Sherlock Holmes

The things in those black boxes should be called mobile phones.

Sherlock has stayed in the world 800 years later for more than a year. For him, the mysterious foundation of the holy light has been completely torn off. Many years later, this small gadget that was regarded as a sacred gift will be revealed. Everyone can buy one on the street. If Sherlock hadn't been afraid of being traced, he could have bought a box for himself.

But the mobile phone is definitely not just for making calls. It is a civilian version. Lilith's mobile phone probably has many incredible functions. Maybe she can control the rocket to launch directly on the screen.

And these mobile phones, which are placed everywhere as [Holy Light], must also have extremely wonderful effects.

But no matter what, one of the most basic functions of a mobile phone is indispensable, and that is receiving signals.

At this moment, no one knows where these mobile phones have received the signals. It may be from the Temple of Holy Light. It may be that there are signal satellites outside the sky in this world. It may also be from Sherlock. Or maybe there really is something hidden in the crimson body.

In short, these sleeping little black boxes suddenly light up.

At the same time, Sherlock below the airship was suddenly startled!

Because of the connection in his mind, Sherlock's moment of confusion must have been felt by Crimson: "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Don't be stunned at this time!"

Crimson was so frightened that she quickly woke up the guy on her shoulder, fearing that he would think there was no hope of escape and would give up on himself and decide to lie down and die.

"I seem to feel it."

"How do you feel? Are you even talking half of what you're talking about now?" Crimson kicked away a demon that was coming towards him, then stepped on the head of another demon and jumped forward for more than ten meters, feeling annoyed. asked.

Sherlock didn't waste any more words. He stretched out his hand and waved it not far away!

A dark crack suddenly appeared in the demonic tide.

This kind of visual effect is not a spectacle in this world. It is just a crack in the void being torn open. All contractors can do this, regardless of whether they are strong or weak.

But since going 800 years later, Sherlock learned the truth that contractors can sense the devil in their own contract, and seeing the crack in the void again gave him a completely different sense.

If the contractor is connected to his own bloodline or biological markers 800 years later.

So what's going on with you?

Have your genes turned into a bunch of tentacles? And these tentacles can allow mutant creatures to have their own genes?

Although it sounds incredible, it seems that this is the only way to explain why he can summon so many demons at the same time.

So what exactly will I do in the next 800 years? In other words, what crazy things have my descendants done?

Oh, I'm not married yet, how can I have offspring.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Sherlock's mind, and then he heard a deep red roar beneath him!

"Damn it! Can you summon demons?"

Sherlock's mechanism for summoning demons is very weird. After coming to the front line, his ability to summon demons is almost gone.

But at this moment, because the signal from the black box in the sky was connected, he miraculously gained the ability to summon demons again.

So, at this moment.

The second void rift was torn open.

Then the third one! The tenth! Thirty!

In the end, a large number of void cracks accumulated together, and the black area became larger and larger, like a small gate to hell being slowly formed.

In the sky, the soldiers were all dumbfounded, because in their sight, this was clearly a sign that another demonic wave was about to appear.

The endless despair made these people dare not continue to watch. Originally, the hero who returned from hell struggled to break out of the siege among endless demons. He was already trying to survive in a desperate situation. This time, it was better. He appeared again. If there is a demonic tide, then no matter how you think about it, that person will not be able to survive.

Anyway, just like that, countless demons rushed out of the increasingly larger cracks in the void, and then poured overwhelmingly in the direction of Sherlock.

It was like a huge wave of death that would drown the poor guy in the next second.

However, the moment the demon wave approached Sherlock, the demons suddenly dispersed.

The huge wave avoided his body in an extremely subtle way. It was majestic but cautious, and continued to blast towards the rear close to his side, and then collided solidly with the endless demons behind him. Together.

It's flesh on flesh, with bones bearing the hard impact of bones.

It has been two years since Sherlock came out of the blood prison. During this time, his tentacles have occupied countless demon bodies in the hinterland of the empire.

It's just that he never had the chance to let these little guys show their faces.

At this moment, the endless black tide spurted out from the crack in the void. After holding it for so long, it was like a group of violent wild dogs that had been tied up for more than two years. They finally found a channel to vent their anger and rushed away with howls and screams. come out. The first wave of demons collided. The huge impact of the two sides directly lifted the group in front of them more than three meters high. A large number of demons were directly crushed by the partners in the rear. The bones and stubble penetrated into each other's bodies, and the flesh and blood were Falling from the sky, there was a rain of blood in front of the gate of hell that was enough to obscure the sight. Then, among the corpses, slender tentacles appeared, gathered into a piece, and penetrated into the brain of the demon closest to him. inside.

Even veterans who have been on the front line all their lives have never seen such a scene. They were all so scared that they clutched the support rod of the telescope and their legs trembled. Some people had strong psychological qualities and were not frightened. They obeyed. With the professionalism of a scout, he subconsciously wanted to report the scene in front of him, but he didn't know how to describe this scene. After holding it in for a long time, he only squeezed out a piece of grass! ’.

In the imperial palace of ancient Rome, Franklin wore thick glasses and paced back and forth in his study. The victory of the expedition for more than a year did not seem to make him feel more relaxed. His hairline was already in danger. It moved back quite a bit.

"Mr. Franklin, the battle reports from the front line are not very good. The number of demons around the Gate of Hell is extremely terrifying. The rescue team cannot arrive in time. No one can last that long."

A confidential secretary reported with some anxiety.

Franklin took a few deep breaths and said in a deep voice: "Now that the news has spread, there is no need to hide it! Play all the battle reports! Use the government's military radio station to broadcast it directly to all people in the empire in real time, contact Holy Journal, in two hours, I will see the latest edition of the newspaper, which will be full of information about this rescue."

Hearing this, the secretary in front of him turned pale. It is definitely impossible to hide this matter, but it is too dangerous to use the military radio to broadcast the live situation to the entire empire: "If. If the rescue fails, then How should it end?"

"Anyway, it can't end now!" Mr. Franklin, who has always maintained a moderate attitude towards politics, seemed to show a hint of madness to fight for his last stand at this moment: "Since that guy is back, then I will let all the people in the Empire see it. How he works miracles!

That guy is good at working miracles.”

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One hundred demons, one thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions.

The number is constantly increasing, and it has already exceeded the scale that a normal demon tide should have.

On this battlefield where there is no flames of war, no missiles, and only flesh and blood and bones can be used to fight, Sherlock's tentacles are like entering a huge hotbed specially created for himself.

The corpses sprouted more tentacles, and the tentacles occupied more demons. A speed bump made of flesh and blood spread out several kilometers wide.

Such an incredible picture can only be described in the simplest way, and it was transmitted to every radio through military radio.

What would a collision of a hundred thousand demons look like?

What a scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In the streets and alleys, everyone stopped. They looked at the radios in the windows, and the amplifiers above their heads were broadcasting the escape in the square. Some newsboys were even fired up by the extremely simple but impassioned voice. With a fire in my heart, I didn't sell the newspaper in my bag. I just opened one and read it loudly on the street, hoping that everyone passing by could hear it.

It was too bloody and dangerous. When did people start praying silently for the resurrected person with their hands, expecting that person to really return to the world alive?

"There is a large crack in the ice field 12 kilometers ahead!"

"If the target can cross the crack, it can escape at least 70% of the demon pursuit."

"The military airship is trying its best to find a landing point, but the mountain structure is too complicated!"

"He's still sprinting!"

"He fell, the ice collapsed! He was sliding down, and the magic wave was coming!!"

"he"

"He's swamped!"

The military's real-time broadcast affected everyone's hearts. At this moment, the entire empire seemed to fall into deathly silence.

No more sound came out, and people began to get nervous. Some people had closed their eyes, not daring to listen to the next broadcast. It was as if the whole world had suddenly fallen into a long, boring, and extremely torturous wait.

five seconds

ten seconds

Some old people who were sick in bed tried to sit up, and some covered their faces, feeling extremely hopeless in their hearts.

sudden!

"He rushed out!!!"

An excited shout resounded through the night sky!

The mountain stream blocked most of the demons' pursuit. Fortunately, a strong wind blew up.

The heavy snow blocked the sight, and the whole world instantly turned white. Between the flying snow curtains, the sunlight was refracted through countless ice edges, forming a dazzling colorful light. In just a few dozen minutes, the demons I lost my sense of direction.

When the heavy snow dispersed, countless demons stood confused in the rugged mountains, and the chased figure could no longer be found.

After 13 days.

Since the heavy snowfall, Sherlock's figure disappeared among the dense mountains.

The airship kept searching for his whereabouts, but it never found him. The huge ice edges between the mountains prevented the airship from descending at all. A mountain stream separated most of the demons, but after so many days, there were still tens of thousands of them. The demons of conspiracy rushed over. They crowded around the foot of the mountain, or climbed halfway up the mountain along the ice. They were so stubborn that they were unwilling to disperse, so they just lingered and wandered.

Finally, while a demon was tossing and turning blindly, it seemed that it suddenly felt the earth tremble.

It opened its mouth full of fangs, looked up and looked at the direction from which the vibration came, and then saw the end of the vast expanse of white, where a large and mighty army roared towards it.

Just like that, the sudden massacre began. Regardless of the amount of ammunition and rear supplies, those demons who had been confused for more than ten days quickly turned into puddles lying on the snow under the terrifying firepower. of corpses.

Countless soldiers immediately rushed into the mountains and conducted a blanket search.

After 13 days of disappearing, in such a cold environment, without food and without any equipment to maintain the temperature, even a strong contractor should not be able to sustain it.

But under the current situation, it is impossible for anyone to give up the search. People rush eagerly into the dangerous mountain gaps and climb up the icy cliffs with no place to stay. Everyone keeps repeating this in their hearts or mouths. shouted.

"Where are you?"

"hold onto!"

"We must live!"

Among a team of patrollers, a petite searcher seemed to be more anxious than the others. She took off her gloves because she was delayed in climbing, so that her fragile skin was directly in contact with the bone-breaking rocks. The cold-proof clothing was pierced by the ice, but she didn't care. She let the wind and snow wash her body, and her hands tore off a large piece of flesh on the ice, but it did not affect her movements at all, and she continued bloody. Climb.

Nightingale gritted her teeth and kept yelling in her heart, that bastard must not die, he must persist until I come. Even if you are alive, I can save you.

do not die!

Don't die!

As she thought about it, she was like a sentimental woman, subconsciously thinking about how much he had suffered in hell for so long, how much suffering he had suffered, whether he had lost weight, whether he had many good wounds on his body, whether he was very tired. pain.

As a result, she actually cried like this. The tears instantly turned into ice crystals in the low temperature, and were then carried away by the biting wind.

sudden.

"found it!!!"

A cry echoed through the mountains!

The entire search and rescue team shouted and rushed in the direction of the sound.

In a small cave, they finally found Sherlock who was sleeping.

His face was pale and his body was covered in blood. At the entrance of the cave, a huge scarlet demon was half-kneeling, covered in blood, but it blocked the cold wind that tried to flow into the cave entrance.

Nightingale ran very fast and fell a few times, but she got up without caring, pushed through the crowd and rushed to the entrance of the cave.

A member of the search and rescue team turned his head and looked at the woman who rushed in with extremely excited eyes.

"Still alive!"