"Olichette!"

Watson shouted excitedly.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, recognize the way first." Sissi held her chin behind her right hand and said, "Now that visibility is so low, what if you open a ditch?" ”

In fact, Lisa's speed was not slow, but the gargoyle chased it faster.

The piercing, shrill screams seemed to be coming and going.

"Peng!"

Another gargoylee crashed into the glass in front of it.

However, the glass of the vehicle off-road vehicle is obviously bulletproof, and the whole body is armored, even hard resistance to a single RPG is not a problem, let alone the impact of these gargoyles.

As if to anger the gargoyle, the gargoyle stepped on the front of the car and roared angrily.

The sharp and piercing sound made everyone in the car subconsciously cover their ears.

Soon, one after another screams responded.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Two more gargoyles slammed into the window, followed by a third and a fourth, and many gargoyles began to take turns striking the windows of the car, crackling and crackling.

The inability to break through the glass made the monsters furious, and they roared loudly, increasing the frequency of the impact, and becoming more and more insane.

This irrational madness also made the people in the car very uneasy.

Watson feared the glass shattering with each impact, but it was strong.

But just when Watson gradually put his mind at ease.

"Peng!"

A gargoyle slammed into the window on the left side of the driver's seat, blood blooming and smearing the entire glass. Bright red blood slid down the glass, and even the gargoyle slowly slid down.

Sherlock looked at all this with a frown, and Watson was a little distracted.

But soon, the incomparably clear "click" sound in their ears made their faces freeze instantly.

Sissi glanced at the glass and sighed, "It's not the original glass, it's really not very useful." ”

The left window had been hit by bullets before, so Sissi had a bulletproof glass instead.

I saw that on the glass, a crack slowly appeared in front of everyone. Seeing the appearance of this crack, those gargoyles were even more excited, and this crack also grew bigger and bigger with the impact.

"Peng!"

There was another loud bang, but Sherlock was keenly aware that it wasn't the sound of the impact. It's the sound of gunfire.

He looked through the gaps of the gargoyles, through the thick fog of volcanic ash, to the end of the alley.

A group of men in police uniforms were shooting at the gargoyles with rifles.

The muzzle of the rifle flame stood out in the darkness, and several old storm mechs were spitting tongues of fire at the gargoyles in the air.

Sherlock saw quite a few acquaintances among the policemen.

"It's Gregson." Watson said on one side.

"There's Pendragon police nearby." Sherlock said, "I guess I saw that we were under siege and came out directly." ”

Those in police uniforms are using the cover formed by the mecha to assist in the design, clearing the dead corners that the mecha can't attack, forming a relatively perfect firepower network.

And they have successfully attracted a lot of firepower for them.

However, Sherlock also notices that while firearms can damage these gargoyles, the lethal damage to normal people is limited to these gargoyles.

Locke spoke on one side, "Demons are very resilient, they themselves come from Hades, between death and life, and if the bullet is not engraved with a cross, the damage is limited. ”

"What about the army?" Watson said, "There are so many monsters here, why don't you see the shadow of the army?" ”

"They're heading north." Sissi stared at the crack in the glass and said, "I guess something is holding it back." There should be something big. ”

Locke looked in the direction of the city center, and in the dim darkness, he could faintly see the orange-red fire reflected in the sky in that direction, and he seemed to hear the sound of explosions and the roar of machine guns coming from afar.

"It's getting more and more troublesome." Locke said solemnly.

"Locke!" Sherlock suddenly shouted, "Is there any way you can get rid of these things?" ”

When Locke came back to his senses, he saw that the machine gun of the mecha not far away had stopped firing because it was overheating, and when it stopped, a gap suddenly appeared in the originally dense firepower network.

This puts a lot of pressure on those police officers.

A gargoyle pounced directly on a policeman and bit him directly on the shoulder, sending blood flying.

"Niri!" Gregerson shouted, and without hesitation, he turned the muzzle of his rifle and fired a flurry of bullets at the monster.

The rifle struck the monster in the head with precision, and the monster fell straight to its side as blood splattered with brains.

It twitched, trying to get up, but soon lost its breath.

Gregerson shouted at the rest of the cops, "Hit the head! The head is the weakness! ”

"Roar!"

An enraged gargoyle pounced on Gregson. However, his reflexes were also quick, and when the gargoyle's sharp teeth snapped down, he directly shoved the rifle in his hand into the monster's mouth.

However, the material of the rifle was clearly unable to resist the monster's powerful bite force that was enough to bite the bones.

"Peng!"

The rifle was bitten alive by the monster, and some of the shards smashed into Gregson's face, and he closed his eyes in despair.

Soon, however, there was a whistling sound in his ears, something like an arrow, but with light and shadow.

A green glow struck the gargoyle straight away, blasting it into pieces and scattering it all over the ground.

Gregerson struggled to get up, and saw a young man in a black trench coat standing on the roof of the off-road vehicle that had just been surrounded by a group of monsters.

He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, with short hair and a small wooden stick in his hand.

Gregerson had seen the young man, who had been following Sherlock, and he thought it was another of Sherlock's assistants.

He couldn't help but look inside the car, and through the window, he saw a familiar face, it was Sherlock.

Gregson seemed to be about to say something, but the gargoyles flying from the other side caught him off guard. Soon, however, a transparent light and shadow flying from the other side struck the gargoyle, leaving a huge wound on its body.

Only then did Gregerson react, he had just realized that the light was not an illusion.

He looked at the wand in Locke's hand—the light had just come from it.

The green light just now is Avada's life, which is a spell that all exorcists use, and it kills most souls with one hit, so it works wonders for demons. Just like just now, you can just break these gargoyles to pieces.

Obviously, though, the reason why it's called the Unforgivable Spell has its drawbacks.

First of all, the amount of mana consumed is too large, and the more you use it, the more irritable the user's mood will become, and eventually become a dark magician.

Just now, he used the Divine Blade, which can deal great damage to the caster. The part damaged by this spell cannot be repaired by any means, including healing magic, and can only be healed by the counter-spell "Rapid Healing", which is a hidden, vicious, but very powerful, and effective black magic.

"Close to me!" Locke shouted.

Gregerson reacted and hurriedly beckoned the rest of the police and mechs to approach the armored car.

The gargoyles that had been scattered suddenly poured towards them like a tidal wave.

Locke raised his wand in his hand, "Hoo God Guard!" ”

As he uttered the incantation, a wave of magic blossomed in all directions, and a spot of azure light bloomed at the tip of his wand, illuminating the dark realm.

This spell used by Locke was one of the most powerful defensive spells. It is an extremely complex and difficult spell to cast that evokes a semi-embodied positive force, the Patronus. It works wonders for driving away evil creatures. Because it is the embodiment of all the good things in the heart, the nemesis of these evil forces.

A blue squirrel climbed above his head, and the light grew brighter.

The gargoyles were like seeing a nemesis when they saw the light, and their high-pitched, piercing screams were like fingernails scraping against the blackboard, giving people goosebumps. The monster scattered in terror.

By this time, the policemen had already approached the jeep, and they all looked at Locke with a wand in his hand. What was in front of them had a bit of a shock to their worldview at the moment.

But they soon discovered that the blue glow was fading.

Not all exorcists will have a strong Patronus Charm. The spell needed more than enough good things to sustain it, but apparently Locke didn't. And he's a trainee exorcist, not to mention that.

What's even worse is that those gargoyles haven't completely left, and when they see the light gradually weakening, they actually come back again!

Gregerson reacted, and he anxiously shouted around, "Whoever has a gun, throw me a gun!" ”

A policeman on one side handed Gregerson the pistol at his waist, then handed him a couple of magazines, "That's all." ”

Gritting his teeth, Gregson turned to the mech behind him, and the mech operator was cooling the machine gun with the cooling water on the mech, "Okay?" ”

"Okay, but Director, there's not enough ammunition!"

They are police, not the army, and the most they deal with are some gangsters with guns, and the number is generally not too many. Moreover, the security of the imperial capital itself is good, and it is impossible to prepare too much ammunition at all. The ammunition they fired just now could actually wipe out some gangs.

But the number of gargoyles here is obviously very high, and there may be some entrance to the Hell nearby.

"Leave it all at that, fire!"

"Da !!"

The mech's machine gun continued to spew tongues of fire, and ordinary bullets may have limited damage to gargoyles, but large-caliber machine guns are different. Bullets struck their skin, shredding their internal organs and even shattering their heads, sending blood spilling across the ground.

Although it is a demon, in the human world, it also has to abide by some of the rules of the human world. As long as the equivalent is sufficient, even the more advanced demons are not impossible to try.

But obviously, what these police officers lack at the moment is the equivalent.

In the beginning, the mech's machine gun was a good defense against the gargoyles. But with the click of the machine gun, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom of their hearts at this moment, because it meant that the bullets had run out.

"Enter the mech!" Gregerson shouted to the cops next to him.

These cops also reacted quickly, and climbed directly onto the mecha on the side.

The space inside the mecha is not small, and if you squeeze it, you can seat two people. The Storm Mecha is a military mecha that has retired from the front line, and the armor is very heavy, much thicker than this jeep, and there is no need to worry about these gargoyles who can't even break the bulletproof glass of the jeep when they stay inside.

But Gregerson and a policewoman couldn't get up.

Sherlock pushed the door open and shouted at him, "Come up!" ”

"Gina! Let's go up! ”

Gregerson reacted, shouting to the policewoman to climb into the car together, and Locke followed.

Suddenly, two people came, and the space in the car, which was originally quite spacious, became very crowded.

Lisa stepped on the gas pedal and began to rush on.

"I saved your life, Gregson." Sherlock teased.

"Thank you." "Although I don't want to see you outside of the crime scene. But I'm glad to see you here. ”

He looked out the window, and the gargoyles were still chasing them, even hitting the glass, each of which seemed to hit the hearts of the people in the car.

Fortunately, the army had been warned in advance when they came in, so many people went back to their houses and closed their doors and windows and hid, otherwise Gregerson could not have imagined what kind of purgatory it would be.

But even so, there are still some people who linger on the streets. He saw men and women surrounded by gargoyles, greedily devouring their flesh.

Frightened screams echoed through the streets, and the entrails of the stomach were spilled all over the ground, but the man was still alive.

The faces of the people in the back seat of the car were a little pale, and the policewoman named Gina next to Gregerson was even more pale and made a retching look.

Gregerson looked at all this in distraction, "What's wrong with this world, why do you wake up like a different world?" ”

"The world never changes." Sissi, the co-pilot, said quietly, "It's just that human beings are usually arrogant in judging the world with their own cognition. ”

Her eyes stared at all this indifferently, and her dark green eyes glistened with an inexplicable brilliance.

Gregerson looked thoughtful, and then he asked.

"Where are you going next, Baker Street?"

Sherlock thought for a moment and said to Lisa, "Let's go to Baker Street first, we should stop by here, let's pick up someone first." ”

Sherlock's plan was to go to Sissi's villa first to get the weapons and then to guard Baker Street, but he didn't expect the monsters to run out so quickly.

Mrs. Hudson was alone at home, and they had to go back and save her first.

It's actually not that far from Baker Street.

"Peng!"

Another gargoyle slammed into the driver's window of the jeep, this one was a little different, its face was elongated, its size was larger, and its skull seemed to be harder.

The impact shattered the already cracked glass into large chunks, scattered in the driver's seat and on the ground outside.

The biting cold wind passed through the entire interior space and blew on their faces in an instant. Although the clothes they wore were fairly thick, the cold wind passed through their clothes and went straight to their bone marrow, as if freezing their souls.

Looking at the broken car window, Sissi's face also became gloomy.

Lisa stepped on the gas, picked up speed, and quickly broke away from the encirclement of these gargoyles.

Locke was keenly aware that there was a gargoyle on the roof on one side and swooped down directly, and he was about to rush into the window and hurt Lisa in the driver's seat.

"Be careful!" Locke reacted and shouted loudly, even about to pull out his wand.

Sherlock, Watson, and others were also breathing a little stagnant.

"Click~"

The gargoyle bit down on something hard and made a crisp sound, and it cracked slightly.

Not only him, but Locke, who was about to pull out his wand, also stopped moving.

Lisa's left hand grasped a pitch-black pistol at some point, and the muzzle of the gun was shoved directly into its mouth. The smooth sound of gunfire glowed mysteriously in the light of thunder.

The next moment.

"Peng!"

The blood bloomed, and the gargoyle's head was like a watermelon falling from a high altitude, and it was directly blown to pieces, and the brains mixed with blood were sprinkled on the two cars, and then it was thrown to the ground by the inertia of the car and rolled several times.

At the same time, with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, Lisa also accurately controlled the car to float and stopped on the side of the road.

There was silence in the car, and it was all too fast and too thrilling. People were so nervous that they didn't even realize that they were applauding this wonderful series of reactions and actions.

The muzzle of the gun emitted smoke that drew Sherlock back from her distraction, and she began to observe the gun she was holding.

There's nothing strange about a gun, but it's just too special.

It looks like a pistol, but the barrel seems to have been deliberately lengthened, like a coffin, with inscriptions engraved on it, and the caliber is also large and scary. Sherlock visually measured the caliber of the gun to be at least thirteen millimeters.

The standard of pistols in this era is 5.56 and 7.62, and the pistol of thirteen mm caliber can actually be said to be a pistol, so it is not surprising that the gargoyle's head was directly smashed just now.

However, if an ordinary person uses this kind of gun, the strong recoil will also directly shatter the wrist.

But the shot the woman had just fired was incredibly steady, unbelievable compared to her slender arms.

Watson and Gregson, one of whom was a medic who had just come down from the front line, and the other a police officer, needless to say, were obviously aware of it.

"What a bunch of goddamn bastards!"

Sissi's voice broke the silence in the car and said through gritted teeth.

"Do you know how much thought it took me to get this car and put it on the road!"

She looked at the blood stains mixed with brains on the front of the car, the broken windows, and the deformed rearview mirror that had been hit, and her face was gloomy and terrible, and her patience reached the limit.

She took a deep breath and said coldly.

"Lisa, kill them all!"

Her tone was as if what she was saying was not a bunch of demons from another world, but some insignificant ant.

Lisa's eyes flashed with an unknown light, and she bowed her head to Sissi.

"As you wish, miss."

She opened the car door and walked down. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the people in the car can clearly feel that there is more scarlet brilliance in her eyes.

The breeze fluttered around the hem of her skirt, like the traces of her hair in the air.

She stared at the gargoyles that were gradually surging around her, her eyes calm and unwavering.

Under the black curtain shrouded in dark clouds, the cold wind passing through the street became more and more biting. (End of chapter)