Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The two eagle claw knives in Deep Throat's hands rubbed faster, and the harsh sound was like the cheers of death.

Harry's keen sense of smell as a detective made him aware of the problem in Deep Throat's words.

He was actually traded without his permission.

"It seems that I have no way to escape, so how can I go to hell." Harry extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

The burning feeling stimulated him to wake up.

"Use the box method, you will feel it immediately."

"What?"

As soon as he said this, the walls around him shot out wires, and the tips of the wires had various sharp hooks.

Harry's body was strangled in circles, like a tied crab or prey trapped in a spider web.

As the other end of the wire on the wall contracted.

Harry Daimo was like a fish on a chopping board, strangled by the wire into the epidermal fat and muscles, and finally hung on the bones.

The bones were cut off.

It turned into neat pieces of meat and scattered all over the ground.

In his painful screams, life passed away.

The Labyrinth Hell has a new high priest. The person that Harry Daimo is thinking about is Wu Heng.

At this moment, his clone Zhu Er is observing in the human world.

When he heard the American command mentioned the "reply from heaven", he came here and observed them without the other party noticing.

He wanted to see how they asked heaven.

Under Wu Heng's hidden gaze, an object similar to a nuclear bomb model was brought into the conference room through layers of means.

They pressed the button, and the mysterious signal shot into the sky.

Mixed with their questions and the conversion ripples, Wu Heng realized that this was an encrypted hell-level language.

The function of this prop is to convert human voices into this language.

It is similar to the function of a translator.

Layers of nightmare power continued to extend along the direction of the signal, tracing its source.

After passing through several spaces,

Wu Heng felt a white obstacle, the degree of which had reached the hell level. His nightmare power could break through, but it would alarm the other party's airtight defense.

The nightmare force did not force its way in.

However, judging from the strength of this white force, it is just an ordinary hell-level, and even the existence of receiving signals may not be hell-level.

This place may be just a place for the other party to live.

But. This is definitely not heaven.

The heaven and God in this plot world are all extremely mysterious.

Under Wu Heng's observation,

a reply was sent out, and this reply message was not sent by the hell master, but was also transformed.

This made other hell masters feel this message in the hell channel.

However, they could not read its content, nor could they judge how strong its source was. Even Wu Heng could not be completely sure of this.

But according to his judgment, Wu Heng suspected that it might be the breath of a living angel.

As long as it is confirmed that it is not God, it will be fine.

He silently memorized the coordinates and then withdrew the nightmare force.

In the command room,

many politicians were sitting here anxiously, quietly waiting for the reception ceremony similar to the nuclear bomb model on the front table to emerge a signal.

They were waiting, but the African cursers and Spencer were not.

The blood corpse cursers roared and pounced on the pedestrians on the roadside, making excited voices: "Judgment Day is here, bastards."

One of the cursers took off a person's skin and put it on his body, and as the blood was absorbed, his half-missing head was restored.

It said excitedly: "Ah, I remember it now."

"When I was alive, I worked for the Republican Guard. I think we should form a team first and then prepare technicians."

"Then take as many women and children as hostages as possible."

"As for those men, we can tear open their backs, revealing spinal spurs, and line them up, just like a tea party!"

Spencer was in the center of the blood corpses.

The flesh and blood chair he sat on was like a growing mushroom, extending from the thick flesh and blood surface and growing towards the sky.

The flesh and blood condensed into a hideous meat pillar.

Nailhead Spencer sat on it, with strange bugs crawling in his torn belly, and beams of blue light piercing his skin.

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"This moment has finally arrived!"

"It's time to share my love with the world." Spencer murmured.

His words made the blood corpse cursers cheer excitedly.

"Cheers to our ruler!" The cursers raised the heart and intestines in their hands, which were still dripping with blood and exuding a warm touch.

This made their cold bodies feel the temperature and sweetness of blood.

Like ordinary humans, they all like fresh things.

It's just that the content of the food is different!

Spencer's body rose from the hideous tall flesh throne, and the blue light in various parts of his body was like a chain of nothingness that hooked his face and skin.

He felt the pain of those who were dragged into hell by him.

"Ah--! Pain!"

His mind was like a movie, flashing various images constantly. This feeling made Spencer enjoy it very much, as if he felt some core idea. He was intoxicated and said:

"All thoughts come from confusion and pain!"

"Even pleasure is the same. All a person has is just a response to pain and an attitude towards pain."

His eyeballs turned pure blue, like two blue glass balls.

Spencer's consciousness sank deeper and deeper into it, like sinking into a vast ocean, and he was madly absorbing nutrients from it.

Thoughts kept coming into his mind.

"So that's it!"

"The whole life is a painful memory, and the woven embroidery is a map that leads us to the inevitable end."

"Without the embroidery and the map, our lives will be meaningless, and we will become aimless and life-fearing escapees.

The blue light emitted from his body turned into a rough blue lightning. The nail head who served as the high priest of hell did not only want to seize the hell fragments of Leviathan.

He also wanted to seize Leviathan's status!

"It turns out that feeling pain is a process of perceiving the characteristics of energy. This is an energy that must be embraced and understood."

"Characteristics, it has surpassed any logic or emotional field. It is a prophecy of evolution. Don't look away. I won't be distracted!"

"Come on, this is my heart."

"I will feed you, nourish you, and then firmly grasp you!"

"It will be used by me, become a weapon forged by my thoughts, and become a god! "

The sun in the sky retreated, and the dark blue sun slowly rose from the ground in Africa.

"This is my will, this is God's will, I feel it! ! "Spencer's eyes became completely dark, and the dark blue light condensed in the deepest part of his pupils and hid it.

The light on his body was spreading. (End of this chapter)