Sherlock Holmes

No matter how you think about it, this sentence is crazy.

This scout soldier was either blinded or had his head hammered, otherwise how could he see a dead man.

"Go quickly!!!"

With a sharp roar, the scout seemed to be in an extremely excited state, so that his voice was as sharp as a woman's. He stared with obviously angry eyes, and you could faintly see the serious symptoms emerging from the excitement. Scarlet bloodshot.

The man who had frequently appeared in major newspapers for more than a year was dead. The cause of his death was that he chased Miss Nightingale thousands of miles for three months and finally fell into the gate of hell.

And now, some say, he sees him again in the heart of Hell's Gate.

These soldiers were not stupid, they just subconsciously couldn't believe the incredible possibility. However, after a few seconds, they all screamed, forced themselves to recover, and then rushed towards the communication station behind them.

"Mr. Holmes was found near the Gate of Hell!"

"Report! Mr. Holmes was found near the Gate of Hell!!!!"

They roared and shouted, regardless of who was on the other end of the communicator. It was a violation of military discipline to use such a voice to talk to their superior officers, or even the generals of the military region. But in an instant, this message The madness began to spread throughout the entire expedition team, and those who knew it opened their mouths in great horror, like thunder from the sky, accurately hitting everyone's head.

A pair of skinny hands hung up the intercom.

The hand was shaking a little.

In the past few decades, a random touch of this hand on the combat map of the Antarctic continent was like a hail of bullets, and a casual stroke was like tens of thousands of soldiers migrating long distances. More than a year ago, this hand was This white continent has drawn the most magnificent and iron-blooded expedition route in human history.

General Patton was the highest military officer in charge of all frontline military operations after Lord Dante retired. His hands never trembled when he heard the tens of millions of casualties or the news of the annihilation of the entire demonic tide.

But at this moment, he could only clench his fists to calm the turmoil in his heart.

The next second, he picked up the communicator again and issued an order directly to the frontline combat committee. The deep voice suddenly sounded in the hall of the military mobilization committee hundreds of kilometers away.

"The expeditionary vanguard troops are being renovated in place. Except for the troops in the frontline areas who are fighting, all troops have entered the highest combat readiness state!"

"All teams within 500 kilometers from the rear marched urgently, bringing all heavy weapons and full quotas of ammunition to join the leading troops."

"Before midnight, I want 12,000 of the latest war armors. Whether you are on the back line or on the way to lay the Holy Light, whether you want 500 airships or 1,000 airships, in short, transport them to the Gate of Hell. At the nearest military base."

"All remaining mobile forces, in a first-level combat readiness state, are heading towards the Gate of Hell in advance. Energy losses will not be counted within 72 hours, and all supplies will be airdropped."

Order after order resounded in the building wrapped in heavy snow, and the heads of those who represented the top leaders in various fields on the war front were buzzing. They looked at each other, and each other's eyes were so shocked that they could not speak.

What does it mean?

Nearly one-third of the entire expedition force was used, the Holy Light was laid along the way, and the construction of the military base was abandoned. Regardless of energy consumption, all the heavy firepower troops made a straight line raid in the direction of the Gate of Hell?

Crazy?

Perhaps due to the distance, this conference room received the frontline's reconnaissance information a little late.

It was only then that a photo suddenly lit up on the big curtain next to the wall.

The photo was not very clear, but you could still see that the entire screen was filled with densely packed demons. After a few seconds, someone finally saw the man in the middle of the screen, who was swinging his feet and trying to kick a demon. People who go down.

That's right man.

Several commanders squinted their eyes, trying to see the man's face more clearly. At the same time, they were wondering how a man could appear in the center of the demonic tide.

The next moment!

"Idiot!!!"

A loud roar.

Then there was a bang, and several tea cups fell to the ground, breaking into pieces. The chief of staff next to him, who was pretending to be scheming, took a sip and sprayed the tea in his mouth onto the face of a bald middle-aged general next to him. Above, the general still had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which was extinguished by this sip of tea, and then fell to the ground.

In the whole room, the chaotic sounds were mixed together in an instant, and it was extremely embarrassing.

Five minutes later, the chaotic conference room finally became a little calmer.

Everyone was so shocked by the man in the picture that they couldn't breathe smoothly, but after all, these people were big shots with military power.

There is an old guy who is still struggling with General Patton's order!

"Damn it, even if we give up all this, we can only shorten the expedition speed from half a year to one month, but we still have to march continuously without regard for supplies.

And what does it mean that all the more than 10,000 war armors are transported by airship?

Could it be that they are all going to be airdropped in front of the gate of hell and directly fight against the demonic tide? "

He was still roaring.

Such a frenzied deployment of troops directly ruined the hard layout of the front line for the past year, and even delayed the expedition to half a year, or even more than 10 months.

For a military commissioner, he was certainly shocked by the reappearance of Sherlock, but this expedition was related to the future of all mankind, and he had to decide clearly what was important.

"No, we can't let him fool around like this. Even if this photo is real, I can only accept 30,000 people. Okay, 50,000 people will go to the rescue. If it's more, it will delay the expedition. How can we communicate with the empire?" People’s explanation?!”

The general roared, and this attitude won responses from some people. They all felt that General Patton's behavior was too impulsive.

But there were still some older officers who did not get up. They sat silently in their seats with solemn expressions, because they naturally thought of Sherlock's past experiences, those assassinations, those experiments, and the blood prison. Lord Dante meets his. They thought that in human history, only one person returned to the world from the gate of hell.

That man is now a god throughout the empire.

But at this moment, another person completed this incredible deed. At the same time, Lord Dante is old after all. No matter how powerful a person is, when he reaches a certain level, he will eventually die one day.

Some panic, uneasiness, and even rebellious thoughts rushed into the minds of these people. Although they were not sure whether what they thought was right, they did not stand up to oppose this deployment of troops.

And at this moment, suddenly, the amplifier equipment in the conference room rang again.

It was a woman's voice, which seemed to be very young, but extremely calm. She said straight to the point: "I am Sebastian Moran, the 61st Pope of the Holy See. I would like to inform everyone here that the former Crusaders All existing troops are following General Patton’s deployment and have already marched towards the Gate of Hell.”

As the message said, this was a notification, not a negotiation or request, so the call was hung up as soon as the words fell.

The entire conference room looked at each other. Only some people who were guiding the relationship between Mr. Shylock and the current Pope gave a helpless smile. They lighted a cigarette leisurely and put on an expression: "That's it. There's nothing we can do to stop it anyway." 's posture.

Of course, there will always be radicals in the army, and some members of the parliament shouted at the top of their lungs: "What the hell is this going to do? Do you know how much the empire will spend a day for this expedition?" National taxes are now It has been increased by two percentage points. Does the young pope think that the imperial government will agree to delaying the war flight without authorization?!"

But not long after, another voice was suddenly connected.

"Members of Congress, General, I am the current Emperor of the Empire, Franklin." The voice said in an extremely deep voice: "The return of Mr. Sherlock Holmes is of great significance. I suggest that the frontline military should make every effort to rescue him."

…

While the leaders of all the major military regions were shocked by the news and were breathing unsteadily, in a military base, it seemed that there was a group that had been subconsciously forgotten.

Some servants of God, led by ascetics and entourage, slowly walked towards the prison cell.

The main purpose of their visit this time was to take away the guy named John Watson.

However, along the way, they noticed that the atmosphere in the entire military area seemed to be a little off. Some soldiers passed by them in a hurry, cheering and screaming, forgetting to bow to themselves.

These servants of God all looked ugly. They didn’t know what happened. No one came to report to them. They wanted to grab someone and ask, but they felt that they were superior servants of the Holy Light and there was no need to Being curious about little things.

So this group of people came to the prison cell, took out a piece of parchment mixed with gold threads, and read it out. The content was nothing more than that someone had blasphemed the Holy Light and committed an unforgivable sin. You have to pay the price and spend the rest of your life in pain and regret.

Watson in the cell did not listen carefully to the announcement. He just looked curiously at the cheering crowd outside through the guardrail of the iron window, wanting to know what happened to these guys. After all, he saved them on the battlefield. People who have hundreds of lives are about to be taken away now. How can you be so happy?

"Hey, what's wrong?"

With great difficulty, he finally met a soldier who was running closer to the prison cell. Watson quickly stretched out his hand from the bars to stop the soldier.

The man looked young and was a new soldier. During this time, he heard about Watson's crazy deeds. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or awe, but he stopped in his tracks.

"Have you ever heard of Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" The recruit took a few breaths: "You are a veteran, so you should have heard of him, right?

He. He's back. "

Watson frowned, not quite understanding what the other party said: "What do you mean [he's back?]"

"He's just back!" The recruit seemed to be immersed in the excitement again, his voice rising several times: "He's back from hell!"

"."

The recruits cheered and ran towards the crowd in the distance. The crowd gathered in front of a barracks and surrounded the camp leader who wanted to come out. Some people were asking, some were yelling, and it was chaos.

Watson slowly sat on the chair in the prison cell, blinked his eyes, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and smiled.

He smiled even happier than when he touched the neck of the divine servant a few days ago.

The door of the cell was opened, and some ascetics walked in. They carried heavy shackles in their hands, stared at Watson indifferently, signaled him to come over, and then put their hands into the shackles.

But at this moment, there seemed to be an old voice coming from outside the door.

"Do you still want to take this person away now?"

The person who spoke was Major General Ulysses. This veteran who had been on the battlefield for decades did not seem to have much favorable impressions of the servant of God.

A divine servant in front of him frowned. Most of these people were ignorant of worldly affairs and stayed in the temple all day studying symbols that they couldn't understand. They didn't know anything about the ranks and characters in the army. They just saw You. After the major general medal that was about to peel off on his old military uniform, Lysis responded coldly:

"Of course, those who offend the Holy Light will not be tolerated."

"Ha." Ulysses seemed to be amused: "I don't care whether you want to tolerate this kid or not. My relationship with him is average. I just want to tell you that Shylock is coming back and this kid, and Sherlock Locke has a good relationship.”

"." The servant of God frowned. As he said just now, this group of people stayed in the temple all day long and didn't read newspapers at all. They didn't care about the name that often appeared on the radio this year. However, subconsciously, he felt I seemed to hear the name [Sherlock].

But I forgot where I heard it.

But it doesn't matter, no matter who it is, there will be no possibility of being forgiven after offending the Holy Light.

"Take him away!"

The servant of God stopped looking after Ulysses and said in a deep voice.

In this way, Watson was chained by a group of ascetics and taken out of the prison.

At this time, Nightingale also hurried over. She had heard the words of the Servant of God and Major General Ulysses just now. In fact, she also knew in her heart how noble the Holy Light Temple was in the hearts of the world. Sherlock Coming back, it seems like nothing can be changed.

But for some reason, she just felt that as long as he was still alive, everything would be fine.

So she stared, her eyes that were once full of tenderness and innocence could now contain endless anger.

Nightingale walked towards the servant of God.

He raised his palm and slapped the servant of God on the face!

"One day you will regret taking him away!"

She said coldly, then turned around and showed a happy and hopeful smile to Watson.

"You already know that, so don't worry."

"He is back."