Sherlock Holmes

Old Dante was silent

More than 30 years ago, during the second demonic invasion, the human race faced the crisis of extinction. The Holy Light was restrained by some mysterious force in hell. This force was called the evil god. Dante rushed into hell alone and met the Holy Light. Work together to kill the evil god and save mankind from danger.

This is something clearly written in preschool textbooks.

But after Master Dante came out of hell, he never talked about what he saw and heard in hell, what the [Holy Light] looked like, and what the [Evil God] was, let alone Have you ever wondered what the battle between the Holy Light and the Evil God is like?

Therefore, all this is still a mystery, but he didn't say it, and no one dared to ask. This matter has remained empty, becoming a gap in the field of human exploration of hell, but no one can deny that in the In the year and seven months when Dante disappeared into hell, he was the closest to the Holy Light among all mankind. Everyone even felt that it was because he was so close to the Holy Light that he had the Transcendence Contract. The powerful strength of the three stages.

When he heard the question from the young pope in front of him, the old man just smiled: "Are you concerned about your friend?"

Moriarty looked at the few tea leaves in the cup and said nothing.

Old Dante continued:

"I once read some descriptions of the Holy Light from the Holy See, which are great, sacred, incomprehensible, indescribable, and can only be perceived and respected.

In fact, it is correct, just as we cannot understand why a crack suddenly appears out of thin air, and there is another world on the opposite side. In the same way, with our current knowledge, we cannot speculate on the Holy Light.

Even though I have been to hell, I still have a lot of things I don’t understand. As for why I don’t want to tell the public what I saw and heard in hell, I have my own reasons. I believe you can also understand my little willfulness as a stubborn old man. . "

Old Dante said earnestly, and then changed the subject:

"But I can tell you, you don't have to worry about your friend at all."

"But the trouble he caused this time is huge." Moriarty looked calm: "Actually, you should be able to understand that there are many people in this world who want him to die, but they can't find any good reason, but If those servants of God really died because of him, under the wrath of the Holy Light Temple, those guys in the empire who are eyeing him eagerly will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

No one could survive the murderous intent of half the empire.

So I want to ask if that day really comes, will you still help him? "

Dante didn't think anything, as if he had known that this day would come and had already prepared the answer:

"No." He said decisively: "Because I am old and you understand what I mean, right?"

Moriarty nodded. Of course he would not ask the old man in front of him to leave the town again, let alone ask why he was willing to save Sherlock the first time but not the second time.

This old man is actually very old, and he is also very tired. This was actually shown when he rushed all the way to the Blood Prison last year. Although he still looked energetic, the journey of thousands of miles , in those vast no-man's lands, he all took less bumpy vehicles, trains, boats, etc. This old man who once traveled thousands of miles in one night, and mountains and rivers never stopped him, after all, still Prefer to take those slow and boring modes of transportation.

He really seemed unable to run.

And under the moonlight coming from the window, he could clearly see a drop of water splashing on the wooden table in front of him.

The old man's hands seemed to be shaking.

People will grow old after all. No matter how invincible they are when they are young, they will definitely not be able to escape the passage of time. Just as Lord Dante always emphasized a few years ago, this world still belongs to those young people after all.

So, this brief visit came to an abrupt end. After drinking the tea in the cup, Moriarty stood up to thank the old man and said goodbye at the same time.

Naturally, the old man would not stay. He stood up slowly and did not go to see the young Pope off. He just put away the tea cups and wiped the table.

During this process, he had been thinking more interestingly.

In fact, the person closest to the Holy Light in this world should not be himself. After all, he has no way to summon a third-level demon from the hinterland of the empire.

The door was slowly closed. In this small town, it is so comfortable all year round. There is no drought and heat in the no-man's land of the Blood Prison, nor the biting cold wind along the Redeker Strait. The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening. After sunset, the water was calm and gentle, and Moriarty even came up with the idea of ​​enjoying his old age here.

But in an instant, this thought was blown away by the gentle sea breeze. Looking at a place in the distance, he knew that the word "enjoy your old age" should have nothing to do with him.

"Master, are we going back?"

Moran was waiting outside the door for a long time. She was a little surprised when she saw the owner came out a short time after entering. She thought that this long journey here would be a very long conversation, but she didn't expect that after all, Only ten minutes or so.

After Moriarty became the Pope, they got together less and separated more. Moran became the spokesperson of the Pope to a certain extent, handling many important things for his master throughout the empire. The long-term ups and downs Her skin is not as delicate as before, her long hair is cut short, and she is no longer wearing a maid's outfit, but is more convenient for movement. The short robe with a sunflower pattern makes her look heroic.

Although she is very tired, she is extremely satisfied in her heart. After all, she can finally provide some substantial help to her master. She only occasionally thinks of their childhood companionship and the good time they spent in London for half a year. And that absurd escape, those arrogant, but extremely gentle kisses.

"Go back." The master's answer interrupted some short memories: "It's enough if you get the answer you want."

"Will Lord Dante help Mr. Sherlock?" Moran and Sherlock were of course familiar, so he couldn't help but ask.

The young pope shook his head: "No."

"Oh." Moran lowered his gaze, looking a little sad: "But the master came here this time just to ask about Sherlock?"

Moriarty had been looking in a certain direction since he left the house and never looked away. When Moran asked, his expression was solemn and solemn: "Master Dante once walked out of the town for Sherlock.

But this time, even if Shylock died, he would not take action again. Even if the servant of God died, he would not take action. Even if the military had to bear the wrath of the Holy Light Temple, he would still not take action.

His attitude is already obvious.

What I want is actually this answer, since Lord Dante will no longer interfere with the matters of the Temple of Holy Light.

Then, when that day comes, I can watch the Crusader's war airship with peace of mind as it sails towards the temple above the clouds. "

Sherlock came to the battlefield, saw the front line, and participated in the battle.

But on the battlefield, he only stayed at the base of the rear line of defense. He had seen the front line, but he only killed a dozen demons in a rescue operation of hundreds of people on the edge of the front line; and the most tragic of those battles, There was actually a conflict with the regiment under Major General Ulysses during the mission.

In this way, Sherlock has not actually experienced what real war is in a frontal battlefield.

In a real war, the air is bloody, the snow under your feet is boiling, and your eyes are filled with steaming smoke, stumps, and bright red.

A human head was blown off, and the acidic devil's saliva corroded his helmet completely. The scalp and face were also a mess. It was impossible to tell whether it was the face or the back of the head. It just rolled down to Sherlock's feet. Then it was blown away again by the vibration of the shell exploding in the distance, and it rolled down to no one knows where.

The limbs here are flying in the sky, with a scorching temperature, and the splashing flesh and blood is like sticky rain. The sight in the distance is blocked, because monsters of different sizes may suddenly appear here anytime, anywhere. In the Void Crack, each war armor carries a huge container of demonic tranquilizers on its back. When these people are torn apart by sudden sharp teeth, the tranquilizers behind them can be spilled out to advance the hard-won front. .

Sherlock was perched behind a steel bunker that had just been built. Surrounding him was a soldier from Millsap's battalion. Although he had been fighting on the battlefield for nearly ten years, the war along the strait was compared to what it was now. , but it seemed so childish. He was holding on to the nearly half-meter-thick steel plate behind his back. Through the eyepiece, he could see countless bright lines around him emitting a horrifying sound, which were bullets forming a continuous line, and These lines piled up into a waterfall, screaming into the twisted flesh, but even so, he needed to leave here quickly within 5 seconds.

Because just a moment ago, a demon that looked like a standing rhinoceros had just pierced the steel plate with its slender horns and penetrated the body of a soldier. At this moment, the soldier's body had just stopped moaning.

Scenes like this were constantly being staged around him, causing the soldier who was lucky enough to be alive to tremble with his legs. His mind was yelling at the top of his lungs to get out of here quickly, but his body seemed to be filled with lead and he was motionless. I couldn't hear what the companions around me were roaring, and I couldn't even hear the war horns that I was familiar with. There was only the constant churning and splashing of soil, and the clanking and splashing of minced meat on the armor. I didn't know whether it was a human being. Yes, or demonic.

This is a battlefield. According to the literature recorded before the Holy Calendar, even if there is a fight between humans, there is absolutely no sympathy or mercy. So the war with demons will naturally be even more cold and cruel.

In this merciless war, a servant of God was running forward in a panic under the cover of a heavy transport truck. He accidentally fell down and fell into a pool of smelly blood. His mouth was full of blood. I felt sick, but I didn't even have time to vomit. I quickly got up and jumped into the cover of the vehicle again. I was afraid that if I slowed down even a little bit, I would be targeted by a demon and end up being chewed alive.

As servants of God, although they stay in the Temple of Holy Light all day long and live a quiet life, they are undoubtedly the most noble people in the world. Walking down the mountain is like the gods in myth descending to earth. , wherever he goes, he is surrounded and admired by everyone. Unexpectedly, after meeting the man named Sherlock and the even more cruel and ruthless military doctor, he could only fight like the humblest mouse to prevent himself from losing his life.

And in doing so, it was just to hold a black 30-centimeter cube in his hand and rush into the deep hole dug two hundred meters away.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

The heavy transport truck beside him was lifted half a meter high in an instant, and then landed far away in the center of a group of demons. Looking around, a terrifying humanoid demon had already opened its bloody mouth and leaned down. His body was ready to swallow the servant of God, including the belt and core. At this moment, the servant of God had already experienced all the past events of his life before his eyes, and the next moment, a slender shadow six to seven meters high suddenly ran wildly. Come, like a war car, it slammed into the demon's body. The moment the demon flew backwards, a figure jumped on his face, raised his fist and smashed into the huge eyeball with a diameter of half a meter. .

Poof————

The pale yellow viscous liquid exploded in mid-air.

This Lord Servant of God knew that that figure was the man named Sherlock. During this period of time, this bastard who kidnapped himself into the advance army camp had been shuttled between the battlefields. Of course, he could not influence the entire battlefield on his own. War, but he protected all the servants of God very well. Even though it was extremely embarrassing and dangerous, fortunately no one died yet. Even in the eyes of some servants of God, this blasphemy should have been burned to death long ago. However, at this time, he seemed to be the savior who saved him from life and death.

In an instant, after solving a large demon, Sherlock rushed into the next area without stopping, and the servant of God who had watched the revolving door over and over was inexplicably inspired with a trace of courage, and tightly Holding the black box in his arms, he rushed into the deep pit ahead. He fell down one after another, and the hot snow water mixed with blood soaked into his body. He lay down from his hair, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke, which was despair. The sound of gunshots, cannons, roars, and horns were all urging him to die. The evil smile.

But he finally rushed to the deep pit and threw the box in his arms into it. The entrance of the pit was not big and the devil could not fall in, so there was no need to bury it. He only needed to wait for the blood to pour into it, and nature would naturally take it away. Seal it forever.

Just like that, a wisp of holy light quietly descended on the frozen soil without anyone being able to detect it.