"Moran?!"

At that moment, Sherlock had already seen clearly who the bloodied man was, and at the same moment, he also thought of the most unlucky, helpless, but also the most probable situation.

"Luck can't be that bad."

Before the words fell, a roar had already come from afar, and then the huge third-order creature had already rushed towards it!

There is an old saying in the empire Well, there are a lot of old sayings in the empire, and one of them is: luck is also part of strength.

When the third-order contractor and the demon fought, the scope of the impact was certainly very huge, but wasn't it just a few kilometers away, how could it be so coincidental that it happened to be thrown in front of him?

Moreover, the demon did not go to the Holy Son in the first place after shooting Mo Lan away, but came to kill Mo Lan, and the reason may be that His Royal Highness the Holy Son has found a safe place, or has somehow hidden his whereabouts; It could also be that as long as Moran didn't die, she wouldn't give the demon time to find her master.

In short, a third-order great demon appeared in front of Sherlock!

Fortunately, the huge creature was not attracted by the three tiny humans in front of it, it still locked onto the maiden servant, and before the smoke and dust could keep up with its furious body, it had already rushed in the direction of the complex again.

Sherlock had never seen a third-order demon, and naturally it was impossible to know what kind of lethality the third-order demon had, but at this moment, the huge body was like a walking meat grinder, instantly shattering all the building debris that came into contact with him, those hard cement, the steel bars inlaid inside, the concrete polymer that human beings are proud of, can shelter from the wind and rain, and even resist earthquakes, in front of it is as vulnerable as a cake covered with soft cream, as long as the simplest touch, It will be blown apart and turned into a ridiculous scumbag.

This is the shock that a third-order demon gave to the human race, it didn't even make an attack action, it just walked over, it was already crushed, and it was unstoppable.

Now, Sherlock finally knew why all demons who had reached the third order had to be sealed on the island of Odilia.

Because of this creature, it is impossible for any human to fight against it, only a military-level armed group, or another third-order demon, or the invincible Dante.

So such a guy appeared in the central area of a city, no matter how it came over, how many people paid during this period, how many people paid for the open and secret battles and conspiracy calculations, anyway, there is nothing to stop it at this moment!

A man and two women could only hide behind a large piece of rubble, listening to the roar of the demon not far away, and it smashed through the ruins, as if trying to find the maid or her body, but after a few unsuccessful searches, it stopped, crouched on the ruins, and began to examine everything around it with blood-colored eyes.

Nightingale's face was pale, and there was a palpable fear in her eyes, while Nopa was already trembling, and she could see the cold sweat running down her young cheeks.

But no one dared to scream, let alone run out in a panic, at this angle, as long as they got out of the cover of the cover, they would definitely be seen by the demon, and no one thought that they could survive in front of such a terrifying behemoth.

Like a caged bird, a trapped beast waiting to die, this is despair.

However, Sherlock did not despair at this moment, or his brain was running wildly, so that he did not want to pay attention to the insignificant despair.

The speed of the third-order demon just now was firmly remembered by him, and the resounding roar could clearly show its terrifying power, the huge fist struck vertically up and down, and the bone joints could not be reversed, Sherlock focused on recalling every movement of the other party in the face just now, and even because there was no skin wrapping, the exposed scarlet muscle texture could give him more information, the habitual attack method, direction, strength, speed, etc., etc., I don't know if these analyses are useful or notIn short, all of them were presented in his mind, waiting for him to pick them up.

finally

"Wait for me to go out in a moment, you run in this direction." He said in a suppressed voice.

"What?!" Nightingale was stunned and looked at Sherlock incredulously, and at the same time saw that his hand was pointing in one direction, and in the chaos of the surrounding wreckage and firelight, there was a faint gap obscured by rubble leading into the distance.

That seemed to be the way to be alive

But why do you say, 'Wait for me to get out?' ’

Nightingale immediately understood the other party's intentions, and she looked at the man in front of her firmly: "Let's go together." ”

But it was this firmness that made Sherlock smile: "Heh, you don't think I'm the kind of follower who wants to sacrifice himself to buy you time to escape, right?" ”

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone

"I've probably taken a look at the surrounding environment, and this should be the only reliable escape route, but at least someone has to attract that big guy for a while, otherwise it will throw a big rock or something like that, and it can block our only way out, IMHO, if you two can spend more than five seconds with it, I will definitely leave you two alone now, I'm a very realistic person."

Speaking of which, Sherlock gradually entered a state of concentration, and his attitude became more and more cold:

"So don't talk nonsense with me, if you want to die, stay here."

No one would speak to Miss Nightingale in such a tone, and even when people see Miss Nightingale, they will be captivated by her extreme beauty, attracted to her noble and noble status, or adored by her.

However, at this time, Sherlock's exorcism was so cold, but his expression was so focused.

All this fell into Nightingale's eyes, and she couldn't help but have another meaning, but before she had time to taste it, the man in front of her suddenly turned over and rushed out of the bunker in disregard, and the speed was almost out of sight, but the third-order demon still caught this figure at the first time, it raised its huge palm, and the wind that carried enough to sweep people into it, fiercely slapped towards Sherlock!

"Boom!"

With such a casual slap, all the building debris in its path was destroyed, and even the broken steel bars and rubble that flew out could easily take away a few unlucky lives.

Sherlock's thin body was directly vibrated at this moment, but fortunately, he adjusted his posture in time, so that he was not miserable and was shocked to the ground by the aftermath.

Meanwhile!

"Miss, let's go!" Nopa didn't even dare to look at the huge demon, and he grabbed Nightingale's hand and ran desperately towards the gap, Nightingale could only let it be dragged, and at the same time looked back at the small figure that was almost engulfed in the flames, and her heart was sour and painful for a moment, not knowing whether she was frightened by the hellish scene, or sad because of the dead people, or because of the detective whose name she had not yet had time to remember.

Sherlock was dodging, running, like a flying leaf in the face of a huge, insane force.

In fact, he was a little surprised that he could do it to this extent, if it had been a few days ago, he would have been slapped to death!

But he dared to break out of the bunker, definitely not to consume it like this forever, and it was absolutely impossible to tear through the body of such a demon with the physical strength of a human being, so it was undoubtedly a stupid act to consume with a third-order demon, after all, the other party can make countless mistakes, and as long as he makes a mistake once, it will turn into a lump of meat.

So. He's waiting.

Ten seconds passed

Thirty seconds passed

A minute passed.

Sherlock suddenly pulled his neck and shouted, "How long are you going to rest, I can't hold on!" ”

With this shout, in the pile of rubble in the distance, Moran's bloodied figure finally walked out, her maid outfit had all shattered into ashes, revealing the black and blue battle outfit that wrapped her tall body underneath.

Looking at the frenzied scene in the dust, Moran had to look at this person who could be called a friend by His Highness the Holy Son.

It was clearly stated in the file that he was just a pure novice who had gone through the canonization ceremony for three months, but at this moment, he was actually facing a third-order demon! And under that crazy offensive, I can buy myself a minute of respite!

This is no longer a phenomenon that can be explained by common sense.

But think about it, how can the person known by the master be a mortal.

So, Moran almost paranoid chose to believe the other party, although this belief seems so absurd and blind, but there is no other way than to believe.

In the next moment, she was already rushing towards the demon, ignoring her exhausted body, her twisted limbs, her ribs scraping at the lobes of her lungs, and the deadly pain that emanated from every inch of her body!

"I'll drag it here, you go find the contractor!"

She shouted.

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock barely hesitated, instantly pulled out of the war zone, and then turned into a black shadow, past the flames and ruins, and rushed in a certain direction!

It was as if he already knew where the demon's controller was hiding

(End of chapter)