Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

These people, who were originally quite arrogant after being captured here, now saw that Wu Heng and his two companions were really leaving, and they also noticed the sacred, undeniable white powder on the ground.

The majesty emanating from them was so similar to their faith and the one they worshipped.

In fact, the moment they saw it, they were completely convinced that everything Wu Heng said was true. As a result, their hearts were being subjected to a shock no less than that of a nuclear explosion.

In that short moment, cold sweat completely soaked the group's custom-made suits.

They couldn't imagine that their Lord, whom they believed to be omnipotent, would actually encounter such a thing.

However, they also wanted to do something for their beliefs, but once they admitted it, it meant that part of their faith would collapse, proving at least one thing: that the being was not omnipotent.

However, under Wu Heng's urging and statement, they still subconsciously shouted it out.

The middle-aged man in a suit, with a beard and an upright demeanor, who spoke in an official tone, hurriedly called out to Wu Heng: "What exactly are you demanding? What should we do?"

Wu Heng stopped and turned around with a smile: "I've already said, it's just cooperation, cooperation with your Lord."

"How dare you! You are not qualified at all!" A man of about 30 years old immediately shouted, his face showing an air of official authority.

However, this official air combined with his disheveled appearance did not inspire any respect from the crowd. Instead, he looked like a pretentious monkey, and no one paid any attention to him.

The middle-aged man turned around and glared angrily at the person who had spoken, preventing the other from interrupting. The person immediately shut up.

This is because the leader is not only their political leader, but also the bishop of the Lucifer cult, making him their absolute superior in every respect.

"What do you want us to do now?"

"Contact your Lord, it's that simple. I will negotiate the rest with Him. It has nothing to do with you, and you can't play any role."

“Well, if you insist on helping, there is one thing we can do: withdraw the warrants for these people. These orders came from politicians controlled by followers of the Satanic cult.” Wu Heng handed the list of Ron and the others, as well as the list of Boudiman, to the leader.

Lucifer did not tell the believers about Kevin killing Lilith.

In its view, these guys were completely useless. From the moment it emerged from the triangular pit, it intended to deal with them on its own, but it never expected to encounter the goat-man devil.

"Okay, I understand." The middle-aged man put the list away without looking at it.

This was a very simple matter for him.

Then he looked at the group of people who had been brought with him. Wu Heng was able to bring these people because he was sure they were all followers of Lucifer.

"Now is the time for us to make sacrifices."

As he prostrated himself on the ground, the others followed suit. They formed five circles, with two people in each circle. Some prostrated themselves face to face, some at right angles, and some with their buttocks touching. The postures varied in each circle, but without exception, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, constantly chanting and praying with incomprehensible incantations.

Only one person remained in the group, standing to the side. He could only gaze reverently at the others on the ground, his eyes filled with envy.

It's a pity I can't contribute to the Lord.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group handed the list from his pocket to the man, then went to the center and began to read it aloud as well.

When the incantation reached a strange point of resonance, the people in the five directions all pricked their fingers and drew triangles between their eyebrows, continuing to chant as they begged the gates of depravity to open for them.

A nauseating, bloody stench filled the air.

The triangular bloodstain between their eyebrows gradually seeped into their flesh, forming a corroded bloodstain.

At one point, the people in the five directions around them suddenly stopped chanting, their bodies stiffened abruptly, and their eyes turned a deathly white, as if they were being controlled by something.

Finally, they all turned their heads back and looked at the middle-aged man in the middle.

The neck was twisted 180 degrees, accompanied by a crisp sound of bones turning, indicating that it was definitely broken.

The chanting of incantations rang out again, making the still-running incantations of the middle-aged man in the center less monotonous.

This time, however, the incantation sounded like the wailing of ghosts, filled with a different tone, a mournful sound that did not belong to humans. As the chanting gradually rose, their mouths opened wider and wider, their tone became more and more urgent, and white light gradually emerged in their pupils, which were like those of people with cataracts.

At the climax of the incantation.

With a "poof," white flames shot out from the eyes of all ten people in five directions, hissing like burning white candles.

Their pupils were burning, the flesh around their eye sockets melted, and then the burning spread to their faces and necks. These people were like five white candles emitting a blazing light, which converged on the head of the middle-aged man in the middle.

The middle-aged man instantly felt a terrifying heat. Sweat poured down his forehead, down his nose, and onto the ground, creating a wet puddle with a faint yet clearly audible "drip-drip" sound.

Five rays of light converged two meters above the middle-aged man's head, and gradually a wing-like, half-black and half-white light emerged.

"You burn your faith to communicate with me, offering your souls as sacrifices. What urgent matter has happened?" Lucifer's voice came from within, still filled with boundless majesty. It sounded calm, yet no one dared to underestimate it.

Among the five burning human bodies, the tragic souls of the ten men emerged. These souls stood expressionless, like puppet guards, as if they had lost their own will, bowing their heads to welcome their master. Only the middle-aged man in the suit in the center lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise his head even slightly.

Before Lucifer could finish speaking, he noticed a clump of white, holy powder on the ground not far away. He immediately realized that it was the ashes of his own wings. A suction force emanated from the white light in the air, drawing the white powder into it.

The entire white light seemed to receive a powerful nutrient supplement, instantly becoming three times more dazzling, and the entire ball of light expanded three times its original size. (End of Chapter)