Hopkins needs to be quiet.

This is a performance that he can only have after experiencing Sherlock's countless cognitive baptisms, and doing a lot of psychological construction and self-soothing in advance.

Otherwise, if another person came and heard what Sherlock said, and saw what he did, and then learned that it all happened in just 48 hours, then that person would definitely feel crazy.

Hopkins walked dozens of meters away, squatted in the corner of the wall, drew a few square triangles and other graffiti on the ground with his fingers, and then took a few deep breaths, feeling that the air in his lungs was all refreshed, and then calmed down and walked back.

I have to say that as a rare genius in the Inquisition under the Holy See for decades, his psychological endurance is indeed extraordinary.

"Actually, it's not just a turn of heads, I think you can skip all your basic training." He said solemnly.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, let's start practicing directly, even if there are some basic knowledge that needs to be explained, it can be told to you slowly in practice, and you can better understand, or that sentence, for the training of the three-stage big demon, the fastest way is to fight directly."

"Wait, the practical operation you said is direct combat? With you? ”

"Yes." Hopkins nodded: "Don't worry, I won't be heavy-handed at the beginning." ”

He said that in fact, it is impossible for a contractor who has just come into contact with a demon to conduct actual combat training, as if you have to teach a two-month-old child to fight freely, which is very incomprehensible.

But Hopkins felt that there was no problem!

As for Sherlock's side. His cognition of the third-order realm was almost equivalent to a blank piece of paper, so Hopkins said that he would directly engage in actual combat, so it was natural to agree.

Anyway, as ridiculous as it was, Hopkins let his demon out of the sedative-filled hatch and stood face to face with Crimson in the middle of the field.

Three-order, three-order.

It just came out of nowhere, without warning. If you let George. When Professor Romanis learns about this kind of thing, he will be furious!

But it's all already begun.

Hopkins didn't put on a trainer's posture, didn't even count down, or held his head high, waiting for the opponent to attack first.

If a contractor reaches the third rank, he will either be accepted by the Holy See and become a highly respected clergyman, or he will be sent to the front line to fight in the snow and ice for the survival and future of mankind.

In short, the battle is inevitable.

Then preparing for a sudden attack is also part of the training.

In an instant, before the sound came, the cold light had appeared, and Hopkins' contract demon was called [Black Edge], just because this guy's carapace was black, and there were two blades on his front paws, it seemed that as a genius, Hopkins' naming ability was still not very good.

But that doesn't stop his demons from possessing jaw-dropping speeds

This demon is too fast, not even any other outstanding, even the attack power is carried out at an astonishing speed, so just in this instant, the sharp front claws have smashed firmly into the center of Crimson's chest, fortunately no blade was used, otherwise this time, it would definitely be able to leave the clearest knife marks on Crimson's miserable white exoskeleton.

Sherlock saw this momentary movement, and he reacted, but unfortunately, after more than two hours of successful contract, he didn't let Crimson make an effective defensive move, and his hands moved slowly by 1 second.

At this moment, he clearly felt a huge impetus swept from in front of him, directly penetrating into his body, as if it was really like a hammer smashed on his chest, but this impact was only a reflection in his brain, and did not really bring direct damage to his body.

"Is this the connection between the third-order demon and the contractor, it feels more direct than the second-order demon."

He carefully experienced this strange feedback from the spirit, and thought it was very interesting, so with the impact of this moment, he took advantage of the momentum to make the huge demon body twist backwards, and the slender arm turned into a steel whip several meters long, slashing straight at the head of the opponent's demon, and the palm of the hand circled the air in front of him, bringing a gust of strong wind to the face.

There are inevitably some unavoidable difficulties for humans to manipulate third-order contract demons, that is, the mismatch between gravity and volume, the motion feedback caused by acceleration and weight, and the air resistance caused by the huge contact area, which cannot be simulated casually by imagination.

So it can only be adapted through countless trainings.

However, in the face of the blowing wind and the straight arm that went straight to his contract demon, Hopkins was subconsciously stunned, and in the next second, the forelimbs of the two demons collided together, and there was a harsh friction like a metal impact between the outer bones and the pitch-black bone armor. And then in that moment when the naked eye couldn't tell it, bang! Bang! Bang!

A dense burst of sound converged into a single syllable, and I don't know how many times the solid bones met under the exploding gas lamps overhead, leaving only a frenzied shadow that remained out of vision.

Hopkins frowned, he didn't quite understand why the demon who had just formed a contract relationship could block his offensive moves.

Although his demon didn't use a blade, he didn't perform his best long-range surprise attack and blast attack, but only performed some quick strikes within a very small range.

But it shouldn't be blocked.

The demon named [Crimson] must have a delay between thinking and action, which is a process that must be followed after the contract relationship is just established, just like the brain of a newborn needs to gradually take over the limbs, and it is impossible for someone to walk just after birth.

Moreover, after the first moment of staggering, he could clearly feel that between Sherlock and Crimson, there was a reaction time of about 1 second to 1.5 seconds.

Although this has been quite short-lived.

However, this is an inevitable delay, how can it suddenly disappear?

It's not a fucking genius to explain it

It's really impossible to explain, actually, it doesn't need to be explained.

Because the delay of more than a second has not disappeared, it still really exists.

It's just that Sherlock made a little bit of a prediction.

The protrusion of the arm must be accompanied by a bending and tightening action, and after seeing the speed of avoidance, he can calculate in advance where his body will be in a second, these are the simplest observations and calculations.

Anyway, Sherlock thinks, as a detective, to play a more than second in advance.

I guess it's a basic operation.

(End of chapter)