Once again, the last mutant potion was concocted on the alchemy table, and Mr. Smith put away the instruments and tools and various materials with a cold face, then cleaned up the alchemy table, and then put the potion into his medicine box.

He walked out of the lab, then went downstairs and looked at the time, and saw that there was only half an hour left until the early morning, so he pushed open the door and walked out.

The streets of Baker Street are also relatively well-lit in the middle of the night, with gas lamps shining at intervals, and because there are also facilities at the station station, there are also police patrols and guards, which is a relatively safe street, especially in London at the moment.

Many people who have to go home or go out late at night for various reasons would rather take a long detour than pass through such streets as much as possible, and the exhausted Scotland Yard also feels that this seems to be the only reliable way.

After all, their police force is quite limited, so they can only arrange police patrols day and night on a limited number of streets to protect the personal and property safety of the gentry class.

There is no light, no pedestrians, and the road is located in the middle of nowhere, and there is no monitoring, which is often a high-risk area where all kinds of criminals are unscrupulous.

Mr. Smith didn't care, and turned and walked towards the end of the street, where was the entrance to the Baker Street Underground Station. The London Underground is the oldest underground railway in the world, construction began in 1856 and officially opened on 10 January 1863.

It's been more than 30 years old, and he thinks it's one of the greatest inventions of the century, and he likes to use the subway for easy transportation when he needs to get around.

Unlike other people who were nervous about going out late at night, Mr. Smith strode forward with the medicine box in his hand, his eyes not squinting and his face expressionless.

In the past few months, his whole person has changed, especially in terms of emotion, as if he is a person who can't cry or laugh, and can treat him calmly and rationally no matter what emergencies he faces.

- Even if it can withstand the toxicity of alchemy potions, the use of clarity potions in succession will still cause irreversible damage and effects on the spirit.

One of the characteristics of most alchemy potions is that they are effective but the side effects are also very serious, and the effect of clarity potions is to eliminate mental fatigue, so that people do not need to sleep during the effect of the medicine, and the side effect is that it will suppress emotions.

In a sense, side effects are actually one of the most important drug effects. Because during the taking period, the user's emotional fluctuations will be suppressed, become calmer, more rational, more focused, and the self-restraint ability will be greatly enhanced, which is equivalent to improving the learning ability in disguise.

Thanks to its existence, Mr. Smith was able to continue his penance for several months, without wasting even a minute of his time.

If you don't take it for more than a month, you may be completely deprived of your emotions, so you must stop taking it every other month, and concoct an antidote to neutralize and eliminate the accumulated toxicity, then Mr. Smith probably won't give the demonic personality a chance to resist.

However, at present, he has a great advantage, as long as he continues to maintain this, then he can maintain the stable suppression of the demonic personality.

Efforts will always pay off, he has integrated his own magic attainments, the demonic power contained in his bloodline, and is now equivalent to an ordinary demon who has just reached the third rank.

The third-level great magician is a very powerful existence, or it should be said that the third level of all perfect mystical systems is a very powerful existence, especially the top people at this level can be called a strategic-level legend, because they are demigods even further.

Perhaps some amazing geniuses can naturally step into this level at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but more people have to be persevering for decades and the accumulation of great perseverance and perseverance to achieve success.

Because compared to the third rank, the first two ranks are basically just tempering their own strength, expanding their volume, and allowing themselves to hold more energy. The third level, on the other hand, is completely different, opening up the source of one's own power by completing the awakening and sublimation of one's own spirituality.

Moreover, Mr. Smith's own bloodline ability has also been awakened, and he has been promoted from a half-demon to a demon, which is equivalent to embarking on the royal path of demonic and martial arts dual cultivation...... Before he knew it, he had reached a height that seemed unimaginable to himself just a few months ago.

However, this is also normal, compared to the experimental subjects before the "Great Being", most of them are positioned as "super soldiers", but the subhuman project of the demon is cultivated as a "hero unit".

Even the template is directly based on a group of macho men who cut the sky and the air, and it is expected to be high.

Since there are such sufficient conditions and enough golden fingers, and Mr. Smith who was selected has found out, and he himself is doing his best to work hard, it is natural that he will show such amazing growth.

"Huh?"

As he approached the Baker Street station, Mr. Smith suddenly raised his eyes, then stopped.

He silently looked at the policemen in front of him who were patrolling in front of the station, and keenly noticed that although the other side wanted to show the normal patrol work as much as possible, they still exposed their true intentions because their acting skills were not up to standard.

When he just walked over on the other side, Mr. Smith just thought that the police were doing their normal job, after all, Baker Street Station was more or less an important transportation hub, not the kind of ghetto that could be ignored, and it was normal for Scotland Yard to send police forces to focus on it.

But now it seems that this is clearly preparing to block him, sure enough...... I was still exposed.

Mr. Smith's face was impassive, as if he was not worried about it at all, he had already been mentally prepared-

When the demonic personality resisted before, he ran out to commit the crime again, and left deliberate clues, he knew what tricks the madman wanted to play.

However, he remembered that he had made special measures to make up for it, and disposed of all those traces and clues, with the anti-reconnaissance awareness and ability of the 21st century.

Although it is not science, it is also technology, although he is not a professional, but theoretically he should be able to beat this era of relative ignorance and backwardness, and there are not too many criminal investigation methods and related technical concepts.

Why is it still exposed? Shouldn't Scotland Yard be all waste in this era? Could it be that there really are some talented people who can do it to such an extent?

Mr. Smith thought so, and glanced back by the way, and then found that a large group of policemen had rushed out of a house not far behind him, and a large group of policemen had rushed out of the station in front of him.

Probably found that he suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward, so he was worried that something would go wrong, so he simply went straight to the showdown...... Dozens of policemen directly formed a situation of outflanking the front and back, and each of them was like a great enemy, holding the pistol in his hand tightly.

"Stand still and don't move! Raise your hands on your head, don't make any movements, you have no way to escape......" Inspector Lestrade stood up and shouted loudly.

He stared intently at the cold-looking man in the middle of the street, and waved his hand to signal his men to continue according to the plan.

Then the two nervous-looking policemen came out directly, clenched their weapons, held handcuffs, and after glancing at each other, they slowly walked towards Mr. Smith step by step, ready to arrest the other party.

The others did not relax at all, although they were outnumbered, and the other party would never have a chance to turn the tables anyway, but they all knew that they were facing one of the most vicious and vicious demons in the history of crime.

In the face of such a madman, no one knows what he will do next, and his actions are simply unpredictable.

"Detective, can I ask who found out about me as a murderer?" Mr. Smith asked, his tone calm.

He didn't mind admitting that he was the murderer, after all, he couldn't justify himself at this time that it wasn't what he did, but the crime committed by the demon in his heart...... Even if this is the truth, the people's police will not believe his nonsense.

"It's none of your business." Inspector Lestrade replied warily.

At this time, two policemen approached Mr. Smith, one pointed his gun tightly at him, and the other was handcuffed to cuff his hands...... As a result, when he tried to pull his arm and snatch the box, the police found that the other party's arm seemed to be welded to his body with steel bars, and he didn't move at all.

Sensing an ominous premonition almost instantly, the policeman subconsciously raised his head and saw a fist rapidly enlarged in his field of vision!

A punch knocked the policeman unconscious, and at the same time, Mr. Smith had already picked up the box in his hand and smashed the policeman on the other side into the air.

Inspector Lestrade's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "What are you doing in a daze!" Shoot! Subdue him! ”

What he fears most is such a development, it seems that this madman will not be able to be captured alive at all!

In this case, they can only kill the other party directly, and God knows how much pressure this mad demon of Scotland Yard has been under in the past few months! Not only the accusations of public opinion, but also the pressure from above, it is said that even the queen personally inquired about the matter.

The next moment, the gunshots rang out as scheduled, but to no avail.

Mr. Smith gently raised his free hand, and the bullets that broke through the air bounced, and some even refracted back and hit the people next to him, and the screams rang out.

For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic, some people were struggling and crying in pain on the ground, and some people were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

What's going on?! Is this some kind of malevolent spell power? Could this person really be the embodiment of the devil in the human world?!

At this moment, not to mention the dumbfounded, surprised and panicked ordinary police officers, even Inspector Lestrade's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that things were beyond his expectations.

Before the police could react, the man suddenly knelt down and stretched out his hand to press it to the ground, and then they didn't know if everyone was dazzled, they clearly saw that as the man quickly and urgently recited a few incantations, distorted lines appeared on the ground.

A faint flash of light formed an intricate and intricate mystical pattern, which occupied every space in a huge circle, the center of which was the palm of his hand pressed on the ground.

The ground shook and shook violently, the flat streets were torn apart by powerful magic, and the dirt and stones below seemed to be condensed and gathered together, quickly outlined in the shaking—

Then they were brought to life by the spell, and they crawled out of the pits with their huge arms held high, their heavy feet shaking the earth.

Golem.

Use spells to empower inanimate creatures to act, turning them into golems that can't think and don't question the creator's commands.

At this moment, there were three clay golems, each of them nearly three meters tall from the three large pits that surrounded Mr. Smith. It was as if a huge statue had come to life and began to walk around Baker Street late at night.

They wielded their huge fists, or pulled the iron rods of the streetlights from the ground and swept them everywhere like weapons, driving the police behind them to the ground, crying for their fathers and mothers, and crawling away.

Mr. Smith snapped his fingers to keep them behind to stop the police and possible official support from arriving, picked up the box and continued into the Baker Street subway station.

To be sure, the revelation was unexpected, but it didn't affect his plans.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intent arises.

With the ability to be many times stronger than ordinary people, he will naturally have the courage and the idea of committing violence, Mr. Smith has long felt that his current pattern is too small to be unleashed, limited by channels, relationships, networks and other factors, he can't get the resources he should have.

And after understanding the position of the great existence, he finally knew what he should do, and his stage should not be limited to this small Baker Street, obeying the fate of the so-called wheel arrangement of history -

So let's make trouble! The bigger the fuss, the better! Changing this era and even the world is the only way to prove his ability to the great being, and the desire for power that is deeply rooted in his bones has also allowed him to find a way that seems to be good.

He walked into the subway station, listened to the gunshots, shouts, and vibrations behind him, and thought like this arrogantly:

Today's event will be the prelude to the beginning of the magical age that he has inaugurated!

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