.

However, this missing power also allows it to stay in the human world for a longer period of time, and every gain comes at a corresponding price.

Lucifer was ultimately just an avatar formed from a feather.

Although he broke through the seal of the Gold Can Company in exchange for a longer stay in reality, his power was ultimately limited, especially since he lacked the means of continuous power regeneration like the Hell-level.

At this moment, his entire body was engulfed in black flames, melting away in the fire.

The two sides stood facing each other, their two black forces merging together to form a terrifying troposphere that sent dust flying from the surrounding ground.

The surrounding area was shrouded in smoke, making it impossible to see what was happening inside; only the sounds of collisions and roars could be heard.

After a long while, Lucifer's figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a suit that was half-burnt and still emitting black flames.

It contained the smell of burnt wings.

Next to the suit, a goat's head lay on the ground.

The head was oozing black fluid, as if it were melting.

But its mouth stretched to its ears, cawing and its mouthful of fangs opened and closed repeatedly. It stuck out its completely black tongue and licked its lips, then licked the black liquid off its face and swallowed it. Surprisingly, it didn't come out of its throat; it was unknown where it was swallowed.

"You dare to fight me like this with just an avatar? If this were a thousand years ago, I would have enslaved you into my undead long ago. What an ignorant fool!"

"We demons are in charge of order, responsible for dispelling you devils." It coughed as it spoke, spitting out a stream of black liquid that flew dozens of meters, instantly creating a large crater upon impact. "Damn it, this isn't the elegance of a demon."

The black liquid in the pit twisted and hatched three bizarre creatures with incomplete bodies, resembling shadows—the undead enslaved by the devil.

The three undead walked to the head of the devil goat, reached out and lifted its head up, like four ghosts carrying a sedan chair. A black vortex appeared beside them, and their bodies fell into it and disappeared.

at the same time,

Wu Heng and his group had arrived at the edge of the forest near the Mandala Apartments. They saw soldiers stationed at intervals along the road. These soldiers, armed with guns, constantly scanned the various intersections, preventing any outsiders from entering. It was less a defense and more a form of protection.

Protecting the apartment.

"Damn it, these high-ranking members have been completely controlled by the Satanic cult! This is simply aiding and abetting evil!" Budiman couldn't help but curse when he saw this.

He has always been committed to fighting Satanism, and he was most outraged to see this situation.

“Something’s not right. Look at the soldiers’ expressions. They seem a bit strange,” Ron said. “They keep looking in the direction of the apartment, and the closer they get to the apartment, the more frightened they look.”

Upon closer inspection, everyone confirmed it was true.

As they were observing, a soldier suddenly ran out of the apartment in tattered clothes, shouting "Help!" as he ran.

"His face."

The nearby soldiers watched in horror as the soldier's flesh and blood rapidly lost moisture. Before he could utter his third cry of "Help!", he had completely turned into a dried-up corpse and stood frozen in place.

Then, the withered, lifeless body stiffly turned around and walked back into the apartment, as if everything that had just happened was a complete illusion.

But this terrifying scene made the soldiers stationed around the perimeter take several steps back.

If they hadn't received orders from their superiors, they wouldn't have dared to retreat and would have run away long ago. Some of the soldiers' eyes and legs were shaking uncontrollably, as if they were on the verge of collapse.

"The life force in this soldier's body has been completely drained. They actually attacked these soldiers!" Ron exclaimed in surprise. "The fact that they could attack soldiers means they desperately need fresh flesh and blood, and it must be a critical moment."

"What do we do?"

“Since there are soldiers here, we might as well make good use of them. Let’s give them a big wave first.” Budiman glanced around, his eyes revealing a cold light.

“What are you going to do? These soldiers are just ordinary people,” Ron said seriously.

"But since they're guarding this place, they're the enemy. If these guys can be used by the enemy, then they can be used by us too."

“They don’t have the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood.” Quirk blinked.

As an American soldier, he didn't care whether these soldiers were innocent or not; to him, as long as the two sides were in a hostile state, they were enemies.

You must never hold back against your enemies, or you might very well be the one who dies.

He had learned this lesson many times on the battlefield, including from children in war zones. There was once a very close comrade of his who, out of momentary pity, let a little boy go, only to have the boy turn around, pull out a pistol, and shoot him dead.

“I’m not good at this kind of power. We’ll have to rely on you, Budiman. Your tentacles can create illusions, right? Let these soldiers take charge of the attack for us.”

Boudiman nodded gravely.

He knew the best way was to let these soldiers test the waters. After all, they were all controlled by the Satanic cult. As long as the Satanic cult was dealt with, more people could be freed from its control and live better lives.

"It's a pity they were all pitiful fellows, but sacrifice was inevitable." He sighed. (End of Chapter)