Sherlock Holmes

In an airship, a huge streamlined body curled up.

More than two years ago, because the Holy Light was unable to establish a connection with Sherlock on the other side of the Redeker Strait, it directly planted a trace of self-awareness in this demon's body, turning it into a walking Holy Light receiver.

But unfortunately, this Holy Light Receiver is a physical structure after all, and cannot emit a large number of signal sources within a certain range like those mobile phones. Otherwise, as long as Crimson is located, it will be covered by the Holy Light. .

It doesn't matter, as long as there is deep red, that's enough.

Since Sherlock hid, no one knew where he was, but Crimson knew, because as long as he found the area that suddenly lost the holy light in the entire empire, Sherlock would definitely be there.

As a demon, Crimson certainly cannot speak, but it has its own thinking. As long as it reaches out its hand and points in a certain direction, people will naturally understand what it means.

The airship slowly rose and moved in a fixed direction, crossing cities, mountains, fields, and rivers. Ms. Irene had her own aviation route, and she also had her own stops for takeoff and landing. Well, she actually It has more than one airship manufacturing factory of its own.

Anyway, just like that, the airship gradually sailed towards the wasteland, pushed away the clouds, and saw the smoke and war below. Then the figure jumped down, like a depth charge rushing to the ground.

Crimson is in government custody, so we'll help you get it out.

The body is dissected and studied, then we cure it.

The holy light is blocked and cannot summon demons, so we will transport it directly.

As a result, the huge shadow fell from the sky, shaking the sky with wind and sand, and instantly enveloped Sherlock's body. The hard demon body and exoskeleton blocked the shots from all directions.

"Tch...what did you do earlier?" At this moment of dying, Sherlock was not grateful for Crimson's arrival, and even felt some playful resentment.

Then he closed his eyes.

The next second, without the slightest hesitation, the red and white figure picked up the tiny human being covered in blood and rushed towards a mountain col on the edge of the wilderness.

Just when it fell from the sky, Crimson had already had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield and the surrounding environment, so it knew where to escape and where the responsible sniper point in the distance was. Those tanks, gunfire, The missile, at Crimson's full speed, instantly became less deadly.

After Major General Ulysses, who was at the edge of the battlefield, witnessed the scene of an extraterrestrial rescue, he frowned deeply and immediately raised his gun to take aim at the demon.

But knowing the location of the sniper point, how could Crimson give the opponent another chance.

But, but!

At the moment when Crimson began to break through at an incredible speed, a dull roar suddenly erupted from the war circle made of steel not far away, and then the ground under his feet began to tremble more violently, shaking the tanks. The tracks creaked.

"boom!"

A chariot was overturned from the rear, and then, a huge contracted demon whose figure could not be concealed by the thick smoke rushed out of the fire, like a galloping hill crashing down towards Crimson. !

The body was so huge that the firelight behind was blocked, leaving only a palpitating shadow under the moon. The gunshots in the distance stopped, the roar of artillery fire also dissipated, and the blocking team stopped. Fire coverage, because under such a huge body, the firepower can no longer hit the target accurately.

No one knew whether there was any emotion like fear in Crimson's mind. Its expression looked so solemn, and it kept running at high speed in silence without slowing down.

So, in the night when the roaring suddenly stopped, the Baskerville hound rushed towards its prey crazily. The two most powerful demons in the empire finally collided forcefully between the flying sand and rocks. The momentum was How terrifying, the vast wilderness suddenly seemed a little smaller. Countless gravel suddenly exploded on the road of running and pursuit, like the continuous sound of terrifying gunshots, flying on the surface of the chariot farther and farther away, hitting it. On some scattered tree trunks, the withered lives were cut into shocking remains.

In this world, probably only the battle between these two creatures can create such an incredible scene. The earth became brutal under the heavy trampling, and the cracked earth howled and flew up to kill the smart creature. Erratic, but equally powerful and heavy red shadow.

The mountain col in the distance seemed very far away, but it was approaching rapidly with the rising wind and sand. A blazing hot wind blew past the crimson cheeks, and then smashed into the huge body behind him. Every kick was choppy. Large cracks formed on the ground, like thunder exploding from the surface.

On a snowy night many years ago, these two demons had an amazing battle. As for the result, Crimson stood up and left. Baskerville was not a person who held grudges. In fact, in his heart, Sherlock was his only There are only a few people who recognize his strength.

He never thought that this guy would suddenly become an enemy of the empire.

Even in his mind, he doubted whether there was some misunderstanding or conspiracy.

But this is not the point for him. As a bloodthirsty person who will suffer disaster even for his companions when he kills on the battlefield, he has been surrounded by life and death since he was a child. He has not received any humane education, but has continued to An alternative existence who honed his killing skills, Baskerville may be the second person in the world who can disregard life to such an extent.

[Although it is a pity that you have become an enemy, you are going to die eventually, and the person who kills you should preferably be me. 】

This is the true psychological portrayal of this officer at this time, which may not be understood by normal people, but for Baskerville, this is his great recognition of a strong man.

Therefore, he enjoyed the pursuit at this moment extremely. The strong wind made his scalp numb. He could clearly smell the smell of the man's blood. This smell of blood made him more eager to fight. He was as nervous as He cracked a mouth of sharp teeth and took off the glasses that affected his vision. Suddenly, the power in his body suddenly exploded and he sped forward again.

At crazy speeds, two bodies of very different sizes collided together, followed by a deafening roar. It was hard to imagine that the collision between bodies could produce a roar of continuous explosions, but this time the battle between the two demons was... The last time was completely different. After a few moments of physical contact, Crimson suddenly retreated and began to speed away again.

The most powerful contracted demon in the world, when it spends all its thoughts on escaping, it is really difficult for anyone to leave it behind.

In this way, Crimson tore through the steel battle line of the encirclement and suppression, jumped onto the undulating edge of the distant mountain col, and then ran wildly along another higher mountain. Such a speed could no longer be kept up by normal war vehicles. Yes.

Since the Hound of the Baskervilles is covered in thick armored scales, climbing a mountain is a good escape route.

But where else can we escape?

A mountain always has a top. Once you reach the top, you will always come down. What next? Climb another mountain? Or run wildly through the next piece of wasteland.

A few minutes later, the huge body jumped up to the highest point of the mountain along the rugged rocks.

The hound of the Baskervilles followed behind, dragging its heavy body, but at the end of the mountain, there was a cliff.

By then, the sky was filled with white and red morning light. Looking around, the horizon and the mountains looked so majestic, and the faint white edges that escaped actually made those sharp peaks look gentler.

There seemed to be no escape.

The next second, Crimson jumped with all his strength.

Then, under the gaze of Baskerville, who had just climbed to the top, a scene appeared that seemed to have appeared in many novels, newspapers, and even the passionate dreams of countless teenagers.

At the bottom of the cliff, an airship slowly rose. Crimson just grabbed the chain at the junction of the huge air bag in the cabin below, hung it in mid-air, and followed the airship to climb rapidly until it disappeared above the clouds.