Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"So, I didn't even go through the inspection period, and I rushed to work. Is there something important?"

"This seems inconsistent with the recruitment process, especially in such a majestic hell."

"You said it, my secretary!"

Harry Demo looked at Deep Throat who was waiting on the side, the culprit who tore his body apart, twisted his soul, and then led him to hell, where he underwent a nightmare transformation.

"Yes, you guessed it right. There was originally a very rigorous process, but now there is no time to apply."

"Due to some unexpected factors, the former High Priest of Hell disappeared. Well, the person who caused her death recommended you." Shen Throat said.

"That's really an honor. So when you say the situation is urgent, do you mean that we can continue to chat like this? If so, then I can talk about a lot of topics and curiosity about hell."

"Perhaps you can take me on a tour of hell." Harry said.

"No time."

"I did the same thing a few days ago with the High Priest of Hell. I can only say that you were very unlucky and caught up with the bad times."

"This is a mental prison, in which a numb soul is imprisoned. Everything that happens now is engraved in its soul. You can understand everything by using the power in your body to perceive it. "

Shen Throat stretched out his pale right hand, and a faint blue fist-sized glass ball appeared in the palm of his hand.

"When times are bad, maybe it's because I don't have a backstage."

"It's a really unpleasant statement, but no one told me that even if you enter hell, you still need a backstage."

"And the result of not having a backstage is to become the high priest of hell!"

Harry Demo did not act very urgent, but tried to stretch out his right hand while complaining.

Wow!

A chain appeared out of thin air and shot towards Deep Throat.

His stance was as if he was going to shoot straight through Deep Throat's chest and tear it apart completely with the torture tools of hell.

Deepthroat didn't move where he was, quietly stretching out his palms.

The moment the chain touched Shen Throat's chest, it turned back, wrapped around the crystal ball in his palm, and pulled it into his palm.

"Sorry, it's my first time to use power, so I didn't control it well."

"Why don't you hide? Aren't you afraid that my chain will accidentally kill you?" he asked.

"In this hell, I will not die, even if your chains pass through my chest."

"These are the rules of hell."

Deep Throat's body didn't move at all, and his facial expression didn't change at all. Only his broken throat, stretched open by the wire, answered Harry's doubts.

"I see!"

Harry immediately understood in his heart that he had no chance to retaliate against the other party, so he looked at the mind prison sphere in his palm.

The steel nails inserted into his head are the painful senses of the high priest of hell.

It is the standard equipment for every High Priest of Labyrinth Hell!

Hallidaymer activated them, just like turning the pages of a book, allowing the soul in this mental prison to store memories.

Every time he reads it, the soul in it will scream. It is the pain of the soul being turned over like a piece of flesh being cut.

"It's really a special USB flash drive. It's very efficient and cruel."

"So, my mission is to save the world?" Harry seemed to have seen something incredible.

"I did some detective work on this related matter before, but I only thought it was your invasion. I didn't expect that it actually involved the division of hell!"

"Elliot Spencer, what an amazing guy!" he exclaimed.

Then he picked up the mourning box placed aside, and the Leviathan power in his body was poured into the mourning box.

A series of lightning flashes appeared on the surface of the box.

The reality of the situation was also transmitted to him through the surface of the puzzle box in the middle of the lightning, just like monitoring.

Hallidaymer looked at the Indian area. The scene where there was no life left and souls everywhere were wailing was a bit shocking.

However, because of the changes in his pain senses and thinking patterns, he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

On the contrary, when these painful howls were transmitted to his ears, they were also transformed by the 'painful senses', and they actually felt pleasant to the ears.

It made him feel like a pervert.

But he is somewhat intoxicated by this sense, just like a homosexual who knows that his orientation is wrong, but cannot force himself to return to normal.

"So, you want me, an employee who has only been on the job for less than three minutes, to deal with this guy who is bigger than the earth?"

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"Just rely on the small chain on my hand? Oh, I feel that even if the chain is ten times thicker, it still can't bind him. Do you have any good ideas? Or do you want to try it with your wire?"

"And look at those cursers. There are so many of them that I feel like you can't even tie them up with your iron wire."

Harry was a little helpless. Obviously the High Priest of Hell was already a top profession, so why did he encounter a hell-level crisis as soon as he took office.

That leaves him with how to PR.

"Of course not. Spencer's power at this time is already invincible in the restricted world."

"The solution we came up with is to fight fire with fire!"

"We also need a portal, a portal that can bring Spencer back from the human world. But it is forbidden to have a portal in hell!"

"So when the real portal is opened, someone needs to go to the human world, flip the portal, and attract Spencer to come in automatically!"

"However, only the High Priest of Hell has the authority to flip the portal! This is a very dangerous job."

Deep Throat looked at Harry Daimo, indicating the reason why he was anxious to transform into the High Priest of Hell.

"So, what has this world given me that I should care about its survival?"

Hearing this, Harry Daimo suddenly sneered on his face. This dangerous job forced him to take up the post.

Why?

"The will of hell is not for you to sacrifice. The great Lord has left you a means that is enough to ensure your safety." Deep Throat said.

"Oh, what is it?"

"It's the mind cage in your hand!"

"This soul is not a randomly selected soul. Her memory is sealed in another place."

"But she has a very special name, that is Priscilla Spencer!" she said.

"Priscilla Spencer? Her last name is also Spencer, so she is?"

Harrydamo calmed down when he heard that Leviathan did not simply want him to sacrifice, which was also because his memory was not transformed by Leviathan.

In fact, it is not difficult for the Labyrinth Hell to transform the high priest.

But Leviathan did not do this when dealing with Christine and Harrydamo. Even if Nailhead recovered his memory, no one knew what Leviathan was thinking. (End of this chapter)