Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 243 Grass.

At this moment, even Baskerville couldn't help but his pupils suddenly shrank, witnessing Sherlock using all his strength regardless, inserting his hand into his chest, breaking his muscles with his fingertips, and then forcefully Squeezed in.

Then, within his collapsed chest, he fiercely grabbed the rib that pierced his lungs, and then pulled it out desperately.

No one can describe what this moment feels like. Even Baskerville himself felt a hot pain burst out of his chest when he looked at it!

Tragic and decisive! He even wondered if he would do the same crazy thing if faced with such a desperate situation.

Many large blood vessels must have been disconnected in the broken chest, and a large amount of blood was rushing out. And because it was close to the heart, some blood even broke through the torn tear and sprayed on the snow. .

Red and white, the combination is so vivid and shocking! For a moment, people didn't know whether this should be considered suicide or self-rescue. They just felt that the scene at this moment was so heroic that it gave people a sense of awe, and that they risked their lives heroically and survived.

However, Baskerville did not make any hesitation because of this heroic touch. He had to admit that he also respected the other party a little, but anyone who grew up on the battlefield understood one truth, that is, only a dead enemy can He was a respectable enemy, so he suddenly rushed towards Sherlock at this moment.

Because he felt that the other party was struggling hard. This guy still had no despair in this dead situation. Although he didn't know why the other party didn't give up. It seemed that no matter where he thought about it, this guy had no hope. Any chance of turning defeat into victory.

But he doesn't care about the reason. Anyway, as long as the other party is still struggling, there is a reason to struggle, and what he has to do is to tear all his hopes into pieces until the other party can no longer see any hope and can only throw away hope. When you focus on the moment when you pray to your enemy, you will look at the opponent with utmost seriousness and refuse all the requests of the opponent.

This is the result he wants!

In the blink of an eye, Baskerville had already rushed in front of Sherlock, and stepped on the opponent's bloody chest with a strong and powerful kick. One of the opponent's ribs was missing, and he didn't know how many bones had been lost. If it breaks, it is impossible for him to catch his own kick. If he wants to block it, he will inevitably pay the price of an arm, and if he dodges sideways, he will be pursued even more continuously.

But Shylock's behavior once again exceeded Baskerville's expectations.

Because he actually chose the worst option.

That is.Run.

Sherlock stood up sideways, and the simple movement made his chest tear even more, and he actually started running wildly into the distance regardless of everything.

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Baskerville looked at the other person's figure that was far away at that moment, and frowned, because he knew that under this kind of injury, if he wasted his energy on escaping, it would be the most stupid behavior. Not only would he not be able to give Any damage done to the opponent will only increase your own fatigue and injuries, with almost no benefit.

But since I know it, the other party should also know it.

Could it be that, under the baptism of this near-death terror, this guy had become so cowardly that he did such an irrational thing?

Well, it seems that this person who once impressed me cannot avoid the fear of death after all. Then, this battle is over. No matter how hard the opponent runs, there is only one ending, and that is death.

So Baskerville chased after him without saying a word,

The moonlight was reflected by the snowfield, and also showed a trace of the blazing sun. Sherlock was running wildly, and the blood flowing out of the wound was swaying behind him because of the speed, like a gust of wind, almost disappearing in the vast whiteness.

And Baskerville chased furiously from behind, and the dust kicked up by the explosion made everyone see what kind of speed the two people were racing at! They were two strong winds, two meteors streaking across the earth's surface, and they were out of sight within a few seconds.

However, this direction.

A few people in the crowd seemed to have noticed something, so they exclaimed subconsciously. They didn't know what Sherlock wanted to do, but they could see that he was running crazily towards the place where the two demons were fighting.

The battle between demons is undoubtedly terrifying, and the battle between the third-order great demons is even more terrifying. Because of the terrifying size, weight, and strength, almost no human can compete with the third-level great demons. Although Basque Weir has this ability, but that's because he is a freak, and even as a freak, he can only fight hand-to-hand with ordinary third-level demons.

And if you let him fight his own demons...just kidding, he is a little crazy sometimes, but not stupid.

He can guarantee that no one in this world can survive under the hands of his own devil!

Of course, except for the imperial god.

But Sherlock is definitely not Lord Dante, so why is he running towards those two demons? The fighting there was so overwhelming that he couldn't join the fight, let alone help. And with his current injury, as long as he suffered the aftermath of one blow, he would probably never be able to stand up again.

But Sherlock was still running, and he had reached a distance of several hundred meters in a few seconds. At this time, Crimson was being knocked down by the hound, and the mouth was like a huge vortex that was exuding the smell of blood. Trying to swallow Crimson.

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly rushed into its attack range, rushed into the smoke and disappeared.

The Hound didn't hesitate too much, and Baskerville didn't have that kind of gentlemanly obsession like "Tend to beat the opponent to death, it's a bit too bullying." The Hound never came to kill Sherlock. That was because he had been fighting with the deep. Hong struggled and couldn't get away, but if the opponent was brought to hand, he wouldn't mind turning it into pulp.

So the next second, the hound suddenly raised its huge claws and slapped it wildly towards the ground, as if it was randomly slapping a poor reptile.

I don't know if it was shot to death, but in short, the smoke and dust on the ground was even more obscured from sight, and when it raised its huge palm again, it was about to press Crimson back, who was about to struggle to get up.

"Idiot!"

In the crowd, a soldier held a telescope and suddenly uttered a curse word.

"What's wrong?!"

The people around him were extremely nervous and asked immediately.

The guy holding the telescope still seemed a little unbelievable, so he swallowed and murmured softly:

"That guy climbed up."