Sherlock Holmes

Theoretically speaking, contractors are specific groups of people who have some connection with future things because of the overlap of time and space.

This one is no big deal.

However, after creatures pass through the cracks in time and space, they will mutate. The corridor that has accommodated more than 800 years is like a reverse birth, turning countless lives into incomprehensible monsters.

As a result, contractors will inevitably tend to these monsters.

Maybe this is the so-called retrospective power of time. After all, the lives related to you in the future have mutated into that way, and you can't be too normal now.

Of course, the empire's research on contractors and demons has not yet reached this level. They have only discovered that the physical strength of contractors is constantly approaching the direction of demons, that's all.

A third-level Great Contractor has the strength to break through steel. The tightness of the muscles can block most bullets. The explosive power, endurance, and instantaneous reflexes of the limbs are more than ten times or even hundreds of times that of ordinary people. .

As for Shylock, due to various reasons, he had already gone beyond the scope of a normal contractor. Facing the demons and armies that were rushing toward him like hungry wolves in early spring...

He twisted his shoulders, which had just become slightly stiff with pleasure.

This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of overwhelming siege.

On the other side of the gate of hell, he was also targeted by the army.

But at that time, he had been hiding in the city. The military did not dare to bombard the last city of mankind just to arrest an intruder from another world. They could only use weapons that were not too lethal. On the outskirts of the city, although Sherlock was being pursued by the military of another world, he had Crimson at that time, so there was always the possibility of escaping.

But at this moment, he had no external power, the power of the Holy Light was cut off, and the demon could not be summoned.

He is truly alone.

So, can he survive?

He doesn't know either.

Sherlock would not imagine that he could continue to live unharmed after turning the entire empire into a pot of mud, but he could not stand here without fighting spirit and wait for death.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit at this moment was so high that every puff he took was so smooth and fierce, as if he was trying to pour this searing pain into every inch of his lungs. Then after the last cigarette burned out, his body gradually leaned forward. At the moment when a certain emotion reached its peak, he couldn't wait any longer, so he ran in the opposite direction towards the powerful bombing team. Above the wilderness, on one side was the flying sand and rocks that could no longer see the full moon, and on the other side was a line of smoke and dust that shot straight into the sky.

After a few seconds, the wind and sand finally collided together.

In the wind and sand, there is an erratic ghostly figure that is almost impossible to capture, and the terrifying speed and flexibility are supported by incredible power. Traveling at high speed, every turn requires more effort than ordinary people. To complete it with the huge power of understanding, the seemingly thin body continued to withstand shocks and impacts from the physical level in a seemingly very short period of time.

A storm gradually formed in the sand and dust. A demon fell, a bomb exploded, smoke rose, and then large pieces of debris flew. Heavy and hard collision sounds came one after another, reverberating in the wilderness like war drums. .

The battle between a large demon and an army is tragic, but at least it can be regarded as a battle, but the battle between a thin person and an army is so absurd. This is not a problem of combat power, but of size. problems, the problem of force-bearing area, and the problem of the basic amount of combat members of both sides.

Everything seemed so weird anyway.

A hand bone removed from an unknown demon was inserted into the cockpit of a tank, and the ammunition loaded inside the tank was smashed into the group of demons, causing a violent roar.

That shadow perfectly avoided every precise strike of the encirclement and suppression team, and used the opponent's contracted demons to dodge or block the missiles coming from above. After surviving on the other side of the gate of hell for more than a year, he always had thoughts in his mind. In countless simulations, how can a person survive the pursuit of a large number of enemies, rush out, and even fight back.

But at the time, he never imagined that these thoughts would one day be applied to the land he was familiar with and grew up in.

Therefore, there is nothing worth remembering.

The shadow became more and more crazy, and even suddenly turned itself into a bullet, smashed into the devil's eye socket, rushed into its skull, and then smashed the back of its head, and it came out covered in blood and brains. Then it turned into an even more dangerous and uncaptured gale, appearing again and again in some incredible location, killing a demon in an unimaginable way, or overturning a chariot and smashing the head of a contractor. , under the night, in the valley, in the gunpowder smoke, it turned into a life-threatening ghost, an invisible killing blade...

However, as mentioned just now, a battle between one person and an army is basically a ridiculous farce. The people who come to encircle and suppress Shylock this time are naturally the most elite battle groups on the front line. The soldiers who had been fighting demons for more than ten years in the ice and snow were of course already prepared to sacrifice their lives for the empire.

Although for them, not dying in the hands of the devil was something they had never thought of, but the heinous human traitor seemed to be a more terrifying existence. The veterans were not afraid of death. They firmly believed that there was someone behind them. The hope for a better future for mankind must not be destroyed, so these people completely ignored the massacre of the demon and continued to press against him cold-bloodedly, forming a cold and hard wall that did not shrink.

Therefore, this battle is fundamentally about an ethnic group's annihilation of evil spirits. It is a life-and-death battle, the most basic and bloody racial battle without any other possibility.

The evil demon persisted in attacking again and again, but it didn't matter. The imperial warrior was willing to exchange his life for the evil demon's fatigue, and was willing to cover the evil demon's body with his own flesh and blood. The sticky plasma would block his actions and consume him. His spirit.

In fact, for war, it's just a few hundred people dying, which is nothing at all.

Weapons, there are plenty of them.

Ammunition, plenty of it.

There are many soldiers who are willing to die for a better future for mankind.

The only target is yourself.

From the time he finished smoking the cigarette until now, Sherlock had been holding on for ten minutes, and he had been killing for ten minutes. He actually didn't know how long he could hold on. The huge encirclement and suppression circle stretched for more than ten kilometers. There is no end in sight, let alone a breakout.

The intensive attacks continued to consume his physical strength, and did not give him even a moment's rest. His ears were full of life-threatening whistling sounds. He once again keenly predicted the time for the next wave of fire. In an instant, Withdrawing more than ten meters, avoiding a series of bombings, he pulled a passing contractor out of the tank and ripped out his cervical spine.

The moment it landed, a demon followed closely behind, rushing over fearlessly, its huge fangs piercing Sherlock's chest. A contractor suddenly jumped up from the smoke behind him, holding a weapon in his hand. The gun went straight to the back of Sherlock's head.

This kind of death-by-death situation happens almost every moment on the battlefield.

The moonlight cannot penetrate the sand and dust, but the imperial soldiers who are waiting in the distance to attack again seem to be able to see the tragic scene in the smoke. They are all from the coalition forces on the Great Expedition two years ago. , they all heard the name of the target in that cold world, and at this moment, their moods were so complicated.

They knew that the man must have suffered a lot of blows, and he must be scarred at the moment, but they didn't know when he would fall.

At this moment, at the top of the valley on the edge of the vast field, Major General Ulysses looked at the time and felt that it was almost time, so he slowly squatted down and positioned his lame leg, as if in slow motion. Generally, he raised the sniper rifle beside him.

This is a spear designed specifically to deal with demons. In fact, theoretically speaking, its development never considered that one day it would target a human being.

In this world, perhaps Sherlock is the only one who has withstood the kind of bullet that costs an astonishing amount and can completely knock a third-level demon to the ground with one shot.

Major General Ulysses closed one eye and put his dimmed eyeball close to the eyepiece. During the long battle, his vision seemed to have completely given up its role in normal life communication, and instead completely tried to use the eyepiece of this gun. among.

The extremely skillful posture, the extremely sparse and ordinary aiming movements, and the whole process are so smooth that even people who have never seen a gun shooting scene will be sure that the next second he will pull the trigger and a bullet will hit the target. .

But this time, Major General Ulysses hesitated rarely in his life.

As a soldier, of course he must follow military orders, and of course he must kill the evil spirits who try to subvert the stability of the empire without hesitation.

But for some reason, at this moment, he thought of the various interactions between himself and Sherlock, the man who stepped into the snowfield alone to save the imperial soldiers, and the search for Nightingale who went straight to the gate of hell. During my trip, I thought of the mutual sympathy when I learned that he had died, and I thought of him returning to the world from the gate of hell again. I listened to the battle report from the front line and smiled knowingly in the small barracks where there was no one.

At this moment, he was aiming at the opponent. This scene gave this veteran who had been fighting on the battlefield all his life a sense of separation that could not be ignored.

For a moment, for the first time in his life, he felt that he was old after all and could no longer understand the world. Should he apply for discharge from the army?

The next moment, his fingers pressed back steadily.

"boom!"

The heavy recoil force in my hands was transmitted to my shoulders, and the sound of the extremely complicated mechanical structure was instantly mixed with the sound of the gunshot. Special bullets worth several armored tanks were instantly shot from the barrel that was more than one meter long. It spun at high speed and avoided all the fire, explosions, smoke, scorching air, the devil's shoulders, and the edge of the chariot. It drew a straight and amazing line on the battlefield without touching any foreign objects, and hit directly. The afterimage is almost invisible to the naked eye.