In the distance, Moran was once again smashed to the ground.

It is impossible for a human being to be an opponent of a third-order archdemon, not even a contractor of the same rank. This is a natural gap between species.

So how long has Moran been holding out under the attack of this demon?

Five minutes? Or ten minutes?

She didn't know it herself

She couldn't see, the blood flowed into her eyes, and then coagulated into patches of blood scabs under the scorching fire, and she couldn't hear it, and the sound of the explosions in her ears had already made her eardrums unresponsive.

She was in such pain that it seemed as if a rib had been inserted into her lung, but fortunately she had avoided the main blood vessels and the heart; The muscles were cracked, the tendons had already broken under the hard resistance, and as the broken bones hung beside her, the bruises under the skin were not visible under the wrapping of the combat uniform, and the hair was soaked with blood, and she should not be able to move even a finger.

Then she stood up again, staggering, almost a gust of wind could blow it down, but beyond the ordinary sense, she squeezed out a trace of strength from nowhere, and rushed quickly towards the behemoth in front of her.

She seemed to have forgotten that she should be dead but was paranoid that as long as she delayed for a while, maybe the rescue team would be able to rush over, maybe her master would be safe, maybe. Maybe the master's friend will be able to kill the demon's controller.

Well, a novice contractor, of course, it is impossible to kill a third-order powerhouse.

But that person named Sherlock is very powerful, maybe he can hurt the other party, and maybe even affect his control of the demon and destroy the other party's perception!

That person has already brought too many surprises to himself, so he will definitely be able to bring himself an even more incredible shock again, and maybe he will be able to stun the other party at the end of his life!

Even if it's just for a few minutes of fainting

And themselves.

Moran didn't know what else she could do, she couldn't open her eyes, she only felt a huge gust of wind coming towards her, but her body could no longer make evasive movements, so she could only let the huge force fan herself away, and then hit the wall not far away, slowly sliding down.

But she didn't feel any more pain, probably because the pain had reached a limit where she couldn't apply any more pain, but overall, it was a good thing, because she should be able to stand up again!

Stand up again, even once!

The demon walked towards her step by step, and the blow just now luckily tore open the congealed blood from her eyelids, allowing Moran to see something through the tiny crack.

She saw the demon clasp his hands together and raise them high above her head!

That's the power that contains a thousand jun.

Although at this moment, Moran didn't want to be rational anymore, but she still hated her sanity so smoothly, and then found that she couldn't move, her legs were completely out of her control, maybe the nerves extending from the brain had been broken, so that those crazy wails, let themselves stand up again, into the most weak whimper.

All right

"Goodbye, master"

She muttered almost out of consciousness.

Maybe it's because her subconscious has sensed that life has finally come to an end, this moment of dying, she wants to say something, similar to love, similar to bonding, similar to her own companionship by her master's side in the past years, the back of the hard work until the early hours of the morning, or the tough but unfamiliar kiss in that night.

She suddenly felt very happy, because in this world, maybe only she knows that the master is still not very good at things after all

But she still didn't say the simple word.

Because the Maid's Handbook doesn't have that word.

So, say goodbye.

She fell, in a pool of blood that flowed from her own

Finally closed his eyes.

Therefore, she didn't see that the demon was also falling to the ground at this moment, just like herself, and made a loud noise! Then, it began to convulse, the muscles of its whole body began to spasm wildly, and the death of the summoner also gave it a fatal feedback, and its body began to crumble, decompose, and the terrifyingly strong muscles seemed to die in an instant, shriveled and withered, and finally turned into an inactive blue-gray.

Eventually, motionless.

Everything around finally fell silent

In the whole sea of fire, there was nothing roaring, no more roaring and exploding sounds, and all the gas pipes were reduced to wreckage, only the flames continued to burn.

I don't know how long it took.

A huge whistling sound swept through the sky, and then more than a dozen air-to-ground steam take-off and landing planes that could only appear in the most difficult military missions flew rapidly, and the giant wings that were seven or eight meters long spun rapidly, obviously more than sixty meters high from the ground, but brought a violent wind, blowing sand and rocks below.

Farther away, more steam chariots drove along the broken road, their wheels rumbling over the wreckage of buildings on the ground.

It is hard to imagine that in the city of London, there can be so many newly developed combat mechanical units of the Mechanical Institute, many of which are even beyond the imagination of ordinary citizens, because they have never appeared in the newspapers.

Immediately after that, a number of people jumped out of the take-off and landing planes, ignoring the damage of falling from a height, slamming directly into the ground, and then the well-trained scattered and began to search for targets, some of them running faster than the machines crossed the collapsed buildings one by one, and joined the search team.

These people came late, for various reasons, some were deployed to other places in advance, some were unable to get out because of some strange orders, and even more than half of the mechanical units were suddenly notified of the temporary maintenance of the steam turbine because they didn't know why today.

In short, they did not realize that there was a force that was delaying them, until they learned that an unprecedented air crash had taken place in the center of London, until they learned that the Holy Son of the Holy See and His Excellency Nightingale were all within the scope of the air crash.

These people finally panicked, and they rushed over desperately, but it was still too late.

But fortunately, after these rescue teams arrived at the scene of the disaster, they showed all the qualities they should have, and in just ten minutes, the search area was spread over an area with a diameter of two or three kilometers, and soon, in a huge pile of corpses, His Highness the Holy Son was found unconscious.

In the next few hours, the fire was extinguished, and those who died did not know how to count them, and in the following reports, and in the panic, grief, questioning and condemnation from the citizens of London, it was not known how many measures would be taken to quell the anger caused by the disaster, and even how much the government would have to pay, and how much the faith of the Holy See would be affected.

and most importantly. Where did this catastrophe come from?

Fortunately, these are not issues that rescue teams should consider.

His Highness the Holy Son has been sent to the nearest medical institution, and the entire hospital should be requisitioned, and then stationed in a group of the most elite medical teams, and even those geniuses of the Life Science Academy may be invited.

And in another area of the disaster, the rescue team found Miss Moran unconscious.

The maiden servant who had been following His Highness the Holy Son seemed to be unable to survive, but the faintest beat of her heart still allowed the rescue team to carry her body, which would break apart almost at any moment, onto the ambulance transport.

As for the demon that fell beside him, it was obvious that it had completely lost its vitality, but its body still needed to be transported, and a third-order great demon was secretly brought out of the demon breeding ground without any records, which must have gone through countless channels, and I believe that there will soon be a professional team to investigate it in the most detailed way.

As for the contractor of this demon.

It took several more hours to finally find it in a church a kilometre outside the fire.

The corpse lay on the floor of the church in an extremely tragic way, the heart was dug out alive, and there were obvious traces of battle around the field, and it didn't take much experience to see that it was because of the death of the contractor that the third-order great demon was counterattacked and died.

But the strange thing is .

No one was found fighting the contractor at the scene.

(End of chapter)