Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Both Sherlock and Watson felt pressured by the solemn expressions of the wizards and their fear of talking about the demon.

Who would have thought that a corpse dismemberment case might shake the foundation of England, and if it was not handled carefully, it might even turn the entire fog into a deathbed.

It is understandable that this task was given to Sherlock.

Only Sherlock can find out the complete truth among such chaotic clues.

In order to organize his thoughts, Sherlock asked Dean Merlin of the Wizarding Academy for an independent house.

Close the doors and windows, and draw the curtains.

Sherlock took out a long tube of the kind of hookah, poured the drug used to stimulate the spirit and make people hallucinate into it, lit it and took a deep breath.

The intense stimulation made his mind sober like never before.

All kinds of thoughts flowed like tides, allowing him to capture and knead them.

Double-Headed Eagle Emblem, Mormonism, Cherubell, Revenge! !

Countless messy threads are intertwined, and the truth is hidden in this mess of twine.

Sherlock slumped down on the couch and breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole soul sublimated in an instant.

The stimulating properties of this magic herb are beyond imagination.

Sherlock lay down for a moment before opening his eyes again to look at his friend.

"Watson, help me to borrow some books from the high-level library of the college."

Sherlock, who was lying on the chair, had blurred eyes, but his tone of voice was unusually clear.

His control over his body is beyond imagination.

Even after absorbing the magic herb, he can restrain himself very well.

Watson did not refuse the friend's request.

He stood up, took out a pen and a diary, and wrote down what Sherlock wanted.

All are books such as some travel diaries and some important demon illustrations.

Sherlock spoke more than a dozen books in a row.

Watson recorded them all, and after confirming that they were correct, he turned and walked out of the room.

The high-level library of the Wizarding Academy houses the hard work of wizards of all ages.

Watson used the notes given by the mentors to successfully let the two tigons at the door go.

Those two guys faithfully fulfilled their task of guarding the library.

Those who want to force their way in will be scared out of their wits when they see their sharp claws and fangs, their noses that can shoot sparks, and their huge bodies that are as big as a small house.

Run away faster than when you came.

The air in the high-level library is not fresh, and the smell of rotting pages fills the library, mixed with the smell of rosin from burning candles.

Some pale-faced wizards sat in different corners of the library, burying their heads in the thick tomes, looking up the knowledge they needed.

Watson wisely chose not to disturb the wizards.

Instead, he immediately looked for the books Sherlock needed.

Wudu Wizard Academy is the world's leading magic academy.

Those who can leave classics in high-level libraries are all the best in the wizarding profession.

The works written by these talented wizards also have mysterious magic power, which makes all kinds of wonderful phenomena appear in high-level libraries.

Even dragging it into a different dimension.

Some weird existences that linger in the shadows always try to use various words to lure and coax the humans who enter the library.

Large-scale magical gathering places always attract those foul creatures.

Those nameless horrors were covered in misplaced organs and bubbles all over their bodies.

No definition of the real world can be applied to them.

When looking at those nameless horrors, all laws are subverted.

Up becomes down, left becomes right.

Obviously looking forward, but saw the back of his head.

Time, space, everything has become chaotic.

They have numerous tentacles, claws, eyes and a mouth full of fangs.

It's like a hybrid of nightmares, octopuses, bicycles and other unrelated things.

Occasional glimpses can be seen of huge shadows stretching all the way into the chaotic, disordered, mottled void.

Guanglu's bizarre dimensional scenes are displayed one after another in the eyes of every wizard who enters the library.

Once the mind is lost, it is very likely that the strange creatures of that dimension will enter the library as a passage.

It's not for nothing that high-level libraries are restricted to high-level wizards.

Not only is the knowledge in it obscure and difficult to understand, but it is also extremely dangerous.

If you are a little careless, it is not impossible to hang up after reading a book.

Watson sticks to his mind and keeps himself from paying attention to those weird things.

That's not something he should care about.

Mysterious symbols are engraved on the bookshelves.

Books are sealed to prevent them from escaping or causing trouble.

Some book covers are studded with rare gems and magical feathers.

Some are even bound with scaled dragon skins.

What's more, some books are bound by fist-sized chains, heavy, and there is a big lock.

To read a book, you have to unlock it.

Watson read the titles, looking for the books Sherlock needed.

There have been whispers in many books, many of them malicious.

One of the books was covered in blood and looked horrific.

When Watson walked in front of it, there was a strange sound in the book, like some kind of terrible scream.

This book once belonged to a legendary traveler who loved adventure, and he recorded the horrible things he encountered during his travels.

Finally the legendary traveler was found dead in a Mirkwood.

Under the rotting corpse was the book full of ominous information.

Knowledge and truth are not necessarily beautiful things.

It also signifies danger and poison.

Watson took a look at his borrowing list, and took it down bravely.

Suppressing books with other books before they even want to speak.

After taking the book that Sherlock asked for, Watson returned to the house.

Sherlock had already got rid of the influence of the drug at this time, and he was pacing with a solemn expression.

Watson knew that it was Sherlock who was thinking.

After the stimulation just now, the other party obviously found a clue.

Sherlock is such an amazing person.

When everyone can't find the key to the problem, he can always find the key to the problem with his own head.

Watson put the books on a table.

"I can guarantee that such an emblem has never appeared in this world. It is similar to the eagle emblem, but there is absolutely no such double-headed eagle emblem. Even wizards meditate and travel to other worlds, and they have never seen such an emblem. "

Sherlock said, sitting in front of the pile of books.

"Then why do you ask me to borrow books?" Watson asked puzzledly: "If this emblem does not exist in the history of our world, these books are useless."

Sherlock pulled out the malicious book.

"What I'm looking for are other records."

The book screamed sharply, flapped its pages, and bared its phantom-like teeth.

Sherlock slid a few times along the spine of the book, like petting a cat, to calm it down.

"Exclude all impossible results, and what remains must be the truth." Sherlock rummaged around, then pointed to a page of books and said: "The author of this book - the legendary traveler, Lockhart once When I was in a rainforest, I found a demon from another world."

"I have reason to suspect that Cherubelle is not a demon in this world, this guy should come from another world. And this?" Sherlock raised the parchment in his hand, pointed to the double-headed eagle emblem on it and said: "This should be Cherubel. It is the exclusive emblem of Rubell's deadly enemy, and when it sees this emblem, it will subconsciously run away and involuntarily feel fear."

"You mean that the owner of this emblem had severely injured the demon, so he was scared away when Master Merlin simulated this emblem." Watson followed Sherlock's thinking, "This can also be explained I don't know why the other party is afraid of such a powerless emblem, even if they have a great advantage, they don't dare to stay."

Sherlock nodded.

"Cherubel's power is very strong. I suspect that even the gods summoned by the Holy Cross sect at its peak will not be this guy's opponent. If you want to defeat the opponent, you can only use this emblem."

"How to use it?" Watson asked.

"Cherubel's ability to come to our world proves that the owner of this emblem can also come. We only need a simple summoning ceremony."

"What if the other party is also hostile to us?"

"We don't need to summon each other, we just need to let Cherubel know that we can summon the owner of this emblem, and it will be afraid of the mouse. It is afraid of the power represented by this emblem, and must be afraid of being exposed. With this, we can expel It, let it roll out of our world."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson nodded.

As expected of the strongest detective.

Just relying on a few clues at hand, so many things can be guessed.

"Then let's hurry up and tell Instructor Merlin."

Sherlock nodded.

The two packed up the room and went out, holding the books to prove their inferences.

Merlin was also a little shocked after hearing Sherlock's speculation.

He was able to use the existing information to deduce the origin of the demon and what the other party was afraid of, and he also came up with a solution.

This ability is too scary.

Deductive theory is simply more miraculous than magic.

If Sherlock's deduction is correct, a disaster that may make the Fog City a history has been resolved in this way.

"Then let's start trying quickly and see what we can summon with this thing."

Grandmaster Merlin said.

Several high-level wizards were quickly summoned.

They have been immersed in the field of summoning witchcraft for many years, and they are all top masters in this field.

The wizards quickly drew a magic circle, and Merlin began to recite those ancient syllables that existed before the universe was born.

Summoning spells vary.

Even if it is the same magic circle and the same sacrifice, different spells will have different effects.

This one attempt took two or three days.

The wizards tried those ancient spells one by one, using their wisdom to guess which syllable should be chanted in which way to be correct.

Dozens of failures in a row made Sherlock feel a little uneasy, wondering if there was a problem with his reasoning.

Just when everyone thought they might have failed.

The last chant was a success.

The power of the sea of ​​nothingness was pried, and the air became gloomy and cold.

The burning candles also became green, with a gloomy and terrifying halo.

The parchment depicting the double-headed eagle trembled, as if some powerful will was attracting it.

"There is a reaction." Sherlock shouted in surprise.

Master Merlin's eyeballs rolled upward.

His soul wandered in the sea of ​​nothingness, reading those weird and terrifying things.

There are piercing screams everywhere, and those terrifying monsters hybridized from nightmares are screaming in the sea of ​​nothingness.

Cherubelle's roar echoed in the ocean, with resentment and viciousness.

It vowed to rip the throat of every creature, only in this way can it wash away the shame of being scared away by the other party.

Countless fragments of madness slid through Master Merlin's mind.

The twisted sea of ​​nothingness and the madness it brings blows everything to pieces.

Master Merlin carefully protects and hides his soul. Avoid being attacked and devoured by those nameless terrorists.

He searched for the fragments, wanting to get the information he wanted.

In reality, the parchment depicting the double-headed eagle burned itself in full view.

Before they realized what happened, in the sea of ​​nothingness, Merlin saw a spot of light lit up in his eyes.

At the same time he felt himself being lit.

A will came over, full of majesty and questioning.

The other party was full of confusion and incomprehension.

The contact between the two sides did not last long and was soon broken.

At the last moment, Merlin saw a dark, humming coffin.

A naked, shriveled man lay in a coffin with the double-headed eagle emblem he had seen in Cherubelle's subconscious carved on his forehead.

The two are exactly the same, I can't see any difference.

The opponent's robe, as well as the coffin lying on it, have the double-headed eagle emblem.

Contact is severed.

Merlin's eyes were filled with blood and tears.

The body is also crumbling like a candle in the wind, and it looks like a gust of wind can blow it down. .

Traveling in the sea of ​​nothingness is not so easy, and it is extremely frightening to consume the mind.

"I saw it." Merlin said when he was helped to the chair: "Sherlock, you guessed it right. Behind that emblem represents a powerful force. I can't see through the storm in the sea of ​​nothingness, but I can feel their power."

Hearing this, Sherlock's original look of despair was swept away.

"Hahaha, my thinking is correct." Sherlock said happily: "Now it's time for us to talk to that damned demon. We have to tell him that we have mastered his weakness."

"A shining signal? Someone calling the Empire?"

When Vinsenhorn heard the return from the astropath, his eyes showed surprise.

The wandering astropaths saw the symbol of the double-headed eagle suddenly appear in the warp.

It exploded like bright fireworks.

It appeared for a short time, but it was enough for them to see clearly and record the corresponding coordinates.

After entering this universe, the traitorous demon lost its trace.

Vinsenhorn found only a few dead worlds.

All living beings have been completely devoured.

Even the echoes of the warp were gone.

Even the giant tortoise carrying the world on its back has become a giant corpse floating in the void.

The giant elephant on the back of the turtle is skinny, as if it has been dried.

Cherubel's breath lingers in the withered corpses and deserted city.

Obviously, the destruction of those worlds has a close relationship with Cherubel.

Vinsenhorn pondered for a moment before raising his head again and looking at the astropath.

"Lock the world with that coordinate, maybe we can find clues about Cherubel there."

The fleet adjusted its course.

The warp engine trembled, propelling the huge hull into the warp, sinking into the etheric ocean that exuded strange light.

Vinsenhorn slapped Maca who was bound by chains.

The demon who claims to possess ancient knowledge is now squatting at Vinsenhorn's feet docilely like a puppy.

Even if he was slapped on the head, he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

But don't think it is really docile, the eyes all over the disgusting head all reveal amazing resentment.

If it finds a chance to retaliate, the cruel methods of this demon are beyond human language.

"It can't run, Maca." Vinsenhorn said, "At that time, you will have the power to bite it for the first time. Grind your teeth and be ready. I think it's been a while since that damned traitor Very close."

Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie!

Weird laughter resounded throughout the Wizarding Academy.

A hapless wizard fell to his knees.

His flesh was crawling, reshaping his body.

A pair of black pointed horns grow from the forehead.

Cherubelle used him as a channel.

"You idiots are still trying to threaten me."

The wizard has completely lost the controller of his body, and a weird sound came out of his mouth.

"Do you really think I will be afraid? Even if the real owner of the double-headed eagle comes to me, I will not be afraid at all. You have miscalculated, idiots."

Cherubelle yelled frantically.

It was descending through the tunnel formed by the hapless wizard.

After being scared off the last time, it was full of resentment.

How dare a group of damned ants play tricks on the great demon prince like this.

This time, it will harvest the whole world.

Even the gods who live on the highest peaks in the world and in the dreams of these ants will become its possessions.

Everything will be swallowed up.

Ants, weep at the feet of the great Cherubel.

The wizards shouted in horror, trying to prevent a terrible monster from entering their world.

Yet those horrors that had been wandering in dreams and eerie reveries took this opportunity to come, too, wanting to revel in the madness of world destruction.

Weird whispers resounded through every corner of Wudu.

Scary giant eyes appeared one after another in the sky, thick tentacles like mountains stretched out from the sky, monsters waving rotten wings chased the sun and moon hanging in the sky.

The destruction that was prevented before is now being continued again.

Cherubel, who has been frightened once, will no longer be afraid of the double-headed eagle emblem created by these damned ants.

This time, it wants to harvest the whole world.

Just like it was done before.