Sherlock Holmes

"Molan?!"

At that moment, Sherlock had already seen clearly who the bloody person was. At the same moment, he also thought of the most unlucky, helpless, but also the most likely situation.

"The luck can't be so bad."

Before he finished speaking, a roar came from the distance, and then the huge third-level creature rushed towards him!

There is an old saying in the Empire. Well, there are a lot of old sayings in the Empire. Anyway, one of them is: Luck is also a part of strength.

The third-level contractor and the devil fought, and the area affected was certainly huge, but the fight was just a few kilometers away. How come it was such a coincidence that it happened to be in front of him?

Moreover, the demon did not go to the Holy Son immediately after knocking Moran away, but came to kill Moran. The reason may be that His Highness the Holy Son has found a safe place, or has hidden himself in some way. whereabouts; it may also be that as long as Moran is alive, she will not let this demon have time to find her master.

In short, a third-level demon appeared in front of Sherlock!

Fortunately, this huge creature was not attracted by the three tiny humans in front of it. It was still locked on the young servant. Before the smoke and dust it raised could catch up with its violent body, it was already heading towards the building again. Rushed in the direction of the group.

Sherlock has never seen a third-level demon, so it is naturally impossible to know what kind of lethality a third-level demon possesses. But at this moment, that huge body was like a walking meat grinder, instantly shattering all and The building debris he came into contact with, the hard cement, the steel bars embedded inside, the concrete polymers that humans are proud of, which can protect against wind and rain, and even resist earthquakes, were like balls of soft cream covered in front of them. It is as vulnerable as a cake. With the simplest touch, it will be blown to pieces and turned into ridiculous dregs.

This is the shock that a third-level demon gives to humans. It didn't even make an attack. It just walked over and was already crushed and unstoppable.

Now, Sherlock finally knows why all demons who have reached the third level must be sealed on the giant island of Odilia.

Because it is impossible for any human being to fight against this kind of creature, only a military-level armed group, another third-level demon, or the invincible Lord Dante.

So such a guy appeared in the central area of ​​a city. No matter how it got here, how many people had fought openly and secretly and conspired during this period, there was nothing that could stop it at this moment!

A man and two women could only hide behind a huge rubble, listening to the roar of the demon not far away. It smashed and rummaged through the ruins, seemingly trying to find the maid or her body. , but after a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, it stopped, crouched on top of the ruins, and its bloody eyes began to examine everything around it.

Nightingale's face was pale, and the fear was clearly visible in her eyes, while Nopa was already trembling all over, and cold sweat could be seen flowing down her young cheeks.

But no one dared to scream, and no one dared to run out in a panic. From this angle, as long as he escaped from the cover of the bunker, he would definitely be seen by the demon. No one thought that he could survive in front of such a terrifying behemoth.

Like a bird in a cage, a trapped beast waiting to die, this is despair.

However, at this moment, Sherlock was not desperate, or in other words, his brain was running wildly, so he didn't want to pay attention to that insignificant hint of despair.

The instantaneous speed of the third-level demon just now was firmly remembered in his mind. The loud roar could clearly show its terrifying power. The huge fist struck vertically up and down, and the bones and joints could not be reversed. , Sherlock concentrated on recalling every movement of the opponent in the encounter just now. Even because there was no skin wrapping, the exposed scarlet muscle texture could give him more information, the accustomed attack method and direction, Strength, speed, etc., etc., I don't know if these analyzes are useful or not. In short, all of them are presented in his mind, waiting for him to pick them.

finally

"Wait for me to go out in a while, and you run in this direction." He said in a low voice.

"What?!" Nightingale was startled in panic and looked at Sherlock in disbelief. At the same time, he also saw that his hand was pointing in one direction. Among the chaotic wreckage and firelight around him, there was a faint line. A gap obscured by rubble leads into the distance.

That seems to be the way to life

But why do you say, 'Wait for me to go out in a while? ’

Nightingale immediately understood the other party's intention. She looked firmly at the man in front of her and said, "Let's go together."

But it was this determination that made Sherlock couldn't help but smile: "Oh, you don't think I am the kind of follower who wants to sacrifice myself to buy you time to escape, do you?"

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone

"I took a rough look at the surrounding environment. This is probably the only reliable escape route, but at least someone needs to attract that big guy for a while, otherwise it can just throw a big rock or something like that and kill our only one. The escape route is blocked. With all due respect, if you two can spend more than five seconds with it, I will definitely leave you two alone now. I am a very realistic person."

Speaking of this, Sherlock gradually entered a state of concentration, and his attitude became colder:

"So don't talk nonsense to me. If you want to die, then just stay here."

No one would speak to Miss Nightingale in such a tone. Even after people saw Miss Nightingale, they would be captured by her extreme beauty, attracted by her noble and noble status, or worship her.

However, at this time, Sherlock's driving was so cold, but his expression was so focused.

All this fell in Nightingale's eyes, and she couldn't help but have another meaning. But before she had time to taste it, the man in front of her suddenly turned over without any care and rushed out of the bunker at a high speed. It was almost out of sight so fast, but the third-level demon still caught the figure immediately. It raised its huge palm, carrying a strong wind that could sweep people in, and fiercely slapped Sherlock. Come down!

"boom!"

With such a casual slap, all the building debris in the path it touched was destroyed. Even the broken steel bars and gravel that flew out could easily take away a few unlucky lives.

Sherlock's thin body was blown away at this moment. Fortunately, he adjusted his posture in time and was not thrown to the ground miserably by the aftermath.

at the same time!

"Miss, let's go!" Nopa didn't even dare to look at the huge demon. He grabbed Nightingale's hand and ran towards the gap desperately. Nightingale could only let it be pulled. , and at the same time looked back at the figure that was so small that it was almost engulfed by the fire. She felt a moment of sourness and pain in her heart. She didn't know whether it was because she was frightened by this hellish scene, or because of the sadness of those who died, or because of the one she still had. The detective who didn't have time to remember his name.

Sherlock was dodging and running, like a flying leaf in front of the huge and crazy power.

In fact, he was a little surprised that he could achieve this level. A few days ago, he would have been scared to death by being slapped!

But he dared to rush out of the bunker, certainly not just to continue like this. With the physical strength of a human, it is absolutely impossible to tear apart such a demon's body, so it is undoubtedly a waste to be consumed by a third-level demon. This is a stupid behavior. After all, the other party can make countless mistakes, but as long as he makes one mistake, it will turn into a piece of meat pie.

So. He is waiting.

Ten seconds passed

Thirty seconds passed

A minute passed.

Sherlock suddenly pulled his neck and shouted: "How long are you going to rest? I can't hold on any longer!"

With this shouting, from the rubble in the distance, Moran's bloody figure finally came out. Her maid uniform had been completely shattered into fly ash, revealing the black and blue battle armor wrapped around her tall body underneath. Outfit.

Looking at the extremely frantic scene in the sand, Moran had to once again look at this person who His Royal Highness the Son could call a friend.

The file clearly stated that he was just a novice who had gone through the canonization ceremony for three months. But at this moment, he was actually facing a third-level demon! And he was able to buy himself a minute of breathing time under that crazy offensive!

This is no longer a phenomenon that can be explained by common sense.

But think about it, how could the person the master knew be a mortal.

Therefore, Moran almost paranoidly chose to believe in the other party. Although this belief seemed so absurd and blind, there was no other way but to believe.

The next moment, she was already rushing towards the demon, regardless of her exhausted body, her twisted limbs, her ribs scratching her lungs, and the fatal pain radiating from every inch of her body!

"I'll hold you here while you go find the contractor!"

she shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock had almost no hesitation, and instantly escaped from the war zone, then turned into a black shadow, crossed the flames and ruins, and ran in a certain direction!

It was as if he already knew where the controller of this demon was hiding.