Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Martin clasped his hands together and rubbed them together, like a boxer warming up before punching.

Then he took two steps back and raised his right hand.

"This is the first time I use this kind of power. I wonder how powerful it is?"

"Besides, I'm also curious about what's outside."

As Martin spoke, his hand turned into a black curved sharp blade, from which a chewing and sucking mouthpart similar to the mouth of a bee emerged.

But this mouthpart was black, like meat and metal.

Its tip constantly emitted illusory fluctuations, sometimes false, and sometimes as if it were real.

"Since my palm has endured the pain you brought me, then I am qualified to break you!"

Martin's voice was repeated, as if three people were talking at the same time.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, pulling out a double image in the white room, and then his right hand with the curved sharp blade of the mouthpart pierced the white wall.

Kechi——!

It was like the sound of cloth being torn, and the weightlessness of the arm came out, and a hole was torn in the wall, and Martin's hand passed through.

He pulled his hand back and couldn't help saying, "If I had this method before, how could I be locked in the room and almost kill myself."

After saying that, he laughed to himself. This was impossible.

Martin tilted his head slightly and looked outside along the hole made by his arm.

It turned out to be a corridor, a pale corridor, with no doors, no windows, no ventilation ducts, just a white corridor.

And his room was on one side of the corridor.

More importantly, Martin found that the torn hole in the wall was repairing itself, and the dazzling white beam of light that condensed on the head of the bed in the room was also spreading in an umbrella shape.

"I can't wait any longer, go out and take a look."

Martin exerted force again to expand the torn hole, which was much easier than opening a hole.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and there is a reason for it!

"Damn, this gives me the feeling of a caesarean section, so disgusting!" Martin got out of the torn wall with nausea.

White!

Still pale!

What Martin saw was a long corridor like an air-raid shelter, with pale walls all around, and the floor and ceiling were the same white.

At a glance, the corridor had no end as far as the eye could see.

"Where exactly is this place?" Martin's heart was full of doubts.

He knew that he had to figure out these doubts, whether it was to survive here or to give some explanation to the boss if he could really escape.

Otherwise, he would walk around without any information.

Who knows if the unknown mysterious boss would tear him apart.

Martin looked around and saw that the torn wall had recovered halfway, and it seemed that the larger the wound, the faster it recovered.

He couldn't even tell whether the room he came out of was on the left or right side of the corridor?

Which side of the corridor was the entrance?

Before Martin figured out the direction, he didn't dare to walk around blindly.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the position of the house that had been restored after he tore it.

Puff!

The hand-knife mouthparts tore the wall in front of him again.

He saw the white bed inside. It was empty, and even the beam had returned to its condensed state.

"It doesn't seem to be that smart, it's more like a fixed pattern!"

Martin looked at the empty bed in front of him and analyzed it in his heart.

That is to say, after he came out, the things in the house did not change. Martin then thought that it was impossible for him to be the only room in such a long corridor.

This is too abrupt!

Thinking of this, he looked at the place three meters away from him.

If there are other rooms according to the distance of the wall, then there should be another room there, but I don't know what will be in it!

Is it another soul like him?

Do it as soon as you say it!

Martin walked five steps to the side and came to the wall. He first used the power of the demon level. Try to push it with your hand.

It is indeed soft and sunken.

It is expected, nothing too surprising.

This softness is actually because this material has extremely strong toughness, but it is only soft when it is enough to shake it relative to the power of the demon level.

For ordinary people, it is a metal that is ten times harder than steel!

Swish!

Another tear, this time Martin only poked a small hole as big as a quail egg.

Then he looked inside cautiously.

The same pale room, the same bed, the same beam of light, but the person lying on the bed was not a human.

This was a humanoid woman with a gray body, a head like a plesiosaur, and a neck about five times that of a normal person, looking like a humanoid giraffe.

The reason why she is called a woman is that her chest is high, like two tall peaks.

And she is wrapped in a golden sheet-shaped dress, just like the style of women in Indonesia, except that her strange head is not covered.

"Sometimes I really doubt that I am high from taking drugs, and the symptoms have not passed!" Martin shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

In fact, every time he felt that he was high from taking drugs and had hallucinations, it was real.

Whether it was when he was trapped in the sealed area in the plot and thought he was being controlled by someone, or when he saw the bloody demon in the real world this time.

He himself understood this.

Martin bent his arm and stretched out his mouthparts, aiming at the hole that was torn open and then half closed.

Swish!

The hole was enlarged twice, and the mouthparts like steel needles continued to extend, spitting out nearly 4 meters, and shot at the arm of the humanoid woman on the white bed.

The mouthparts steel needle pierced in without encountering any obstruction.

"Fortunately, her soul strength is estimated to be only one-tenth of mine. Even if she wakes up, there will be no danger." Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

The mouthparts in his hand blade retracted from the house, raised his right hand again, and swung it towards the tear in the wall.

Step into the white room.

The humanoid woman on the bed was still lying quietly. This was her soul state, just like Martin.

It seems that the souls in this place will remain in the state before being sucked in, and in the subconscious of the soul, they will wear the clothes they wore before being alive.

Martin stood at the woman's feet and lifted the yellow cloth wrapped around the woman with his hand blade, revealing her feet.

It was not a pair of legs like humans, but a thick tail similar to that of a lizard, but with two legs below.

The feet were a healthy wheat color, like a little girl's feet.

This made Martin even unable to tell for a moment whether this guy was walking with his tail like a snake or walking with his feet.

Martin thoroughly examined the soul of this humanoid woman.

He wanted to rule out the danger of this guy again.

Only the weird head was left, but it was covered by a beam of light, so he didn't dare to touch it.

"I hope I can get useful information from her!" (End of this chapter)