Sherlock Holmes

No one is heading towards the gates of hell.

Even in order not to cause chaos among the demons in advance, the fortress gate leading to the Gate of Hell has not been opened in the past few months. As the final decisive battle between humans and demons, the expeditionary force does not allow any accidents to happen.

"Holy shit!!" The tower staff member was stunned for two seconds before he realized: "Which bastard, has the devil fucked your brain?!"

He said angrily. This voice also attracted the attention of other staff members. They all turned their heads and looked at the airship, and they were also stunned. Immediately afterwards, everyone immediately went to search for the communication channel of the airship in a panic.

"It's No. 322!"

A soldier closest to the communication station immediately pressed a button and the sound came through.

"This is the ground tower. This is the ground tower. Airship No. 322 will return immediately! Return immediately!"

The man spoke solemnly into the microphone.

But there was no response from the other side of the communicator.

"No. 322! Return immediately!" The man increased the intensity of his words and said angrily: "I'm telling you to return immediately. You are heading towards the Gate of Hell!"

“Squeak—squeak—”

After the words fell, there was finally a response from the other end of the communicator. After a harsh and sharp sound, a lazy voice sounded: "Oh, thank you. It seems that I am driving in the right direction."

"???"

There was a moment of silence. The people on the tower seemed not to realize the meaning of the other party's words at the first time. Until one person frowned and muttered tentatively: "Why is this voice so familiar?"

"Looks like Sherlock."

"ah?"

"That's the wanted criminal!"

This sentence made many people's hair stand on end. They opened their mouths wide and looked at each other, as if they realized that this voice was really similar to that person's voice.

"Pilot! Tell me your name!"

A soldier may have been a little confused. He asked into the phone without thinking about how he could respond to this question if it was really the person on the other side.

Can be followed immediately

"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

The other person on the other side of the phone really said that name that was enough to make the entire tower explode!

At this moment, it was as if a sonic bomb suddenly exploded in the not-so-large space. Everyone felt dizzy, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't hear sounds. Some even felt their legs go weak, and they were stunned. After sitting on the chair, he leaned back and fell to the ground with the chair.

"What a fool! What a fool!" The psychological quality of the civilian personnel of these armies is also very strong. Even the correspondents who have never held a gun force themselves to wake up at this moment and quickly pounce on a big red sign on the wall. The button was pressed fiercely.

The next second.

An extremely panicked announcement resounded throughout the military fortress.

"Attention everyone! Attention everyone! An airship is heading towards the Gate of Hell, and the driver is the wanted criminal [Sherlock Holmes]!"

This notice came a bit suddenly, and some soldiers who were training or holding guns at the target and pulling the trigger didn't hear it clearly. However, many people still raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

No airship was heading in the direction of the Gate of Hell, so there was no need to try hard to identify it. People directly saw the airship flying in the opposite direction, and a ridiculous feeling surged into everyone's heart.

No one could imagine why a wanted criminal who was being hunted in the hinterland of the empire would suddenly appear on the expedition route. They also didn’t understand why this guy showed up in this fortress, and they didn’t even understand why he was running towards the gate of hell. what happened?

Could it be that he is a humanoid spy sent by the devil?

Yes, if he wasn't from the devil's side, how could he come back alive from hell?

Whatever, no matter how ridiculous the idea is, it doesn't matter. The top priority now is to quickly bring down the airship. If he is really the messenger of hell lurking in the world, then he must not be let back!

Suddenly, these frontline expeditionary forces, which had been brewing for more than half a year, seemed to have found an outlet for their fighting spirit. Harsh sirens sounded in the fortress, echoing crazily among the huge heavy firepower weapons.

Almost all the soldiers of the expeditionary force entered the battle preparation. They got into the giant cannon and turned the machine gun muzzle above the armored fighting vehicle to the sky. Although some people stood there and hesitated. These people had followed. The people who had fought alongside Sherlock were confused and didn't know what to do with themselves. However, compared with the countless human warriors, their hesitation was nothing to mention.

In this way, in less than a minute, the tiny airship in the sky became the only target of countless weapons.

"I said, according to my judgment, the airship we are in will completely disintegrate within five seconds, and we will be blown up to the point where there will be no fingernails left." A deep red voice reminded on the airship.

"You don't sound nervous," Sherlock responded.

"Why should I be nervous? My body is buried in the Erbes Mountains. This demon is just a body of mine. If it explodes, I will replace it with another one at the worst."

"Then you can't kill all those people below for me?"

"It can't be done, I said, my original intention is to protect mankind."

This answer made Sherlock couldn't help but smile: "Haha, you are really strange. Then you haven't killed me now. Do you think that this series of my actions can be regarded as protecting human beings?"

"certainly."

Crimson's words made Sherlock frown slightly. He seemed to have captured something that he had always ignored. If the Holy Light would not make any concessions on the premise of protecting human beings, then why would he favor himself? , and even allowed himself to do something that could subvert social stability. By "human beings", did he refer to the people of the empire, the remaining humans after 800 years, or some broader sense that he had not yet come into contact with? of human beings?

These thoughts vaguely emerged in Sherlock's mind, but he had no time to think about it now, because there were already countless light spots shooting towards him from the ground.

These light spots exploded in the sky around the airship, forming balls of blazing fire. The bullets hit the walls of the airship's cabin. The huge airbag above the head seemed to have been shot out of countless holes. I don't know where. In one instant, the flammable gas in the depths will be detonated, causing the entire airship to be instantly engulfed in flames.

"Let's go."

Sherlock threw many thoughts behind his mind and opened the cockpit door. The terrifying strong wind rushed in instantly, making his clothes and hair rustle.

The next second, Sherlock stepped out of the cabin door and jumped down, followed closely by Crimson. One person and one ghost fell from the sky like two streamlined air-dropped bombs, falling towards the mountains below.

Those rugged mountains are so familiar. Back then, Sherlock climbed over the mountains with his bare hands, rushed into the demon group, rescued Miss Nightingale, and finally rushed into the gate of hell as a last resort.

After two years, he unexpectedly returned again, but this time, what he cared about was not the evil ghosts below, but the human expeditionary force on the side of the mountains and the countless huge forts built on the mountains.

"Do you still remember the feeling last time?" Crimson said. It can be seen that that vertical dive left an unforgettable memory in the heart of a demon.

"Come on, the feeling from last time is not available now. Didn't you see that all the turrets are already aimed at us?" Sherlock muttered helplessly.

Then there was a sound of "Boom!", and the impact of the fall hit a huge iceberg solidly. The short buffer allowed Sherlock to jump to Crimson's shoulders. The latter's legs were against the ten thousand years of frost, and he didn't know. After absorbing many terrifying shocks, he adjusted his body abruptly, and suddenly started running wildly again on the right-angle inclined plane with the acceleration of several hundred meters in the air.

"You focus on running, and I will avoid the attack!" Sherlock opened his eyes, ignoring the gravel and ice that flashed across his eyes like bullets. The shells in the distance had already arrived as expected. At this moment, the spirit of one person and one ghost was Incomparably perfect combination, the bright fire, the loud noise in the distance, the flying trajectory, every foothold on the cliff, every acceleration, every dodge, thousands of pieces of information gathered in Sherlock's mind. In his mind, it was transmitted to Crimson's almost perfect demon body.

No one can forget that day. Under the daylight that lasted for more than two months, the scarlet figure falling from the sky completed a shocking humanoid sprint.

Under the violent roar and the pouring of countless ammunition, the entire valley vibrated. Those shells broke the ice and bombarded the mountain, causing terrifying vibrations at the top. The shells that had been condensed for millions of years The ice and snow began to break and collapse, and then triggered a huge avalanche and flash flood from the top of the mountain. The white snow curtain came crashing down, and the rising white color almost reached the sky!

And that tiny red figure is like a bird flying on the tip of a vertical tsunami, piercing through all obstacles, running wildly, without scruples, and even suicidally!

A moment later, they would be shattered into pieces and never recover. The huge roar echoed countless times in the valley, and when it reached people's ears, it was like a never-ending war drum, directly beating in the deepest part of people's souls, causing their hearts to tremble. The beatings all resonated.

However, under such a thrilling scene, the soldiers of the expeditionary force still did not slow down the bombing of the target. The snow and the fire almost completely separated the two worlds with the red bird as the baseline!

Under the wrath of nature and the deadly sniping attacks of human technology, that figure was exceptionally silent and focused, with a killing knife and a desperate flying sword, and rushed forward persistently, never stopping again along the way. Without the usual sensitive and light visual experience of Crimson, he just moved forward in a straight line. His heavy steps crushed all the ice along the way. The hot bullets and fire evaporated the snow curtain, turning into flying snow and rain, which slapped on the body and was beaten again. The high temperature evaporates into strong steam.

Flame, ice, snow, rain, white smoke, ice, fire, silence, roar, all kinds of elements that should not appear together are so rigidly meshed together, the acceleration of gravity has reached an incredible level at this moment, the distance is The soldiers a few kilometers away could no longer keep up with the shadow.

In the last war fortress of the expeditionary force, all the soldiers raised their heads, looking at the mountains that they had been overlooking for months, looking at the cliff that was cut like a knife. Looking at this scene made people's minds buzz. , a heart-stirring and magnificent scene, for a moment, they even thought, if this shadow came straight towards them, carrying a sky-wide avalanche across the entire war fortress, then whether they could stop him. Is it really like in the fairy tales of the past, where the God of War and the White Horse killed thousands of people in and out of the army, cutting off countless heads and piercing countless corpses, but it still felt like they were in a deserted land.

Fortunately, this moment did not happen. The shadow rushed straight down the cliff and towards the gate of hell. After climbing up countless times, the speed had reached the limit of human visual capture. It seemed that if he continued to charge wildly, he would fall into the tens of thousands of years of ice at the bottom of the cliff and be shattered to pieces, or be pierced by those sharp thorns.

What no one expected was that at this moment, the scarlet shadow suddenly jumped up on the vertical cliff, flying at an incredibly terrifying speed like a flamingo.