"Bang!" A bang!

This is certainly not the sound of the old priest's head exploding!

On the contrary, Deacon Badr's muscular body suddenly flew out to the side and back in a strange way!

He knocked a few guards away, then smashed a long line of steam valves on the side of the road without losing any momentum, and finally crashed into the wall of the street.

It was only then that the surroundings saw that at the place of his heart was a pitch-black spike that was only the thickness of a finger, but more than a meter long!

The spike was undoubtedly hard, the surface was like shiny black metal, and it was extremely fast, and by this moment Deacon Badr had been embedded in the wall, and the masonry had already made a soft cracking sound, and the sound of the wind breaking carried by the spike had just caught up, and it sounded like a strange and distant echo.

Sherlock looked at this sudden picture, and his mind completed the complex calculations and reasoning in an instant, so fast, compressing the huge impact into a narrow range of thumb thickness, so how terrifying the damage can be done in this blow......

But it was such a terrible injury, but it still didn't penetrate Deacon Badr's chest!!

Sherlock turned his head and looked in the direction where the spikes were coming from, only to see an extremely slender figure standing quietly on the top of one of the tallest towers in the entire block, illuminated by the huge lights of the Zeppelin.

Catherine ......

And beside her, there was a large clump of pitch-black plants growing on it, no, more accurately.

It resembled some kind of vine, but each branch was as thick as an arm, coiled and intertwined with each other, covering almost the entire top of the tower, and the vines grew silently, and when the light was not shining, it merged with the darkness, and even Sherlock did not notice it in advance;

And in the center of the vine cluster, a pitch-black sporangia grew, which was now swelling at a terrifying rate......

The surrounding air was quickly inhaled, and the sporangia swelled dozens of times in a second, and even under the light, you could vaguely see the pitch-black veins in the spore wall like blood vessels.

Sherlock was a little surprised, he had never mentioned in the books he had read before, it turned out that the contractor could control not only the creatures of the abyss, but also the plants.

Well, the authors of those books probably only collected information about some low-level contractors, and how could a group of stinky book-writing guys who had reached the second stage come into contact with them.

I was thinking about it......

Suddenly, the huge sporangia on the tower contracted violently, and in an instant, it spitted like an explosion! At the same time, another pitch-black spike shot out of the sporangia, and in an instant it crossed the entire long street, exceeding the visual limit of everyone, including Sherlock, and the sound of the piercing wind, only the resonance of the recoil shook Catherine's long hair to dance wildly in the night!

"Boom!"

With an even louder sound, the long black thorn was nailed to Deacon Badr's heart again, this vine plant undoubtedly has a more accurate positioning method than vision, the two long thorns almost hit the same position, and suddenly the wall was shocked into billowing smoke, and the cracks spread wildly.

Catherine didn't give the other a moment of respite, the aftershocks did not subside, and the third needle arrived, followed by the fourth, then the fifth.

Rumble! Rumble!! Rumble!!!!!

One after another loud bangs continued into an indistinguishable roar!

The wall, which had carried too much impact, collapsed, and smoke rose everywhere, and then the sixth, seventh, I don't know how many spikes pierced through the smoke, and continued to bombard without mercy.

I don't know how long this loud noise lasted, until Sherlock felt like his eardrums were about to be torn apart, and the attack finally stopped, and then looked at the building in the smoke, as if it had endured a dozen miserable gas leaks, completely collapsed and turned into a cloud of ruins!

In this situation, even if the other party is a contractor, he should die.

Those terrifying spikes should have pierced them into a bloody mass of human thorns.

As if everyone was thinking so, Catherine stood on top of the tower, and finally exhaled softly, and the old priestess felt the abyssal beast in the distance that coexisted with Deacon Badr weakening rapidly, until it screamed, collapsed, and remained motionless, and finally opened its tired eyes.

The deafening sound of turbines on the long street gradually stopped, and the armor that had not yet been scrapped began to pour out steam for heat dissipation.

It's finally over...... The nerves that had been tense could finally get a breather

In fact, everyone knows that this is a battle that has been doomed from the beginning, because those who violate the law of the Holy See can only die!

.......

However, Sherlock remained motionless in the shadows, his eyes seemed to brighten, staring at the crumbling ruins.

The rain of bullets, the smoke of the bullets, the terrifying force of the armor, the terrifying impact of the spikes piercing the night, all the information once again worked in Sherlock's mind at an unbelievable speed!

In an instant——————

Wrong......

does not match the results of the reasoning......

And almost at the same moment, countless possibilities flew before his eyes, some of them were good, and some of them were naturally bad.

He grew more and more silent, more and more vigilant, more and more calm.

Finally, at the moment when the first drop of rain fell on the long street......

This Mr. Detective, who has been hiding in the shadows, moves!