Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The whole family looked at the gift box with warm smiles, and Spencer could feel that there seemed to be something he wanted in it.

The little girl in a pink skirt beside him said excitedly: "Daddy, can I open it?"

"Why don't you guess it? If you guess it right, I'll let you open it!" The milkman showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Is it what Daddy has always wanted?"

"Yes, you are such a smart little guy, Mr. Spencer, if you don't mind, open it yourself and take a look!"

Spencer suddenly felt curious and panic in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist his curiosity and opened the box.

Huh~!

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Because there was a baby's pacifier-style teething stick inside, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of emptiness, and felt a lot more relaxed.

Pick it up and put it in the baby's mouth.

Looking at the baby in his wife's arms, Spencer smiled on his face. He felt his home and his responsibility.

Perhaps his existence is to cultivate the growth of this baby, oh yes, and his daughter beside him.

This is the meaning of his existence.

"What a cute baby!" Spencer stretched out his hand and pinched the child's cute face.

"No, let me remind you, Mr. Spencer, the thing you are touching is not a baby, it is far from a baby!" The milkman corrected.

Spencer was amused by this crazy remark and said speechlessly: "If this is not a baby, what is it?"

"A damn cat?"

"You may touch it carefully and feel it with your heart!" The milkman put away the smile on his face and looked at the baby who was still pinched by Spencer. "You should understand it carefully, so that you can perfectly cultivate its growth."

Feel it with your heart?

Hearing this, Spencer slowly closed his eyes, and his hand stroked the baby in his wife's arms.

His palm accidentally touched his wife's arm.

For some reason, the skin on his wife's arm seemed to become very rough, very stiff, and full of coldness.

But he no longer cared about these things, but stroked his baby.

The cute face was full of angles and filled with a comfortable cold temperature. How could it be so cute?

The constantly twisting structure was just like a natural Parisian dancer. Perhaps it should develop in the direction of dance in the future.

Spencer felt an unprecedented peace. This is my child!

What?

Spencer suddenly opened his eyes. He came to his senses. This feeling was not right at all. How could that touch be a baby?

When he looked at his wife's arms, he found that it was a puzzle box, a mourning box.

This Le Marchand device from hell was now completely open.

And the wife holding the baby in front of him had turned into a man, his own body.

The pale face of the curser, with square scars all over his head, was just like the nail head of the high priest of hell, except that there were no iron nails.

He touched his face again.

Short hair, beard, thin cheeks, exactly what he looked like when he joined the expedition.

"Leviathan!" He was instantly furious.

He finally realized that he had been fooled. The baby he needed to raise was actually a mourning box, a portal to hell, and the so-called "pain".

Isn't this equivalent to working for Leviathan, as if everything has returned to the past.

He was still willing!

At the moment he woke up, everything around him faded away, and darkness gradually covered the room, turning all kinds of furniture, electrical appliances, etc. into a cold secret room.

Only his body in front of him and the opened mourning box still existed.

Spencer saw his current state.

He was kneeling on the ground, with black iron chains with blue lightning on both sides of his cheeks, shoulders, collarbones, and limbs.

This is the power of Leviathan hidden in memory.

"Ah-!" Spencer roared.

Pain! It's so painful!

Under the blessing of Leviathan's power, this is simply experiencing the most extreme "pain" characteristics in oneself.

The pain born by living humans, countless cursers, and the empathy of the hell monks were all gathered to the prism of hell, to Leviathan, and gathered into an ocean of pain.

And Spencer was immersed in this ocean of pain at this time, like a corpse immersed in formalin.

Every inch of his soul seemed to have been ravaged thousands of times.

This was Leviathan asking him to surrender.

"Ah~! Pain, I seek release, come on Leviathan, I will show you my torture, keep giving it to me, I swear on my soul!"

Spencer's body was torn off his bones, but he was still shouting.

At this time in the labyrinth hell, many hell monks observed the torture Spencer endured through the reflection of reality by the Leviathan prism.

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"He is so confident in his ability to endure pain, but I don't think he is strong enough to recover from the torture!"

"Indeed, he is so fragile that the chains can easily penetrate him!"

"When he falls into hell again, I will completely crush his glib words and make him swallow them back one by one."

The monks in Hell were talking about it. They felt that Spencer could not bear it for much longer. Only they understood how unbearable these pains were.

"Ah——! I will show you, show you all, there is no flaw in my soul about pain!"

"Come on, give me more pain! Increase my characteristics, I will replace you! Damn old guy!"

Spencer supported his broken body and was still roaring without any repentance.

He was looking directly at the most intense pain in the world.

At this time, a man in a white work uniform appeared next to Spencer, who was chained and kneeling on the ground.

It was the milkman in his dream.

"Thoughts are like a computer. Only illogical thoughts will be corrupted."

"Do you really think that there are no flaws in your pain?"

"Or do you think that the dream you experienced was just a simple dream."

"Priscilla Spencer has never been a fictional person. She was born in 1946 and her father is Elliot Spencer."

"As for his wife, she is also called Elliot Spencer!"

"Yes, she is your child alone, a child from your soul and body, Spencer, let me fill this last link for you!"

After the milkman finished speaking, he hooked a chain on Spencer's forehead, and a black substance poured into his skull.

Spencer finally recognized his dream!

The dream is true.

When he was transformed into a high priest, his soul left his body, and then Leviathan actually transformed his body into a woman, allowing it to combine with his soul and give birth to a child!

A deformed child who does not belong to human ethics!

When Spencer thought about the process of kissing his own body with his tongue, he felt a strong sense of nausea.

He never knew that piercing himself was such a disgusting thing.

Although the pain was slight, it could not make him feel relieved!

This was the pain he could not digest.

What was even more disgusting was that he had a child, a little girl.

Then he opened the mourning box in front of the child and let the girl see the darkness from hell.

So the child inevitably fell.

The fall of his own flesh and blood, from his own hands, this kind of pain (end of this chapter)