Sherlock Holmes

Compared with the original explosive madness, the giant demon in front of him took off his helmet very slowly, but it was so weird, because in everyone's eyes, that helmet-like thing should be the natural growth of the demon's body. It's something like scales on the body.

Why did it come off?

Was that thing forged by humans the day after tomorrow and then put on it?

No one could have imagined this scene. They just stared at that scene in stunned silence. The researcher who recorded the data vaguely seemed to have used his own words to interpret the thoughts of everyone around him at this moment. "Ah. ?”

The next second.

With a "Bang!", the heavy helmet was thrown to the ground, and then the demon's huge palm actually grabbed a gap between the scales on his chest and began to tear.

Squeak————

Squeak————

It was the harsh sound that was made when a piece of steel was torn apart. It made people's teeth itch so much that they couldn't help but want to cover their ears. And with this harsh sound, the demon's body... The scales were actually torn apart!

But there was no bleeding or leakage of flesh and blood. The demon was not mutilating itself, because the scales were artificially added.

The scales all over the body, no, those thick, hard things are not scales at all, but artificially cast armor!

The thickness of each piece is almost as thick as an adult's forearm, and the weight reaches more than two tons. So, how much armor is attached to this huge body that is 20 meters high? Could it be said that this thing Have you been fighting with these things for a long time?

This scene is so ridiculous, because how could a demon carry such a heavy thing and show such terrifying speed?

A loud noise smashed all these absurd ideas into reality. The steel with extremely heavy and hard strength fell to the ground following gravity, and then it was like countless huge mountain rocks falling from the sky, blowing away the smoke, dust and snow on the ground. The earthquake was several meters high.

And the thick demon's appearance completely changed.

It no longer stood, but knelt down, its protruding mouth grinning to both sides, revealing its sharp fangs. The whole body was no longer restrained by armor. Compared with the terrifying length of its body, it looked a little thin. , those black hairs that had been oppressed for who knows how many years were finally released, and began to explode one by one under the moonlight, swaying slightly in the wind.

A true hunting dog!

Staring scarlet eyes, exuding the strongest bloody aura, surrounding the demon named Crimson, as if staring at its prey.

This is what the Devil of Baskerville really looks like!

Ever since that scientific researcher said, ‘Huh? ’ After that, he never moved or even blinked.

Because at that moment just now, he had a simple thought, that is, if the guy in front of him was wearing those armors and showing such terrifying speed, then now, he is on the speed ratio scale. Yes, how many plus signs should be added?

Fortunately, right after that, he didn't need to think about this issue anymore.

Because right at this moment!

The hound has disappeared from everyone's sight!

He was faster than everyone's visual capture ability, and even faster than the sound. After the eyes could no longer capture his whereabouts, the thunderous explosion finally reached people's ears.

At the same time, a huge body appeared in front of Crimson. The wild and angry black hair rolled wildly at a terrifying speed, like a black mist with murderous intent.

This is what the Hound of the Baskervilles really looks like. In fact, it does not have that broad body. The reason why it looks like a big mountain is because it has a thick built-in lead layer and a huge armor plate. It has never been He is not used to standing. The reason why he always stands is because of what Dante once said, saying that the ultimate way to control the devil is to let the devil break away from his own inherent behavioral characteristics.

So Baskerville began to let his hounds learn to stand, learn to run on their legs, and even learn to imitate human operations with their hands.

Over the years, it has already adapted to fighting with heavy weights under astonishing training intensity, but when it lies down again and reveals its true form, it is the most powerful and terrifying time.

That's why Sherlock felt just now that the effect of his words was too good.

However, he would definitely not regret it. He wanted to slap himself in the face. Facing the black wind that was approaching in an instant, the excitement in his heart rose again.

Life is interesting when you do things you can't do.

So at this moment, the demon named Crimson trembled. I don't know if it was once or tens of thousands of times. In short, after a moment of trance, he did not retreat or hide, but clung to the quilt tightly. The winter frozen soil, which the snow had buried for several months, moved closer to the other side.

The hound was faster, so the crimson was also faster. It was so fast that the air couldn't reflect it. It took only a little bit of hindsight to turn up the strong wind. It was so fast that the human eye couldn't reflect it. Only the moonlight could be seen. Afterimage.

But in the end, the hound was still faster than Crimson. In addition to the wide open and close movements at the beginning, there was also a weird twist and twist. The powerful and heavy impact made the surrounding smoke and dust rise. It felt like the sky was blocked out, and the two demons were in the smoke, like a hungry wolf knocking down a warrior who dared to challenge the beast. The two sides refused to retreat or escape, and began to move at a very fast speed in a small area that was not too big. In the space, the most brutal fighting is going on!

Baskerville and Sherlock were also engaged in the most brutal duel. In just a few seconds, Sherlock had received countless punches and spurted out blood. His bones had been broken more than once, and his internal organs had been broken. I don’t know how many times it was broken, but he still didn’t die. The demons controlled in hell provided him with a steady stream of repair abilities, so that he dared to fight with Baskerville in even more crazy and life-threatening ways. , as long as his ribs are not inserted into his heart or something like that, he dares to give up all defense.

If there is such a person who can see this kind of fighting method that is more crazy than crazy, he will definitely not believe his glasses. In fact, Baskerville has already felt this way. It is a character flaw that he goes crazy, but why is he in front of him? This guy is also so crazy. No, he is not crazy. Although he looks so brutal when attacking, his eyes are always focused.

He is only in the second stage!

How could there be such a terrible guy in this world? If he reaches the third stage, what kind of existence will he be?

It doesn't matter, because he will definitely die here today!

The next moment, Baskerville suddenly lowered his body and rushed directly in front of Sherlock with an extremely heroic gesture, so close that the two bodies almost collided with each other, with a devastating headbutt to the left. The shoulders are sunk, the right arm is bent at the elbow, and the knee that has been retreated also has a huge impact, brutally hitting the opponent's lower abdomen. This is a very strange posture, but it can make the most powerful joints in the body move at the same time. Time rumbled against the opponent's most vulnerable parts. Under a terrifying muffled sound that could be heard from far away, Sherlock felt his chest suddenly collapse, and his lungs, heart, abdominal organs, and head were all blown away by a wave of force. The huge force almost deformed and twisted the body, and it was no longer possible to stand firm. It flew backwards with a bang, spilling more than half a kilogram of blood in mid-air!

This blow was really too terrifying, but what was even more terrifying was that during the process of flying backwards, Sherlock helplessly found that the problem he was most worried about appeared.

The fracture of the sternum caused a bone spur to pierce the lung firmly and penetrate directly!

He was able to let the demons in hell provide him with the ability to repair himself, but there was no way to affect the bones, causing the bones to disappear from the lungs as if they were going back in time.

Two seconds later, he fell to the ground like a kite with broken strings. His whole chest took on a shocking and strange shape. He began to spurt blood. Every breath caused a severe burning sensation in his chest, suffocation and pain. Hit the forehead.

With the strength of a second-level contractor, he went up against the most terrifying warrior in the entire empire, but Sherlock was still defeated.

Severe pain, a sense of near-death that was so painful that he could hardly think. In this case, he could still control the crimson in the distance, but as breathing became more and more difficult, death seemed to be only a matter of time.

The soldiers in the distance couldn't see the details of the battle between the two contractors, but they could see Sherlock flying backwards. Everyone's heart almost skipped a beat.

Their mission was originally to protect this man, but now, they have become the object of protection. If that man dies again, then this team of nearly a hundred people really doesn't know where to go.

But at this time, they did not dare to rush over to save the man with a few guns, because everyone knew that in this kind of battle, the participation of anyone else would not have any effect. In those third-rate novels, they shouted, " Most of the idiots who want to go together will become a burden.

Therefore, they are quiet and holding their breath. Each one of them looks with respect and admiration, grasping the urge to be extremely nervous. Some people are even imagining that it is like this, admit defeat, or beg for mercy. Can it be exchanged for a glimmer of hope?

Baskerville walked towards Sherlock step by step. He had killed many people and many demons. He and Sherlock had many similarities. For example, Sherlock could perceive life through his own judgment. You can know how to stuff a person into a box without letting the other person die, and Baskerville can also clearly feel the state in which a person is no longer likely to survive.

Happiness and laughter are contagious, and despair is also contagious. As he walked towards Sherlock, everyone seemed so helpless. The deep red in the distance began to be unable to support the hound's attack little by little. He was thrown to the ground, and nearly a hundred pairs of glasses looked at the scene, watching the crazy wild dog-like demon mercilessly torturing the demon they were going to escort to the military base.

These soldiers felt a touch of sadness. It seemed that this demonstration of results was impossible to succeed, or even possible.

"That man is Baskerville."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd finally said the name with a trembling voice.

"Baskerville?"

“Baskerville!!!”

A voice of doubt or exclamation spread among the crowd.

Some of these soldiers had some military connections and had never seen Baskerville, but they had heard about it and looked towards the battlefield again with incredulous eyes. Some even took a breath. , staggered and fell to the ground.

And in some brief words, those soldiers who didn't know this man seemed to piece together an extremely terrifying god of death.

Could it be that the people we are escorting have been fighting against that kind of terrifying existence?

So what else is there to fight for? !

Give up!

Beg for mercy!

Kneel down and beg for mercy! Now is not the time to think about dignity. No one will think that kneeling in worship of the Holy Light is humble, so it is impossible for anyone to think that losing to Baskerville will be embarrassing.

That was a person with a military identity. If there was a big shot in the military who wanted to stop the display of the results, then just give up. As long as he begged humbly enough, there would at least be hope of survival.

When a person dies, nothing is left!

This name brings despair, and people in despair begin to hope that the person named Sherlock can pray to the other person to let them live. If possible, can they intercede on behalf of that person, and they will not feel the slightest shame!

However, Sherlock still had no intention of begging for mercy.

Of course no one will feel ashamed when kneeling down to worship the Holy Light.

But Shylock has never believed in the Holy Light, and he has never knelt down to worship that thing. And with Baskerville in front of him, does he think he is nobler than the Holy Light?

Of course, no one in this world dares to say that he is nobler than the Holy Light.

Therefore, Sherlock did not beg for mercy from the other party in exchange for a glimmer of hope of survival, as everyone expected.

He just smiled and then snapped!

Putting his hand into his chest!