Baker Street and the neighboring blocks were destined to be a sleepless night tonight, with all sorts of shouting and shouting, gunshots, and the shaking of something heavy and heavy on the ground...... There was so much movement mixed together.

I don't know how many people hide in their beds and shiver in fear, and I don't know how many people suppress their fear and look out of the window cautiously.

The commotion continued for hours, and even the troops were brought in, and groups of soldiers in red uniforms and armed with spears ran scurryly past the windows of houses.

In the middle of the night, when it was supposed to be a time to rest, but suddenly received an order to go out, isn't it a tossing thing? If you can be in a good mood like this, you really have a ghost.

But when they rushed to the scene and really understood what they were fighting against, they didn't just scold...... I don't know how many people were directly like earth on the spot, stunned, and were so frightened that they trembled and almost wanted to go first.

It is the end of the 19th century, the Victorian era, and it is a special historical period in which the advanced and the backward coexist. If this continues, the 20th century will lead to a new generation with a very different worldview than the previous generation.

They will feel that the 20th century was the greatest century of mankind, that there were countless scientists and inventors, and that the unprecedented development of science and technology made mankind think that it was omnipotent, more arrogant and even self-deifying than people of any other era.

It's like a reproduction of the myth and legend of the Tower of Babel, where humans arrogantly think that their technology can build the Tower of Babel, reach up to the sky, talk to the gods, and even be equal to the gods.

But it's not right now, it's still the end of the 19th century, modern science has just entered people's field of vision, but there are still a lot of common sense problems that have not been solved, although many people believe that the dark age has passed, the brightest era of mankind has arrived, but most people are still a little ignorant.

Reality and imagination are interdependent, and while people are amazed by the invention of the internal combustion engine, and marveled at the spread of electricity, they are still skeptical and fascinated by the elements of witchcraft, the devil, the vicious rituals, and the pagan traditions.

At this moment, even these well-informed soldiers have changed from half-belief to deep conviction, believing that those huge golems are demons or devilish creations!

It's horrible! It's really horrible,!

Sure enough, those things in the darkness exist, and they have not disappeared for millions of years, even if humans invented gas lamps, popularized electricity, and expanded the realm of the civilized world more and more!

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"Shoot! Shoot! ”

"Aim some! You fools, don't waste bullets, and don't hit your own people! ”

"Don't get so close! Don't get so close, keep the distance, keep the distance! ”

Hoarse shouts rang out incessantly, and the deafening sound of muskets surrounded the three tall, silent golems, with whom soldiers and policemen were wrestling a magical drama.

Compared to the shouts and roars of humans, the golems are silent, making no sound other than the heavy footsteps and the movement caused by the heavy attack, and they themselves are not endowed with the ability to communicate through language.

But their danger is undoubted, and from time to time there are extremely tragic screams that sound abruptly, and then abruptly stop. This often means that for some reason, a person is too close to enter the danger circle, and then is directly hammered by a terrifying blow.

That's right, directly hammered up, literally that kind of situation.

And such a situation often makes the already dense gunfire suddenly stop for a moment, as if the person who fired the gun involuntarily suffocated.

Then, as if to compensate, the gunfire became more intense and dense.

Without the firepower of heavy weapons, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to defeat a Golem head-on, let alone three.

In fact, the clay golem is only a relatively low-level elemental creation, because the composition is mostly earth, mixed with a small amount of rocks and the like, and the more advanced ones are pure stone golems, steel golems and other classifications......

- Not just rocks and steel, but all inanimate matter can actually use that spell to give false life and action. There are even some practitioners who have reached the pinnacle of magical attainment, and it is said that they can turn flames, thunder, and lightning into golems.

It's just that the physical properties of the matter will also have an impact on the casting of spells, affect the success rate, affect the consumption of mana, and so on.

To put it simply, just like kneading a puppet with a substance of different natures, clay can be simply kneaded by hand, and a solid material like rock needs to be chopped and carved with tools to form, as for large pieces of steel...... Naturally, more professional processing equipment is needed.

As for constraining the form of flames and lightning, science fiction equipment such as strong magnetic field generators is needed.

It can be said that even though it is the same spell, it needs to show different strength when dealing with different materials as the target of casting.

It's not that Mr. Smith can't make a Steel Golem, it's just that it requires a lot of preparation, from materials to time, and it's definitely not as easy as making a Clay Golem.

And it's a bit difficult for the Steel Golem to make one, but the Clay Golem can summon many of them in one go.

The reason why only three clay golems were made was not because of other reasons, but because he rationally calculated and concluded that three clay golems were more than enough to block the people behind.

And that's just an order to stop them, and if they were allowed to unleash their hands and feet to wreak havoc, the entire Baker Street would be demolished in ten minutes, and the next few nearby blocks would be torn over a layer of land.

Because it has no weakness in the conventional sense, it does not shed blood, does not suffer, does not feel fear or pity, and is so powerful that it can patiently carry out the Creator's commands, and does not need food or water.

Therefore, once it is in motion, it will never stop until it completes the instructions given by the creator or it is destroyed and loses the function of the golem.

The most damn thing is that one of their fists weighs more than a hundred pounds in itself, and when a punch hits, even a piece of granite will be directly shattered, and no one can resist such a heavy blow, and it is impossible to parry.

If it weren't for their weight and size, which inevitably limited their dexterity and agility, the police would probably not have been able to hold on to the arrival of support.

Fortunately, although it is impossible for the bullets to hit the soul and kill them directly with a headshot, every gunshot, every bullet will cause an obvious pit to appear in the epidermal layer of the clay golem...... The attacks have been so much that the appearance of the three clay golems has become a little fragmented.

There was a golem whose arm was directly broken by the roots and fell to the ground, and it did not mean to refuse, let alone grow a new arm out of thin air, but only continued to move with one arm, faithfully carrying out the instructions of the creator.

It's just that the huge size and heavy weight are a weakness that cannot be ignored in itself, and the lack of an arm has also affected its balance to a certain extent...... However, this also makes people feel that they have seen the dawn of victory, and they also have the hope of gritting their teeth and persevering.

Until the artillery regiment arrived at the scene, and the first golem fell to the ground, motionless, they even had the urge to cheer and cry.

However, when all three golems fell and could not function, there was immediately a tsunami of cheers on Baker Street, where half of the street had been destroyed!

But it didn't last long, and soon, everyone collapsed to the ground with all their strength in their breath, gasping for breath, and they didn't even have the strength to talk to their companions, and this battle was like a nightmare like a tough battle.

Although it took place on the streets of the capital, it was very difficult to fight, and they had to do their best to deal with the three monsters who were not afraid of death, tiredness, or pain, and they had to control the battlefield and prevent the area from spreading out to cause more damage - although in the end they still fired.

Otherwise, maybe by the time the sun rises, they may not be able to grind all three of these monsters to death with the weak attack power of the smoothbore gun.

The injured were sent to the hospital, and those who had no need to be rescued had to wait until the scene was cleaned up later, because they were so miserable that it was impossible to remain intact in human form.

Many of the policemen and soldiers retched because of this, their faces turned green, they felt that their limbs were weak, their hands and feet were weak, and there were still bouts of fear.

I didn't have time to think too much about it during the battle, and I didn't even have a chance to catch my breath, so I could only send people to dismiss the residents of this street, and at the same time seize the opportunity to fight these earth giants, and my nerves were highly tense and concentrated......

Now they suddenly reacted after the fact, and they felt a little scared. Because if they hadn't avoided it at the time, they would have been hit by these monsters with a fist, or struck by a lamp pole, and now they would have fallen to the ground and turned into a puddle.

Many things are like this, I didn't have time to think carefully at the moment of the incident, but in retrospect, I felt a burst of fear.

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I don't know how many people are at the intersection of Baker Street, looking at the messy street inside from a distance.

They were all very emotional, and there were even reporters who wanted to find out the truth, and gentlemen who lived on Baker Street but suffered an unjustified disaster and demanded an explanation from the police.

- There are also many nearby residents who have heard the movement and are all out in unison.

In the middle of the night, Inspector Lestrade was leading several police officers to maintain order and block the entrance, but it was difficult to suppress the surging emotions of the crowd.

"Sherlock Holmes, what the hell do you think is going on?" The detective asked the person next to him in embarrassment and weakness.

Although he had accepted the facts, which were technically hours ago, it didn't mean that he could accept it calmly.

How could it be possible to accept such a ridiculous thing, that damn wizard! Isn't that true...... Be merciful, O God!

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Dr. Watson was trembling slightly, and his mouth was stammering, and he still hadn't recovered from the shock and shock he had had received.

Holmes, on the other hand, seemed calm, except for the focused eyes that characterize him when he was extremely interested in something.