Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

This is the power of the iron wire torture device.

Ordinary people were almost killed by just a slight touch, and this was because the monks advocated pain and did not add any curse to the iron wire.

The three of them quickly retreated with Kurt.

Martin also began to approach the pseudo-hell monk in front of him step by step. The monk's originally gentle and normal eyes finally changed.

His pupils disappeared, and his eyeballs turned completely black.

Like the eyes of a nail head.

The ball in his hand kept deforming, and strands of iron wire circled around the mourning box and even penetrated his palm.

Finally, the box was fixed into a cube.

‘Crack, crack, bang! ’

The ground was like an exploded mechanism, and a huge iron cage field interwoven with iron wires suddenly unfolded from the ground, covering Martin and the four people inside.

The field of this pseudo-painful hell monk was completely unfolded.

"Mr. Gear, you don't mind me calling you that, just like I don't mind you calling me 'Smoker'."

"I have to say, you are actually very pitiful!"

Martin cut the endless iron wire that emerged again, and then suddenly spoke.

The Hell Monk opened his completely black pupils, still staring at Martin expressionlessly, without any reaction to his words.

"Who do you believe in?"

"Whose code of conduct do you uphold, and does your belief really have a source?"

"Or do you really think that the source of your power belongs to 'pain'?" Martin kept asking.

At the same time, the attack on his hand did not stop, the gear cut towards the monk, and the opponent's iron wire was like a spider web, constantly weaving together.

Martin became Wu Heng's blood demon, so he could feel the difference between the Hell Monk in front of him and him.

In addition to the other abnormal monsters here.

Even if Wu Heng didn't tell him, Martin had already judged on his own that the monsters in this sealed area should all be similar to 'clones'.

Even if they just come from a piece of fictional information.

Instead of having a real 'master' like him, who does not use his body as an 'organ' and gives his individual soul meaning!

This is also the reason why Martin believes in Wu Heng.

Martin's words finally worked. The dark eyes of the suffering monk appeared floating, and his head tilted slightly to the side.

While attacking, he also seemed to be thinking.

Crack!

Martin's attack broke through the monk's defense, and the gears gently scraped and cut open the opponent's black leather clothes, revealing the broken chest sewn with wire inside.

The monk was hit by the force of the cut and stepped back two steps.

There was a sense of hesitation in his movements, and his originally unchanged plain expression had emotional fluctuations, and his eyes kept flashing.

Seeing this, Martin took advantage of the situation to chase, and the gears transformed by his palms cut vertically.

The huge traction generated by the swirling gears bound the monk in place as much as possible.

The monk, who could have blocked this attack if he had remained calm, was now in a state of confusion and had his arms cut by two gears.

Puff!

The two muscle arms tied with wires, along with black blood, separated from the monk's body and fell to the ground.

The mourning box that his palms touched was still shooting out wires.

Martin kicked out and separated his hands. One gear blocked the monk who had lost his arms horizontally, and the other gear cut the mourning box on the ground.

The mourning box on the ground slowly closed amid the sparks.

The wire cage area around him also disappeared.

"Who am I?"

The dry voice came out from the throat of the hell monk in front of him. He ignored his arms, as if it was not him who had his arms cut off.

Instead, he stared at Martin with his dark eyes full of fluctuations, waiting for an answer.

"You are you!" Martin answered, and continued to attack.

The body of this hell monk continued to emit black smoke as he was attacked.

He began to think about the meaning of his existence, and found that it was actually blank.

As long as he was not an evil god, he would not know that he was born from the evil thoughts of humans because of the influence of the evil god.

He was a monster without a source.

But as a hell monk, he was born with the characteristic of thinking about this aspect, because of the monk's own occupation.

But this was destined to be fruitless.

Because Martin had taken the opportunity to chop off his head, his left hand returned to its normal skinny palm state and lifted it up.

The gear in his right hand beat the body of the hell monk who was about to continue attacking into meat paste, and then turned into black mist and dissipated.

"Who am I?" The bald man with only the head left in Martin's hand was still asking.

"Don't be silly, this is not a question you should think about."

Martin said lightly to the head in his hand.

He could have ended the battle faster. In addition to the fact that the fear power in his body had not been activated, even the power of the blood demon was only used by 80%.

The mission was not yet completed, so he needed to keep some of it and make a move to defeat the strong with the weak.

Only if the Hell Monk in his hand was still the strongest evil monster in this sealed area to a certain extent, he would not be so obvious.

At least that was the case for the evil gods.

As for those ordinary human staff in the monitoring room hiding behind the camera? Not to mention that the camera was destroyed, even if he was seen, he would not care.

This battle, from beginning to end, was a battle between the creator and Wu Heng.

Humans are just ants to them, and he was once one of the ants. It is precisely because of this that he is so angry.

With only two choices, he can only choose Wu Heng.

Because he chose the creator camp, he could not even retain his own individual attributes. Although Wu Heng was a dependent and a servant, at least he was an 'individual'!

"Win!!" Seeing this, Kurt excitedly clapped his hands.

The two girls also hugged excitedly.

If they were shocked by Martin's weird ability before, they had accepted it after confirming that Martin was going to help them.

Although there were many questions in their hearts, they knew that now was not the time to ask.

As long as Martin was saving them, it was enough!

Holden wiped his glasses that were stained with dust, glanced at them unintentionally, and panicked, pointing to the right.

"Ma Ma. Martin!! And there!"

Following the direction Holden pointed, a masked figure wearing ragged clothes and a hockey mask was digging out the horizontal sword that was two meters deep in the ground.

His arms were comparable to excavators, and the soil was like tofu under his power.

The soil was dug up.

When Holden pointed at him, he was pulling out the horizontal sword covered with mud from the ground. (End of this chapter)