Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Martin looked back to the left, where a slender figure was already standing quietly.

He was wearing a black leather jacket, with his bare arms folded across his chest, holding a spherical Rubik's Cube the size of a bowling ball.

Three blood-stained steel gears cut across and penetrated deeply into his head.

His bald head was covered with bloodstains, and his body was wrapped with iron wires and pierced into his flesh. The blood vessels in his body were the color of a dead person, and the blood flow had obviously stopped.

It was the fake Monk of Labyrinth Hell.

The Mourning Box in his hand also has no ability to open the portal to hell. At most, it is a strange cursed object.

Martin stared at him.

Although the monk in front of him was fake, it still gave him a sufficient sense of danger. He had already reached the level of an intermediate demon.

Although Martin is confident of victory, he still needs to be extremely careful.

Because the other party was different from the three rotting corpses before, and could cause a devastating blow to his body.

Kurt, Dana, Holden, and Julie followed Martin's gaze and were equally shocked and took a step back.

"What the hell, when did this guy get here?"

"I don't know, it seems like he's always been there." Kurt's palm moved slightly and he tightened his grip on the ax in his hand.

Faced with everyone's vigilance, the hell monk still stood expressionless.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was staring at the five people harmlessly.

The aura on his body was a little stiff, not as indifferent and cold as the monks from hell who really suffered, and he looked like a similar puppet.

Dana also stared at the Hell Monk closely. She found that there seemed to be no malice in his eyes and he did not make a move.

There was a sudden judgment in my heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he took a step forward and tentatively said to Martin, who was confronting him: "Martin, I feel like he doesn't have any ill intentions. Do you want to give it a try?"

Martin took a step back upon hearing this.

He has more important tasks, and he doesn't want to expose his power unless necessary.

"Hi, hello. Can you understand what we are saying?" Dana waved tentatively towards the pseudo-hell monk.

The gear hell monk still looked at the five people calmly. Although the gear was stuck on his head, it could be seen that he was definitely a handsome young man during his lifetime.

Perhaps this is why Dana wanted to try to believe him.

As if taming a vicious dog, Dana greeted her with gentle words, tentatively stepped forward, and tried her best to express her kindness.

And that she didn't mean to hurt him.

Just as Dana took three steps forward and was about to approach Martin, without any warning, three wires covered with thorns were shot out from the mourning box in the hands of the Hell monk on the opposite side.

The wire shot at Kurt at high speed.

'ah--! ’

Dana was so frightened by this sudden attack that she naively tried to contact a monk with her humanity and animal training skills.

He even showed soothing behavior that he would not hurt the other person.

This is as ridiculous as an ant standing upright, showing that it has no ill intentions, and trying to tame a human.

If Wu Heng were here, he would definitely laugh at her naivety.

Martin, who also didn't quite believe it, but was willing to let Dana try it, saw the horizontal knife in his hand fly out the moment the hell monk from the opposite side took action.

However, it did not hit the monk or block it, but cut into the tree trunk nearby. The tree trunk collapsed, and the wires inside broke. The only shot of this blind spot was lost in the underground sealed area office.

The moment Martin threw the knife with his backhand, his palm turned and turned into a curved hand blade.

The body suddenly erupted with a terrifying breath of blood, which was even slightly visible to the naked eye.

Martin's hands were like two black iron curved blades, slashing at the wire that was shooting at Kurt, and at the same time, the tough mouthparts in his palms spit out like iron wire.

Flying in the sky, it caught the wire covered with thorns.

The originally straight wire, like a pulled spider web, bent to the right, causing its end to lose its direction.

It flew past Kurt's face dangerously.

One of the thorns caught Kurt's face, and half of his face instantly turned black and swollen like bread.

"Ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

Kurt fell to the ground and twitched violently. The pain had exceeded the limits of his body.

Martin didn't have time to pay attention to Kurt, he was already fighting with the hell monk in front of him.

stretch! !

The wire was cut by Martin's mouthparts, but he did not stop. Instead, he controlled the mouthparts like two puppet strings, and entangled his soul towards the hell monk.

The monk still stood where he was, and the round mourning box in his hand began to deform.

As if it was being assembled, the ball exploded, revealing dozens of loopholes from which wires shot out.

A dozen terrifying chains like poisonous snakes pounced on Martin.

The object in his hand is not a portal to hell, but a weapon similar to the realm, and it is even the core of himself.

With a flick of Martin's curved hand blade, it turned from a single blade into five rotating blades, like two crazily rotating gears.

As for the sawworm form of Imaclada, Wu Heng added it to the transformation of the blood demon.

After all, even among ordinary people, compared to knives and sticks, as long as the sound of a power saw or the rotation of the saw blade will instantly produce a deterrent force, making the opponent feel inexplicable fear.

Wu Heng would not let go of any element that could increase the ‘fear’.

Martin’s two-handed blade wheel expanded by three times, like two rotating shields.

His body became more and more hunched, his skinny waist slightly bent, and the whole person stood there like an agricultural harvester.

The chain shot out from the mourning box of the pseudo-hell monk collided with the madly rotating gears.

In an instant, sparks and lightning flashed.

Accompanied by a harsh ‘click’ sound, dozens of wires shot over broke into pieces, cut into pieces by the rotating saw blades, and bounced to both sides.

The trees and jungles on the left and right seemed to be hit by a hail of bullets from Gatling at this moment.

The trees and bushes exploded into green debris, as if they were twisted by a storm.

Of course,

it was the metal storm caused by the aftermath of the two people’s attacks.

The four people hiding behind Martin, especially Dana, hurried back to the two standing people and helped them to pull up Kurt, who had already fallen to the ground.

He seemed to be frozen at this time, his arms and thighs were curled up and stiffened, and even when he was pulled up, his arms were still curled.

His thighs left the ground and slowly drooped to the ground.

Because of the pain that penetrated his soul, his nerves were completely numb, his face was dirty, and tears, sweat, snot, and saliva mixed together, soaking his clothes. (End of this chapter)