Sherlock just told Andrew to turn himself in, and who knows why the young man had to give his name.

But whatever, he didn't care that much.

At this moment, he should only be a contract creature for himself...... Oh no, he was interested in the demons of hell that these tentacles occupied, otherwise he wouldn't have held the head of a carrion hound, repeatedly observing the reddish glimmer deep in its pupils.

Apparently, the red color only appeared after the tentacles had absorbed the Eye-Gouging Demon, and Sherlock had sensed that the carrion hounds now possessed an attribute that they didn't otherwise have.

———— spread fear.

Not only these dogs, but even the tentacles crawling all over the ground have the ability to spread fear, and when they drowned the group of carapace demons that stood in the way just now, several of them even wanted to get up and run in a panic.

"It seems that these little guys can somehow steal the demon's power." He muttered.

"No, the ability of the eye-gouging demon is to use fear to restrict the target's activities, and the ability to steal it is to directly spread fear, although there is some correlation in attributes, but there is also a big difference.

So, it's not just 'stealing', it's absorbing it and then converting it into something more suitable for you, just like eating, eating the muscle fibers and converting them into proteins and amino acids.

It's fully automatic, so you don't have to worry about it at all. ”

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction......

However, at this moment, he suddenly frowned, and then turned his head to look in one direction......

In fact, there was nothing there, just some dilapidated buildings, weathered ruins, and tentacles that crawled out of the rubble from time to time.

Sherlock wasn't looking at these things, of course, but in his own realm, 'looking' was just a knee-jerk action that he had been accustomed to for decades.

He now relies mainly on perception......

He could clearly feel that not long ago, his domain had expanded to the vicinity of a building five kilometers away, and then countless tentacles surrounded that building, ready to occupy it little by little.

And it's in the process...... Or rather, at that moment, they seemed to have discovered something......

The tentacles couldn't convey the exact meaning, but the group of little ones seemed to be entrenched around something at the moment, waiting for Sherlock to arrive.

This had never happened before, so he was also very curious, so he .....

"Slap~", he snapped his fingers, and then the horse, whose whole body was burned to ashes, dragged the carriage to his side.

Sherlock got up and got into the carriage......

There was no coachman, so there was no need to say the destination, and the horses knew exactly what their owners meant, so they just sprayed some dust in their noses, and then galloped down the long street with all their might......

I have to say that the traffic in Hell is much better than in the real world.

Especially in the areas that have been cleared, there is almost no traffic jam, and there is no such annoying situation as the Holy See personnel passing by, and the entire street of vehicles will wait until they leave!

In addition, the ash horse ran happily, and the speed was a few points faster than that of the steam train, and the distance of several kilometers was not long after.

Sherlock got out of the car, then looked up at the building in front of him......

One resembles a church, but it is much more square than a church, without many ornate carvings and decorations, without the colorful glass embellishments, or even the bell tower and the sunflower imprint that the Holy See is standard.

Yes, just the oldest architectural style, the most simple blue brick walls, the huge nearly five meters high door outside the two rows of incredibly thick stone pillars, connected by nearly a hundred steps high, although under the wind and sand of hell, all this has become dilapidated, but it still exudes an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity.

Sherlock, of course, knew about the building.

In the real world, almost all Londoners, and even all the people of the Empire, know about it, and even the inauguration of the recent mayors of London has been held here.

British Library ......

This is a building that existed long before the opening of the gates of hell, older than 90% of London buildings, with a collection of more than 40 million books, and even the origin of some books in Chinese cannot be traced, it carries the civilization before the opening of the holy calendar, and at the same time, it also inherits the name before the opening of the holy calendar, even if the ancient country represented by its prefix no longer exists, no one dares to change it.

Legend has it that during the Second Demon Invasion, the level of defense deployment here was higher than that of the entire London Strategic General Command, and in countless battles with demons, countless people died around this building, demons' corpses and bullets were almost piled up on the long street, blood burst to the top of the high staircase, and even those library staff and some academic bigwigs picked up guns and knives and participated in the fight with demons.

And even in such a tragic battle, these dead people still did not let even one of the books in the tube be destroyed, in the words of some of the survivors at that time...... Everyone has something to defend, warriors fight to protect the citizens of the empire, and scholars fight to ensure the transmission of history and knowledge. If necessary, those weak people who will lose even a fight with a child will abandon all reason and demeanor, and play with their lives to shove the muzzle of a gun into the demon's lower body, and let the gunpowder blow up their eggs!

......

So...... What exactly did you find in this library?

Puzzled, Sherlock walked up the stairs, and walked all the way into the corrupt but still magnificent hall, past the towering bookshelves that had been eroded by the wind and sand, the narrow corridors, the long tables piled up with bright red dust, and finally he came to a very inconspicuous little room.

Compared to all the scenes just passed, this small room almost resembled a utility room stacked with brooms.

At this time, the room was entrenched in dense tentacles, and these little ones slowly squirmed around a wooden bookshelf leaning against the wall, but they kept a certain distance from it, as if they did not dare to approach.

Sherlock approached the bookshelf, the tentacles obediently moving out of the way.

The bookshelves were low, not even as tall as him, and there were only a few books on them.

For some reason, when Sherlock's eyes first touched the bookshelf, he was drawn to the name of a book.

———— the Divine Comedy.