Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 387 Black Box.

No matter how powerful the human body is, it is impossible to resist a large third-level demon. Although there are guys like Baskerville in the world who are so powerful that they claim to be able to fight against demons with their human bodies.

But after all, instead of using brute force to tear a third-level big guy alive, it is even more impossible to use his own flesh and blood to face those sharp teeth and bite force that are more terrifying than a hydraulic machine. All he can do is use speed to dodge. The opponent's attack, or the use of power beyond that of ordinary contractors to focus on breaking some soft parts of the demon's body, can kill it only after careful consumption and repeated damage to fatal weaknesses, such as eyeballs, trachea, etc. That's all.

Perhaps the old man who was worshiped as an imperial god could perform the incredible operation of lifting the Heavenly Spirit Cap of a third-order great demon, but that was probably when he was young, and now he is already old, and all functions of his body have declined. Under the circumstances, it is estimated that it will be difficult to do.

Of course Sherlock understood this, so he didn't dare to stay for even a second. After saving a divine servant, his small body used the cover of his contracted creature, and the two figures, one large and one small, rushed at the same speed. Into a cloud of smoke and dust, which spread across a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

Crimson held a nearly two-meter-long sharp steel plate tightly in his hand. While running wildly, Sherlock passed by a smashed and deformed armored tank. Seeing that the machine gun on the top was still usable, he directly cut off the roots. He pulled it off, put it on his shoulder, and ran while shooting wildly at all the targets in sight.

The steel outline of the machine gun completely covered the people below. From a distance, it looked like a machine gun had grown two legs. It was very curious visually, but the effect was extremely powerful. This small caliber The ammunition is not lethal to large demons, but it is undoubtedly very effective against small demons. Sherlock held the muzzle of the gun and crossed a hill made of corpses. As he jumped forward, the machine gun in his hand sprayed out from top to bottom. There are countless bright lines. There is no need to aim, or even to look in the direction of firing. The demons below are densely packed together, all of the first or second level. There is almost no possibility of empty guns. The dense The fire was like a real giant ax, striking at the pile of rotten meat.

Bang bang bang bang————

After getting used to the sound of gunpowder exploding in flesh and blood, it still had a strange, crisp and sweet sound. During this leap, Sherlock finally poured out all the remaining ammunition in the machine gun, then threw the gun away and let it go. His body fell into the group of demons below.

"Pfft~"

The body fell into the flesh and blood cut open by bullets, and was extremely sticky. Under the influence of their low IQ, those demons saw a human being falling in front of them, and were stunned for half a second subconsciously. What greeted him was A large-caliber hand cannon was placed on the face, followed by a loud bang. This hand-held firearm loaded with large melta shells is the most commonly used weapon by the imperial military to fight against demons at close range. The weapon has strong firepower, sufficient sustained damage, and a large range. The disadvantage is that it is not convenient to carry.

The demon in front of him was blown away half of his body by a cannon. The huge cannonball with a diameter of 30 centimeters passed over its broken body and hit the demon group behind. Then there was a loud explosion, and the wet flesh and blood was like this. A piece of it was burnt during the splashing process. Just when the scorching heat did not dissipate, the figure who fell into the demon group suddenly rushed forward. With his free hand, he grabbed the one beside him who had not yet recovered. The demon's tentacles pressed its two-meter-long body in front of him, like a mad bull plowing the ground, crushing into the depths of the demon group, hissing, and the collision of flesh from time to time. They were covered in the surrounding artillery fire, but the demons that were lifted into the air were clearly seen by the surrounding soldiers, like a humanoid assault vehicle rampaging between flesh and blood.

Sherlock had a fight with Baskerville on the snowy field a year ago, and had reached the pinnacle of the second stage. However, his own strength had already surpassed more than 99% of the people in the third stage, but Even so, he could still only crush these first-level or second-level demons.

Fortunately, as a contractor, his body is not the main source of lethality. His ability to control the contracted demon is his biggest reliance on being able to run around in the hail of bullets, and his strong brain power also supports him to rely on his body A powerful credential that allowed the crimson to fight life-threateningly with the large demons around it while surviving the most dangerous killings.

So when he fell into the demon group, the huge crimson arm had just been pulled out from the chest of a third-level demon, and then it exploded with speed and impact like an unloaded cannonball, directly hitting another large demon. In front of the demon, the sharp broken blade in his hand was just the most plain and simple steel plate, but it had an incredible effect in the fight between demons.

The reason why humans were able to stand at the top of the food chain was due to those hands and the weapons they held. When those uncivilized Homo sapiens knew how to use stones to smash open the heads of beasts and how to pierce the belly of their enemies with branches, they It can be regarded as officially stepping into the ranks of the rulers of this world.

In the history of evolution, knives undoubtedly have the most profound significance.

Countless years later, when the two races collided again, a demon who was struck by my blade once again proved this point.

The blade is not long, but it is thick and strong. The tip that was specially polished during the march is sharp enough. Even after the sticky plasma is attached to the blade surface, it can still easily pierce through the unprotected flesh and blood.

No one can imagine that when the contractor is fighting hard, he still has free thoughts to control a huge demon body, to complete those incredible fast assassination actions, and to control all the demons in his hands. Holding a sharp blade, piercing the enemy's chest, and then twisting it around so that the wound cannot be closed] This kind of operation requires such terrifying control and computing power.

I think back then, it took several years for Baskerville to train his contracted demon to complete the action of "picking up something and twisting it".

Those demons who climbed out of hell did not have such IQ, otherwise, they would definitely be shocked by the huge body dancing crazily in front of them. So, where the fire was the brightest, the 7-meter-tall body turned into An unstoppable death storm, the knife pierced the center of a demon's chest. The brute force penetrated the blade, separated the sternum, and created a big hole. Then he quickly pulled it out, and before the blood spurted out, he backhanded him again. With one slash, it was wide open and closed, but it cut the other demon's throat with great accuracy. The bent waist suddenly twisted, and the force along with it pulled the knees, and slammed into the side of the opponent's thigh with a click. After a crisp sound, the demon's thigh bone broke into pieces, and the body also fell. It was only then that the blood in the throat finally spewed out.

The whole process took only five seconds, and the two large demons had already turned into twitching corpses. After another contractor who was closer witnessed this scene, three seconds later, another demon appeared in shock. It turned into a corpse and fell into the snowy water not far away. The red and white body was like a wisp of sword light and a streak of smoke. Within a few seconds of looking at each other, even though they were both contractors, they were stunned. The person felt a breathtaking coldness and fear. It was not until he realized that the other party was on his side that he relaxed slightly, but his back was already soaked through.

It is even unimaginable that the invincible old man back then was more powerful than the one in front of him on the battlefield.

This is the front line. Even if it has not reached the deepest point where the human expeditionary force has entered the Antarctic continent, it is still extremely dangerous. The closer to the Devil's Gate, the more frequent void cracks appear. In fact, if there is no holy light, No one can predict how many people will die here.

Therefore, Sherlock was extremely powerful and willfully brought those servants of God to this area. To a certain extent, he saved the lives of perhaps tens of thousands of imperial soldiers.

The war on the front line is tragic, but the officers in the front line theater are not all bloody war lunatics. It is impossible to send people up until they die in the blocking battle. After several hours of fighting, for some soldiers It is said that it is a test between life and death. Those who survive will be engraved with the most iron-blooded mark on their spirits. Of course, these soldiers have experienced the cruelest baptism to get here. Otherwise, they are likely to be on this battlefield. After the experience, I had a nervous breakdown and never dared to touch a gun again.

With the sound of the horn, the people on the battlefield began to retreat. The troops at the rear, with more abundant ammunition and war weapons, passed over countless demon or human corpses and stood in front of the retreating soldiers.

The sky became increasingly gloomy, and the dark night seemed to be surrounded by smoke and clouds under the huge searchlights. The imperial soldiers stepped on the flesh and blood of the stumps, and showed extremely strong psychological quality. They were covered in blood, but But they did not flee in confusion, but retreated in an orderly manner towards the relatively safe rear of the front.

When the huge steel wall appeared in front of them, and the warm steam escaped with a wet touch, someone finally couldn't hold on anymore and suddenly passed out in front of the base. Some people from the field medical unit were already here. After waiting for a long time, they rushed out one after another and put the unconscious or seriously injured soldiers on stretchers.

The base was like a huge operating room. The air was filled with the smell of blood and pungent potions. Some painful moans scratched the eardrums of the returning soldiers from time to time. Sherlock glanced at the crowd. It was just a subconscious reflection. He knew that he could not see Nightingale or Watson, because this was the real battlefield for the two of them, and they must have been in charge of the operation. In his barracks, he was fighting the fiercest fight against death.

Here, what everyone is doing is to save humanity, but the form of expression is different. Even those who have already been unconscious on the battlefield, or scared out of their wits, are suspected to have been shaken by the loud noise of the explosion and lost consciousness. The servants of God are also doing their best for the great cause of saving all mankind.

A medical soldier walked out from the crowd. His eyes were blood red. It could be seen that he had not slept for several days. He tremblingly took off his blood-covered gloves, and then shiveringly lit a cigarette. . Of course, this was not because he was addicted to smoking, but because he needed to use this method to squeeze out a little more energy from his body so that he could continue to complete the next operation.

Just as he passed Sherlock, he was suddenly startled.

Of course he knew Sherlock, and he didn't need to see those shocking scenes on the battlefield before, because this man was able to bring those noble servants of God to such a place. The moment he walked into this military base, he was already Attracted everyone's attention.

The moment the two eyes met, a trace of panic and despair flashed through the tired eyes of the field doctor. He quietly took a puff of cigarette and then said anxiously:

"I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Holmes. Half an hour ago, two servants of God had lost their vital signs due to ineffective rescue. One servant's legs were blown off, and two more were being rescued. If the Holy Light is really With the care of them, they should be able to survive the dangerous period. As for the rest, there are varying degrees of injuries, but fortunately they are not life-threatening."

He whispered to Sherlock the injuries of the servants of God. Here, people are injured every day, and people die every day. These field medical workers are undoubtedly the people who have witnessed the most life and death.

However, they never thought that one day they would watch a servant of God die. This kind of mental impact was a bit difficult for them to accept.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sherlock handed the other party a cigarette: "Try this next time, it's very powerful."

After saying that, he walked towards a barracks with white curtains ahead.

There is a place with better medical facilities in this base. Although the servants of the gods came to the advance army and rushed into the most dangerous war zone with the soldiers, their identities are special after all, so here are the gods. A place where servants receive treatment.

Opening the door, some simple medical instruments were constantly steaming out, and some faint groans of pain could be heard. Looking inside the room, you could see several servants of God lying on some blood-stained hospital beds. They should be for I was in pain all the time, so I was given anesthesia, and I was in a state of confusion.

The death of two divine servants was a big event for ordinary people, but Sherlock had long known that this day would come, so there was no psychological disturbance.

Instead, his eyes fell on a not too big black box on the shelf in the barracks.

He knew that this box contained the so-called [Holy Light].

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, he walked to the black box and picked it up