The entire sky was covered in heavy dark clouds, as if a huge black canopy had been suspended in the sky. The light was mercilessly devoured, leaving only flickering lightning to pierce the sky in the darkness, like the whip of the wrath of the gods.

The wind is like a wild beast, tearing at everything around it.

The dust and debris were rolled up and flew in the air, forming tornado figures, like messengers of hell descending on the earth.

The surrounding buildings crumbled under the ravages of the wind, and the glass windows were shattered and splinters were scattered, like broken paintings.

In the storm, thunder and lightning were combined, and piercing lightning like silver dragons shuttled through the darkness and lit up the entire sky. This was followed by a deafening thunder, like the roar of the gods, which made people fearful. Each lightning bolt was accompanied by a powerful explosion, as if the whole sky was trembling.

At the center of the storm, the air pressure plummets, as if an invisible force is pulling everything around it.

The roar of the storm was deafening, like the roar of the king of beasts, and it was terrifying. Under the raging storm, the trees were uprooted, and the branches and leaves flew in the air, forming a poignant picture.

This apocalyptic storm has a strong visual impact, as if the whole world is trembling.

Anyone who is in the face of such a natural disaster will feel small and powerless.

There was a look of disbelief in the eyes of the magicians around them, they had never seen such a powerful storm in their lives until now.

In fact, not only those magicians, but all the humans watching this scene were also enveloped by a tremor that came from the depths of their souls at this moment.

Mycroft lost his ability to speak, and his face was covered with solemnity.

The city that has suffered major damage is the inner world created by Daniel, and the real city has not suffered such damage.

However, those who remain in the real world can still see what is happening in the world.

So Sherlock can also see all of this through the surveillances that still exist in the city.

There was silence throughout the basement.

Watson's breath trembled slightly, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, "This kind of power, isn't it really a god?" ”

"And who's to say it's not?" Sherlock stared at everything that was happening on the screen in front of him, "This world is really getting more and more outrageous." ”

But when he said this, the corners of his mouth never came down, and there was not only fear in his eyes, but also an inexplicable excitement.

"Can our people defeat this thing?" Watson said.

"Don't worry." Sherlock muttered in a low voice, "Really good guy, haven't come out yet"

Watson opened his eyes, "And the awesome guys?" ”

"We've seen it, haven't we?" Sherlock said.

Watson immediately remembered the presence he had seen when Hell invaded the Imperial Capital a few years ago.

"Do you believe him that much?" Watson said, "The power he showed at that time seemed to be far less powerful than this being. ”

Mrs. Hudson came over with a steaming cup of black tea from one side and placed it on Sherlock's table.

"Thank you. Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock nodded.

Watson came back to his senses, he looked at the black tea, and couldn't help but say, "Wait, where did this black tea come from?" ”

"Go upstairs and get it." Mrs. Hudson said.

"You're on the ground?"

"Of course, otherwise how can you take these black teas?" Mrs. Hudson rightly said, "You're so fascinated that you don't even see me." ”

"It's dangerous on the ground right now." Watson said helplessly.

"You've all turned my house into a coffin." Mrs. Hudson reluctantly said, "I've never lived in such a safe place in my life." ”

After a pause, she muttered, "But I'd rather live in another dozen years." ”

"And let's see what time it is." Mrs. Hudson pointed to the wall clock placed in the corner.

Watson looked in the direction she was pointing, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Since the sky was covered with a black curtain, Watson had no idea what time it was.

It turned out that it had been almost a day since the invasion of the imperial capital.

"What's wrong with three?"

"When the bell strikes three times, everything in the world stops for tea." Sherlock picked up the black tea in front of him and said, "In the imperial capital, even the sanitation workers who sweep the floor on the street have to drink a cup of afternoon tea at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

He blew on the hot air on it, then took a sip and nodded, "Is the tea from Beichen?" ”

"The big red robe that someone else gave me." Mrs. Hudson said, "I've been hiding it, thinking that I don't know how long I'll live, so I'd better drink it sooner." ”

"You imperial capital people are really big-hearted." Watson complained.

He looked at Mrs. Hudson, "Anything else?" Bring me a drink, too. ”

"Of course." Hudson raised an eyebrow and said, "I brought a whole set of tea sets with me, and I still had some leftover pastries from yesterday, which I put in the refrigerator, so I should still be able to eat them." ”

At this moment, the end of the world is happening on the ground, and they are hiding here to drink afternoon tea, in a sense, it is really big.

"The name of that demon is Beelzebub," Sherlock said suddenly, "according to legend, he was one of the Seven Monarchs of Hell and an enemy of the gods. And more than one magician has said that he has the power to easily destroy an entire city.

His light cannon that pierced half of the city, you can see, he acted with ease, which means that it is definitely not his limit.

The battle between them is not as powerful as these things at this moment.

Actually, there's another possibility."

There was a faint glint in Sherlock's eyes, "That is, the power of that existence is much more powerful than the original Monarch of Hell."

Watson was lost in thought, "When do you think He will appear?" ”

"I have a gut feeling." Sherlock began, "He will appear, but when the dust settles."

In fact, it wasn't just Sherlock who thought so, but so did Mycroft.

This was the judgment that McCroft and Sherlock had made about the being after years of investigation.

This is one of the reasons why McCroft is so calm.

Of course, they obviously can't imagine it.

What they think is the ultimate savior is drinking and laughing with the culprits who invaded this world

Char was never a savior.

He is the arbiter of the dispute between dragons and humans at this moment.

However, Char's judgment has no legal basis, only his own will.

(End of chapter)