"Da ——————"

Accompanied by a scalp-tingling sound.

The bullets formed a web of fire like a hurricane, and they easily harvested these demons like the scythe of death.

Flesh stained the ground red, deep into the earth, and countless internal organs flew everywhere.

In this era, there are authoritative legal documents such as the Geneva Conventions that govern the conduct of hostile parties in situations of war and conflict.

Aiming a large-caliber cannon at these flesh and blood bodies like this is undoubtedly an act of torture in violation of the Geneva Conventions.

However, the Convention binds human beings, and these things they deal with are not.

And in this era, human beings who don't have to worry about humanitarianism are very scary

Fras, who had been watching all this from a short distance, also shivered and gasped.

The reason why he mobilized these demons to attack these things was to test the details of that thing.

But now it seems that these cannon fodder who ran out of hell can only be cannon fodder in front of this steel monster.

He came back to his senses for a moment, and the development of human beings was really beyond his imagination.

As he said, if they were given another thousand years, humanity would have developed to an unimaginable level.

He's not in his heyday yet, so there's no need to be stupid enough to fight with them.

So it's still up to outwit.

"They seem to have retreated." Sherlock stood by the window and looked at the monsters.

Mycroft silently lifted the coffee in his hand and gently stirred the sugar cubes in the coffee with a spoon.

"That's not a good thing, Sherlock."

"Why?" Watson said.

"A group of enemies who know how to retreat instead of brainless attacks shows that someone is behind them to deploy troops." Sherlock said.

Mycroft slowly looked out the window, his eyes flashing with an unknown light, "When they see that they can't capture this warship, they will think of other ways." And to come up with the previous series of plans, this "rest of the way" may be more troublesome than a frontal impact"

He seemed to see something, turned around and blew on the coffee in his hand, and said lightly.

"Here we are."

Sherlock came to the window and looked into the distance, then narrowed his eyes slightly. In his line of sight, five or six people had come in from behind the hedge wall not far away.

Their clothes were in tatters and they were stained with blood.

One of them had a broken hand, and he staggered towards him by the shoulder.

The soldiers on the warship pointed their guns at them and shouted solemnly.

"Don't move!"

However, these people obviously didn't think about it, and they were still crying and running towards this side, shouting for help as they ran.

"Don't move!" The soldier shouted again, and even drove a shuttle at their feet, which stopped them from approaching.

"Put your names on it! Identity! ”

Standing at the front is an aunt, dressed very vulgarly, but they are all famous brands, and there are a lot of jewels hanging on her body. Most of the people who live in this neighborhood are rich people, and this aunt may be the mother of a big boss.

But at this time, money can't solve things.

"I'm the mother of the owner of Emma's company!" She shouted, "My name is Jonson Emma!" I know the mayor here! ”

Minya is a big luxury goods company with a good market capitalization.

"Save my son!" She cried and pointed to the man with a broken arm on one side, "He's dying, save him!" I can give you anything! ”

The soldier was a little undecided, and looked in the direction of the bridge. There, too, James looked down on those people condescendingly.

"Send a medic to deal with it, but don't let them come close." James said, "Let them go to the villa and rest." ”

"Yes!" The soldier responded, and then began to beckon the warship's medic into the villa on the other side.

"Is there a problem with that group?" Watson asked.

"Reasonable." McCroft didn't answer if there was a question, just nodded, "The warship is here, naturally it is the safest place in the whole city, and it is normal for such rich people to have this kind of cognition." ”

"However, this is the reality, no, the more reasonable the thing, the more it should be doubted." He slowly stood up and looked at Locke, "Demons, you can disguise yourself as a human, right?" ”

Locke nodded.

"Do you have a way to tell?" McCroft said.

"Yes." Locke's head, "Distinguishing between humans in the guise of demons, and perhaps demons possessed by humans, is the basic course of the Exorcism Division. ”

Mycroft slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "That looks like we met just in time." ”

He picked up the phone on one side and dialed a number that would go straight to the bridge.

"Be ready to turn the gun on the villa at any time, but don't act rashly just yet."

Then he looked at Sissi, "I'm sorry, there may be some damage to your villa, but I'll keep my promise." ”

He looked at Locke again, "I'll leave it to you, Mr. Locke." ”

Locke nodded, ready to leave the captain's cabin, but McCroft picked up a headset from the table on the side, "It's a communicator, you can use it to communicate with us at any time." ”

Locke took the thing, walked out of the captain's quarters, and walked down the stairs of the warship into the villa.

The medic and a number of soldiers had entered, standing in a line with rifles in their hands.

The medic was stopping the rich man's bleeding, and there were five people standing in the living room.

One is the rich man, the other is the mother of the rich man, and the remaining three are obviously unrelated people, two middle-aged and one young. One of them was dressed as a butler, while the other two were dressed as security guards and had weapons on them, apparently belonging to the family.

Locke looked at their eyes and there was nothing wrong with them. However, he was not surprised, because the demon itself has the ability to disguise.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with them, and these people all seem to be human.

However, demons are very cunning, and they often mix with normal humans and disguise themselves.

So it's normal for some of these people to be real human beings.

He slowly raised the wand in his hand, and under the slightly widened gaze of these people, a faint blue light shone on the tip of the wand.

It's a Patronus Charm.

A small squirrel slowly climbed up his shoulder from under his feet, glowing blue.

The glow is not gloomy, but very warm. It is like a ray of warm sun swaying on the earth in the early morning of autumn, warm and brilliant.

The little squirrel jumped in the air and passed through the big man. The aunt was originally a little frightened, but after being passed by the squirrel, her frowning brows opened instantly, and then she relaxed.

Then the squirrel passed through the rich man with the severed hand, and the cry of pain of the rich man subsided.

However, as the squirrel passed through the butler, the butler frowned slightly.

The squirrel smiled happily as they passed through the two security guards.

Locke instantly locked his eyes on the butler.

Soon, though, Sherlock's voice could be heard behind him.

"You say it's professional, but it doesn't seem very professional."

Locke turned his head slowly, and Sherlock was standing behind him at some point.

Or rather, he's been there all along, after he's come in and use the Divine Guard.

"This kind of magic of yours can make demons miserable, right?" Sherlock said.

Locke nodded, "It's a magic that feeds positive emotions. ”

"Do you know the difference between a fake smile and a real smile?" Charelle continued.

When you smile, the corners of your mouth turn up, your eyes narrow, and your cheekbones, which are responsible for your smile, contract at the same time as your orbicularis oculi muscle, which surrounds your eyes. At this time, the smile is not consciously dominated, and in addition to reflexively curling the corners of the mouth, the brain's emotional center will automatically tighten the orbicularis oculi muscle, making the eyes smaller, wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and slightly tilting the eyebrows. Fake smiles, on the other hand, are produced by active consciousness and do not cause changes in the eyebrows and eyes. ”

He spoke quickly, like a machine gun.

Sherlock looked at the butler, "His frown is natural, but not like pain. It's this one."

He looked at another middle-aged security guard, his eyes flashing with an unknown light, "The smile really can't be fake." ”

He said curiously, "Excuse me, why are you deliberately smirking?" ”

The middle-aged security guard's eyes slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an inexplicable smile.

Sherlock commented, "That's a real laugh." ”

Under their gaze, his eyes began to change, and the darkness of the eyes gradually took over his.

Locke's expression changed in an instant, and he blocked directly in front of Sherlock, raising the wand in his hand.

"Armor Armor!"

A barrier of magic power stood in front of him, and a black aura rushed out from the opposite side and crashed straight into the barrier, but it was all blocked by these barriers.

The black gas spilled out in all directions, and the carpet on the floor was directly corroded into rags.

"Didn't I do you a great favor?" Sherlock said.

"Thank you, but I prefer you to tell me secretly, not directly about him."

Locke said with a pale face.

He had realized at this moment that the demon in front of him might not be simple.

"Shoot!" Sherlock shouted.

The soldiers around reacted very quickly, and directly raised the guns in their hands and fired.

Countless bullets flew sideways, and the woman let out a high-pitched scream.

Locke lifted the magic barrier and shouted.

"Avadaken Big Melon !!"

A green spell flew swiftly towards the demon, striking him straight at him.

The huge magic power suddenly spread out in all directions, and the demon also stopped in place, and many cracks appeared on its body.

Seeing this, Locke breathed a sigh of relief, Avada had always been the confidence of some low-level exorcists to deal with these monsters. If this magic didn't work, he really couldn't do anything about it.

Under the gaze of the people, the man's body was gradually covered with cracks and hardened, and finally exploded like a red-hot stone.

However, under the gaze of the people, an even more terrifying existence appeared before their eyes.

It was a humanoid monster, about three meters tall, with knotted muscles, purple skin, fangs as hideous as a wild boar, and a pair of large horns on the top of its head. The claws on his feet and hands seem to tear everything apart - like many legendary demons.

This is the 31st of King Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon Gods, the Demon God - Volas.

Locke's complexion turned even more ugly.

He turned his head directly and shouted to Sherlock behind him, "Go back to the warship!" ”

Sherlock's reflexes were also very fast, and he didn't hesitate to turn around and run.

Fras seemed to be trying to chase Sherlock, but Loka raised his wand and turned into a magic whip that wrapped directly around his thigh.

He shifted his gaze to Locke, and didn't rush to chase Sherlock, just stood where he was, and asked calmly.

"You're a magician of this era, aren't you?"

He looked him up and down, a look of disdain.

"It's a pity. Weaker. ”

As the words fell, he disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Locke's eyes.

"Humph!"

Locke only felt as if he had been hit by a speeding train.

Like a kite with a broken string, the whole person broke through the large floor-to-ceiling window and landed in the courtyard with the glass shards.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person lay on the ground like a broken puppet, out of breath.

Flying out with him were the soldiers who followed him. Some were even torn in half by the demon directly in the room.

A blood-colored mist mixed with internal organs sprinkled all over the ground. The demon's eyes grew more and more scarlet in the rain of blood.

He looked at Locke and continued to rush out to deliver the fatal blow to Locke.

However, in the next moment, the close defense cannon on one side fell directly in the direction and fired a shuttle at Fras.

The twenty-millimeter cannon poured fire and embedded it directly into his body.

He raised his hand and formed a transparent barrier in front of him, blocking the ammunition from a meter or so away from him.

However, the warship's reaction speed was also very fast, and the single-barreled 76 mm gun, which weighed 16.5 tons at the front end, turned around and aimed directly at the demon.

"Boom!"

The shell hit the Fora barrier with precision.

The force pale, and he directed the cannonball behind him.

"Boom!"

The cannonball shot into the ground beneath his feet, blasting a large hole straight into it.

The guns that could blast the warship apart clearly posed some threat to him.

Instead of responding head-on, he quickly moved to the side.

The ship's guns also moved quickly, but they couldn't aim at all, and even the close defense guns used to defend against missiles couldn't keep up.

Inside the bridge, the controller shouted eagerly at Captain James.

"Report to the captain, can't aim at the target!"

"Boom!"

With a heavy sound, the demon landed directly on the deck, instantly tearing apart a young soldier on the deck.

He looked up at the bridge, locked on to James through the porthole, and even glanced at him.

He slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, revealing a hideous smile. With an air explosion, it crashed into the window like a cannonball.

"It's all petrified!"

Another flash of magic struck, and Fras paused in the air for a moment before landing back on the deck.

At this time, the soldiers on the other side directly carried an RPG and fired a cannon at the frozen him, and the artillery fire drew a beautiful arc in the air, and it hit him solidly.

But as the light and flame dissipated, his flesh was not damaged in the slightest.

He raised his hand, and a huge suction force appeared in his palm, and the soldier who launched the RPG was directly sucked over and twisted his neck.

Then, he looked at Locke and said indifferently.

"This is probably the most powerful weapon of your human race, right?

With such a powerful weapon, you should be the ceiling of human magicians, right? ”

He smirked dismissively, "It's exactly what Malbus said."

If you're just using this ridiculous magic, you can't stop me. ”

As his words fell, Fras leaned down and instantly slammed into Locke's face.

At that moment, Locke cast the magic of armor to protect himself.

However, the barrier of magic around him was instantly crushed by this demon, and his neck was pinched by this demon.

He didn't directly twist his neck like he had just pinched to death the soldier, but slowly exerted force, making him feel the despair of gradually entering death.

A strong feeling of suffocation gradually engulfed Locke, his face quickly turned red, and his whole head seemed to explode, and his eyeballs protruded. He struggled incessantly, but to no avail.

However, just as he was about to suffocate, a cold light flashed, and Fras's arm was instantly split in two.

Blood gushed out as his arm fell, and even Frass had a stunned look on his face.

Reacting with this, he landed on the top of the main gun on one side, and looked condescendingly at Lisa, who was standing below, dressed in a maid's costume.

But at this moment, her fingers had turned into five smooth claws, exuding a chill from Sensen.

"That's . Mithril? Fras muttered in a low voice, "I didn't expect that there would be such materials in this era." ”

His arm was growing at an alarming rate, and it was back to normal.

He looked at Lisa with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Finally some interesting people."

Lisa didn't talk nonsense to him, but immediately rushed towards him. And Fras didn't hesitate to greet him.

The speed of both sides was almost an afterimage, and the soldiers around them could only faintly see the impact of some electric lightning.

Locke was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, a picture of the rest of his life.

"Are you alright?" Sissi walked over from the side, looked at the battle in front of her, and asked Locke.

"Thank you." Locke clutched his neck and said in a hoarse voice.

"Don't thank me, thank you Sherlock." Sissi clasped her hands in front of her chest and said casually, "It was his brother who promised to send me a small model of this sword in the stone that I promised to let Lisa come and save you." ”

"Boom!"

Lisa separates from Fras. A rather hideous wound had been cut on Fras's chest, but Lisa remained unharmed.

The combat IQ brought by the super brain of the android is very high, and even if there is a gap in strength, it can still be made up for with powerful skills.

"You're not human." "I've seen anything like you before," said Fras, with great interest. I didn't expect to be able to see it in this era."

The wound on his chest also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is no ordinary demon." Locke softened a little and stood up and said, "Be careful. ”

"My name is Flax." Fras said directly, "Some of you must know this name, right?" ”

Locke was stunned for a moment, but soon, his pupils contracted a little in that instant.

He looked at Locke, who was gradually becoming frightened, and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"According to your human information, I should be the thirty-first of Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon gods."

"No, it can't be!" Locke said excitedly, "How could you have come to this world!? ”

"I really can't come." Fras said undeniably, "Now I am actually just a doppelganger. However, now that the city has become a place that is almost hell, I can use a lot of power in the city.

However, do you think what makes me really strong is power? ”

His eyelids narrowed slightly, "The most powerful of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon God is knowledge."

Knowledge ...... for Solomon's magical enlightenment"

He looked at Lisa, "You don't have a soul, you're not human, and you can only rely on some kind of magical source for power. You may be powerful, but you really just need to cut off the connection with magic."

Lisa reacted, raising her claws and slamming them into the void on one side.

"Boom!"

With the sound of metal clashing, Frass appeared at her side at some point.

And Fras, who was standing not far away just now, slowly disappeared in place, obviously hallucinating.

"He'll be invisible and won't die!" Locke reminded.

"I think she should know." Once again, Fras vanished in place.

Lisa found his position precisely and swept it over with a whip leg.

"Boom!"

Fras was knocked several meters away and crashed into the side of the anti-aircraft gun, which smashed a small crater in the armor of the anti-aircraft gun.

"It seems that you are different from the others, you have another pair of eyes," Fras said, touching his chest, "but ah, you don't have to be here to do magic. ”

Lisa's eyes widened as she looked at the arm of Fras, who had just been cut off.

The severed hand was pressed to his shoe.

A mysterious black magic array spread from the center of the arm to the surrounding area, and Lisa's human-like complexion began to fade, gradually turning into the color of Mithril.

The glorious silver color spread rapidly, even gradually onto her face.

Her body began to harden and stiffen.

"Lisa!" Sissi, who had always been calm, rarely showed an anxious look.

Lisa turned her head to look at her stiffly like a worn-out puppet and shouted a word.

"Running !!"

Eventually, the silver gradually engulfed him.

She stood still, motionless, as if she had become a stone sculpture.

"Because there is no soul, the magic is not your own, and it is much easier to isolate the magic." Fras said calmly.

And the next moment, he rushed towards Lisa.

His face was slightly hideous, and his right hand swelled violently.

But at that moment, a cannonball flew from one side and slammed into his face before exploding.

The shot didn't hurt him, but it did stop him in his tracks.

He stood where he was, slowly turned his head, and when the smoke cleared, he saw a beautiful girl about twenty years old holding the RPG he had just pointed at him.

There was no fear in her eyes, only a piercing chill.

She said calmly.

"If you dare to touch her, I'll make your death ugly."

There was a flash of interest in Fras's eyes, and he slowly opened the corners of his mouth with a hideous smile.

"It just so happens that it doesn't make any sense for me to settle this soulless thing.

Your soul is so tempting......"

Next, he rushed straight to Sissi. Locke anxiously raised his wand to stop him, but was directly hit by a black light cannon and hit the fence on one side, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

It was also during this period that he had already come to Sissi.

A pair of huge arms seemed to be able to crush her head easily.

However, just as he was about to touch Sissi, his pupils suddenly contracted to a little.

Time seems to stand still at this moment......

He felt the space around him dim for a moment, losing color, sound, and light.

An indescribably terrifying aura pressed down on him as if Mount Tai was overpowering, making him unable to breathe.

He froze in place, shuddering slightly and slowly raising his head.

In the dark space, behind the girl, a pair of eyes like a river of stars slowly appeared, quietly watching herself......

(End of chapter)