The Holy Light is undoubtedly the most mysterious thing in the world, there is no one.

In fact, in Sherlock's senses, hell is not something too difficult to understand, after all, he can see, he can touch, and he has been in contact with hell for more than half a year, where the environment is harsh, the temperature is very high, the buildings are weathered, and the sky is blood-red, but to some extent, it can barely be understood as a world where the ecology has been destroyed.

And demons, in fact, if you look at it irresponsibly, they are just a group of strange-looking monsters, after all, in the environment of hell, no matter what they look like, they can understand, and in order to survive, they can evolve a variety of abilities can also make sense, because hell has its own ecology, its own rules, since this is the case, then there is no need to speculate on it with realistic ideas.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is a big eyeball suspended in the sky, and it is not something that cannot be accepted.

But the Light is different.

The Holy Light is something that exists in the real world, even if it is really invisible and intangible, but it should always follow the laws of the real world.

[Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, formless, even able to understand the past and foresee the future.] 】

No matter how this sounds, it's a little too strange.

But for hundreds of years, textbooks have described the Light as such, and no one has studied the Light, let alone understood it, not even the servants of the gods who have been bathed in the Light all day, either because of the supreme respect for the Light by humans, or because it is simply untouchable.

In short, this mysterious thing makes Sherlock unable to see through it, unable to figure it out, and even just trying to understand it, he doesn't know where to start.

This is undoubtedly a great pity for a curious person.

In desperation, he could only think about the things in front of him first.

The factory covers a large area, and the moonlight passes through the clouds, through the fog, and through the glass above the factory, and there is not much light left, so only the gas lamps along the way guide Sherlock ahead.

As a metal door slowly opened, a larger space appeared in front of him, which was already an extension of the factory, originally a storage reservoir used to supply the surrounding huge steam pipeline water sources, but after transformation, it is now an exaggerated open space, at least about 10,000 square meters, in such a wide space, Sherlock and Professor George Sr. stood at the door, it was extremely small.

There were no staff in the factory area, the huge waterfall lantern hung overhead, the shadow of the person was blurred into a black giant crawling on the ground, and it continued to walk forward in one direction, until a few minutes later, it finally came to the deepest part of the warehouse, which was a space isolated by a huge curtain, the old George pulled the lever next to him, the curtain slowly rose, and a huge, nearly ten meters high glassware appeared in front of him.

The dark blue liquid, the bubbles that bubbled from time to time, and countless long needles of different colors connected to the thick pipes and inserted into the huge flesh.

Sherlock looked at the giant statue-like presence soaked in demonic tranquilizers, and the hand in the pocket of his trench coat, and couldn't help but shake it gently.

He had seen this guy once before in the Life Science Institute, but after meeting him again, he found that the red and white muscles and bones, and the excessively slender waist proportions, could still give him a surging sense of shock.

I really can't imagine what kind of environment can give birth to such a terrible creature.

Old Professor George stood beside Sherlock, and seemed to be infected by his unconcealed emotion, and exhaled deeply.

In fact, as a student of Professor Darwin, he is naturally one of the top researchers in demonology, and even went to Odilia Island many times on behalf of the Academy of Life Sciences to comfort the soldiers and researchers stationed there, and also conducted blood sampling of nearly 100 large demons.

He'd seen many, many demons, even more than the Imperial warriors on the front lines.

But every time he saw [Crimson], he would be subconsciously shocked by his appearance, because he had never seen such a demon.

From the perspective of the professional field, this demon has evolved a little too much like a 'primate', it has five slender fingers that can be opened, flexible knuckles, the distribution of the spine means that it has extremely rich internal extension nerves, broad shoulders, a forward-leaning head and neck, an overly slender waist, and exaggerated slender legs, if a human has such a distribution of bones and muscles, then he must have extremely powerful talents in all sports.

The most surprising thing is that this demon has evolved an exoskeleton that envelops its most important thoracoabdominal and back spine, as if it were born to fight.

The prerequisite for the evolution of a creature must be to eat and survive, which is common to both hell and earth, and after a variety of studies, all demonologists can determine this, so it is almost impossible for primates to evolve in the direction of focusing on combat, but to adapt and transform the environment.

And yet in front of this huge guy. It is for the sake of fighting, it is detached from the original purpose of evolution, it does not care about eating, it does not care about the efficiency and consumption of hunting, it does not care about the habitat, and it can't even live in groups, just like a lonely madman who seeks defeat, killing alone in hell, waiting to tear everything in sight, waiting to turn into a sharp sword in the tide of thousands of demons, desperately killing a target, and then being buried by countless demons around him, gnawing and devouring.

No one could have known how it had come to be, and Professor Darwin couldn't understand it, but among the countless demon candidates, he had his eye on this guy at a glance.

After a few minutes, the two men standing in front of the huge vessel finally calmed down their emotions.

"You want to make a pact with this big guy in advance?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Old George was a little puzzled, because the current experimental process is very stable, even if it is delayed for two days because of an accident, he doesn't have to care at all.

Moreover, the data generated by the experiment is becoming more and more gratifying and convincing, and it seems that it is not necessary to use a third-order great demon to prove the success of this experiment, and the brainwave patterns of nearly a hundred small demons are enough to shock the world!

"Don't worry, I won't delay the normal flow of the experiment, every day, I will complete the brainwave data in advance, to ensure that the staff in the factory maintain the original efficiency, at night, I will come here by myself to make some simple attempts, if you are afraid that something will go wrong, you can let Hopkins follow me, he is a third-order contract powerhouse, with him, plus the demonic sedative that is always ready to be sprayed, there should be no mess, please have a little confidence in me."

As for you asking me, why do you suddenly want to move the process forward?"

Sherlock said, then turned his head to look at the other party, and said lightly:

"Isn't it terrible for a guy to slaughter 20,000 people for the sake of a little selfish desire, or even just the possibility of satisfying a selfish desire?"

Old George was stunned, he was just a scientific researcher, and he didn't know what was hidden behind the disaster in London, so he didn't quite understand why Sherlock suddenly asked himself such a question, so he could only nod: "It's not just terrible, it's a little crazy." ”

"Then you will insist on not writing for 60 years for something that will not necessarily happen in the future?"

"Ah???h Old George frowned, completely unable to keep up with the other party's train of thought: "Of course it's impossible, who would do such a thing." ”

"yes, I thought at first that one person wouldn't be able to do such a thing." Sherlock looked at the giant demon in front of him and muttered, "So as you said, the experiment went well, and it could even be said that it was too smooth. There was such a big mess, and it was only delayed for two days, and it was still a mistake made by the insiders. A big event that is enough to change the world is going to be brought out by us in this small workshop.

It's the best ending, but I'm a person who thinks too much and sometimes shows some unnecessary caution.

So I'm just trying to push the process forward as much as I can.

It's not that I'm in a hurry, but I think I should respect my opponent."

(End of chapter)