Sherlock Holmes

"Climb up."

This was a sentence without beginning or end, but under this situation, it actually caused the entire crowd to fall into silence for a moment.

Climb up?

An open snowfield with no mountains, far away from the city and no buildings. What does "climbing up" mean?

In this entire sight, the only place where this word can be used seems to be the huge demon!

Yes, only demons!

So at this moment, Sherlock is running almost unbelievably upward on the forelimbs of the Baskerville Hound!

The two demons were still engaged in the most dangerous fight, and the hound's forelimbs were frantically carrying out the heaviest attacks, but Sherlock's hands firmly grasped the messy and bloody hair, using his powerful control over the body to move forward. The sky continued to climb. In the shadows that blocked the moonlight, Sherlock's body seemed so small, but extremely flexible. One moment, he had withstood the shock of a huge slap on his wrist, and the next moment, he suddenly With this force, his feet climbed straight up through the connection point of the curly hair, faster and faster, like a fish trying to jump out of the sea and soaring into the sky amidst the dark waves.

What is he going to do?

No one knew what this guy was going to do. Baskerville looked through the smoke and saw Sherlock's figure. He had no idea what this guy was thinking, but he just hesitated a little and followed him. Rushing into the smoke.

As a result, this extremely weird scene appeared.

Perhaps there has never been a scene like this on the entire battlefield. Two incredibly powerful demons are fighting each other for their lives. The fight is shaking the earth, and two humans are actually running and chasing one of the demons. The body of Skavier's hound was stained with a lot of huge gravel because it rolled in the battle just now. At this moment, the tremor of the body slipped from the back. Sherlock quickly and accurately used these power points to create a ghostly Climbing silently between the bumps and gaps on the surface of the devil's body, it seemed that with just a little bit of force, he could suddenly rise higher. The ups and downs and gentle slopes caused by his movements became the rhythm of his upward rush.

But speed also brings a huge load on the body, and those seemingly soft hairs are just like the sharpest steel needles to humans, but to a demon, Sherlock is climbing and running. His body was already covered with scars, as if he was bathing in a pool full of blades, and due to climbing and running, the injuries on his chest had reached an extremely terrifying level. The tentacles in hell were repairing them, but they seemed unable to catch up. The tearing speed continued, and with every movement, a large amount of blood was spattered.

He should have died long ago, but he is still not dead. Even if someone sees his expression at this time, they may be shocked, because he is actually smiling, with a very excited and novel smile, matching the The body that had been almost chopped into pieces looked extremely terrifying!

Finally, amidst the tremendous vibrations caused by the demon's bite, he arrived at a location, a certain area behind and below the neck of the Hound of the Baskervilles.

Without any hesitation, he didn't even have time to swallow the blood flowing from his mouth. He suddenly grabbed a bunch of hair at hand and tore it outward with all his strength!

He tore with such determination, as if there was no one around, and several tentacles spread out from his tattered clothes, and he also used force. The small devil in hell has now completely become the nourishment for Sherlock to maintain his life. Otherwise, he would probably also A few came out to help Sherlock tear or chew the hound's skin.

There is no such fight.

The entire group of Contractors, and even the entire history of the Holy Spirit, have never fought like this!

It is simply a fantasy that a person dares to rush towards a huge demon more than 20 meters high and directly try to cause physical damage to it!

But Sherlock was so decisive, he didn't even have any energy left for himself to escape, let alone to deal with Baskerville who was climbing up!

He just tore at it, and countless tentacles continued to emerge around him. The area behind the opponent's demon's neck contained almost all the power that Sherlock could display at this time.

Finally, with a slight hissing sound, a few hairs were torn off, while more were firmly rooted in the skin, and then, with a piece of bloody skin, they were torn apart. !

Although it is only the surface, it is still extremely scary. The bright red flesh and blood are still connected to each other and are reluctant to separate. They are pulled and broken bit by bit by the huge force!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch——"

Compared to the huge body of the Baskerville Hound, Sherlock only caused a minor injury, but he still felt a tearing pain in the back of his neck and let out a deafening roar.

The hound's bone structure cannot bend backwards and slap it behind itself, and because its own contractor is also on its back, it cannot roll around in place to crush the hateful human behind it into a pulp. Even if Baskerville really wanted to do this, Crimson would not let him do it. At this time, it was tightly restraining the opponent's body.

And at this moment, Baskerville has arrived, rushing through the dense hair like a river and a sea, and heading straight for Sherlock! No matter what Sherlock was doing, his behavior made Baskerville very uncomfortable, so Baskerville had already possessed him and rushed forward, punching Sherlock who had lost the ability to resist. Fortunately, Crimson gave up her defense in time and slapped him, forcing him to move away. This prevented him from blowing Sherlock's head with a punch.

In fact, this scene is extremely complicated to say, but for only a dozen seconds, some people in the crowd in the distance held telescopes and almost held their breaths as they looked at the thrilling scenes.

However, no one still knows what Sherlock wants to do. Baskerville also had no idea what this guy was going to do.

He definitely didn't want to use this method to skin the huge demon under his feet piece by piece.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't have such an idea. Even if the other party really let him pick him up without moving, it would probably take him half a month.

So at this moment, Sherlock staggered and dropped the piece of flesh that had just been torn off in his hand, almost detached, and the fighting position was unsteady, but the tentacles around him were extremely active. They crowded around and began to go crazy. He followed the wound and penetrated into the other party's body!

As I said before, there is no such fight among the entire contractor group, because except for perverts like Baskerville, it is difficult for humans to use their bodies to cause substantial harm to the third-order demon. There are some insignificant wounds left on the huge body, which cannot affect its muscles, and it is even less possible to break the opponent's bones with one punch, so these desperate actions are meaningless.

But Shylock is different. Apart from contract and injury, there is another relationship between him and the devil.

That is his original demonic ability - possession.

Use the tentacles to penetrate directly into the opponent's body and transform them into your own!

At this moment, Sherlock had exhausted all his strength. He knelt on one knee on the ground, and his body almost turned into a bloody man. Only by relying on his last will to maintain balance, he did not fall to the ground.

However, despite being so weak and miserable, countless tentacles suddenly erupted around his body, and each one gathered into a scarlet tide, pouring into the huge demon's body along the gap. Those tentacles were very thin, Compared with the huge body of the Baskerville Demon, like the cilia of those single-celled organisms, they penetrate into the gaps of muscles and swim in the plasma, frantically searching for those thick nerves, then invading and occupying them. .

Baskerville's heart began to beat faster.

He didn't know what the other party was doing, but at this moment, he felt some kind of fear inexplicably.

To be honest, after living on the front line of the Gate of Hell for more than thirty years, except for those young dreams he had at night when his mind was immature, he had never had the slightest fear, even the most brutal fighting. He had suffered the most painful injuries and had seen people around him die one by one, but he had never been afraid.

However, at this moment, he actually started to be afraid.

But he didn't know the reason, and he couldn't even tell whether he was afraid or whether his demon was afraid.

But if it is the latter, it is even more impossible, because his demon is almost at the peak of the third stage. Although he does not know what the fourth stage of the devil looks like, that is something that only Lord Dante can see. field. But Baskerville was certain that his demon had grown to a staggeringly powerful level.

How could it be afraid?

Is there something that can scare it?

There are many factors that can make a creature afraid, and the most direct and innate one is, of course, the fear of death.

Of course, a demon would not understand what the meaning of 'death' is. It is a philosophical question that even humans cannot understand. But at this moment, the Baskerville Hound instinctively felt that he seemed to be disappearing little by little. .

There is some kind of power that is eroding oneself bit by bit, taking away one's body, and even wants to invade one's own mind and replace it.

In its perception, this little sense of disappearance seems to be more terrifying than death.

So it was afraid, so scared that its body became stiff and trembling constantly. This fear also followed the feedback from the contractor, and rushed into Baskerville's mind with extremely clear and ferocious force.

Just as he was about to jump up and rush towards Sherlock, he trembled and fell directly to the ground.

"What. What's wrong?"

He was a little blinded, staring with frightened eyes, and seemed to feel a sense of impending death.

But he was clearly not injured, and he didn't expect anything to kill him.

But why was he so scared? Why was he shaking so much that he couldn't even stand still? He began to breathe heavily, trying to activate his contracted demon, but found that the other party was unable to respond to him, and was even more scared than himself. . This inexplicable emotion made him recall how he cried among the dead when he was a child, before the umbilical cord was disconnected, and how he clearly felt that his life was changing little by little. As time goes by, the fear of moving away from yourself.

How many years has it been since he had this extremely real feeling?

In the distance, those who could see this scene were dumbfounded.

They were so stupid that they held their binoculars and remained motionless. Even when others pushed and asked, there was no response.

And soon, the rest of the people were dumbfounded, because they didn't know why, but the demon that was biting crazily a second ago suddenly stopped moving.

What happened? Why did the earth-shattering battle there all of a sudden stop?

Those people finally felt for the first time that the sudden silence amidst the huge roar could be so deafening.

Just like that, the silence lasted for who knows how long. Finally, Sherlock shook his body and stood up.

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~

The blood on his body was dripping down, like an evil ghost that had just crawled out of the plasma.

This scene was seen by a person holding a telescope. He shuddered subconsciously. He didn't know why that person was so weak yet so scary!

But he didn't dare to put down the telescope. He just stared straight up, and there seemed to be some gasping sounds around him. Maybe many people saw this scene, and they saw the evil ghost staggering up. body.

Then he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Baskerville, who was just as powerful as a god!

His speed is actually not as fast as it was at the beginning, because human eyes can already capture its traces, but at this moment, it seems so breathtaking. The afterimage was bloody, and it brought a scarlet stream of light behind him. That light was trembling and angry. From beginning to end, he finally fought hard to win an opportunity to change his offensive and defensive forms when he was at his weakest. , so, his fist suddenly hit the opponent's face, and his palm slashed firmly to the opponent's neck. His body launched a dazzling offensive crazily in a small area, blood was flying, and the moonlight The bright red blood underneath also looked dazzling, and the wind brought up rolled up the blood on the demon's back.

And among the fear and chaos that were constantly eroding him in his mind, Baskerville felt for the first time that he was unable to withstand the opponent's attack!

It was obvious that he was stronger, it was obvious that the opponent was more seriously injured, and it was obvious that the opponent was not fast, but he still couldn't stop him. Baskerville's chest was hit by a fist and his blood surged. After enduring many attacks, he began to move towards him. Several large mouthfuls of blood spurted out. His abdomen was kicked and he was staggering and retching. His head was in severe pain, and the balls of plasma on his body were exploding. He couldn't even figure out whether it was spurted out by himself, but dripped out from the other party's body.

This is a one-sided sadism.

It just happened so suddenly and so unbelievably that everything seemed so shocking.

Finally, as Baskerville's figure swayed, he finally fell to the ground miserably, and the bloody evil ghost also fell to his knees on the ground, kneeling next to Baskerville, and then , hands crossed and clasped, raised high.

Hit the opponent's face firmly and hit it hard!

"boom!!"

In fact, the sound was not that loud at all, and it could not spread so far, but this time it seemed to really hit everyone's hearts, and with this hit, the hound also jerked. trembling.

"boom!!"

Another click.

The silence was like thunder falling from the sky, resounding throughout the snowfield! !

"Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!"

He just smashed and smashed.

Until he felt that he was bored, tired, or for some other reason, he finally lowered his head weakly and let the drops of his blood fall.

Then he murmured,

Said something.

However, in this whole world, only Baskerville should be able to hear it clearly.