Hopkins didn't bother with the delay of more than a second, and after so many days, he already knew exactly how to get along with Sherlock.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what a shocking thing that guy throws at him, just focus on what he does.

[As long as I don't have a long heart, no one can shake my heart!] 】

He didn't know if there was such an old saying in the empire, anyway, he just did it, or rather, the instantaneous staggering just now, hitting and blocking each other, made him reflexively enter the normal combat thinking.

In a thought, he subconsciously forgot that Sherlock was a pure novice who had just had a contractual relationship with a big demon, and followed the inertia of his thinking, and directly used all his strength, because his fighting method was only full strength, only to see that the demon called [Black Front] in the field retreated with a touch, swept out a distance of more than forty meters, leaned down and remained motionless, from extremely fast to extremely quiet, during which there was almost no buffer, his waist was curled up, and his limbs were weak but as hard as steel to the ground. It looks like a black reef in the middle of the ocean, washed away for countless years.

But of course it couldn't stay still, Sherlock looked at the huge curled up body from a distance, and could clearly feel what a terrifying burst of power was in it.

Hopkins says that his demons are only suitable for instantaneous dashes and explosions, and that is what he is most proud of.

It is of course unfair and unreasonable for a genius third-order contractor who has been immersed in the contract for many years to deal with a novice who has established a contractual relationship with all his might.

But Hopkins didn't seem to realize this problem at this moment, his control of his demon was completely in one go, and there would be no hesitation in the middle, because hesitation was equivalent to digging his own grave for a demon with extremely poor staying power, he only had the advantage of speed, so fast that everything was just a subconscious reaction, and when he remembered again, the detective in front of him was just a newcomer, and everything was too late.

Because the reef has already moved reflexively!

As soon as it moved, it was no longer a reef, but a violent meteor that crossed the atmosphere, the streamlined body seemed to be born to grow in order to break through the resistance of the air, and the moment it curled up just now was to tense the muscles of the whole body, and at this moment it exploded instantly, and the explosive feet almost brought out a scorched burning smell.

Faster than the blink of an eye, faster than the sound, before the explosion was heard in the ear, the streamer had already bloomed, the bright sharp blade was within a space of dozens of meters, and even the surrounding air did not react, silently, without wind and waves, stabbing into the opponent's chest.

"It's broken!"

Hopkins instantly broke out in a cold sweat because of his own demons, and in countless blasting exercises, he had become accustomed to using the blade directly! And in this instantaneous rush process, I have no way to control this fatal blow, I have no time to regret it, and the cold sweat on my body has no time to gush out of the pores around my body!

And at this moment, Sherlock's eyes didn't blink, and even opened a little wider for some reason, as if he wanted the dark pupils to swallow more light, and under the refraction, he could see more things and more details.

Although the blade is fast, it is not as fast as the light, and the thousands of rays of light are not as fast as the thoughts.

So, Sherlock's thoughts began to fly, thoughts began to surge, the silent blade approached Crimson's chest, in the sharp light, Crimson's huge body began to fall backwards, toes jumped off the ground, at the same time, tons of weight under the action of gravity, there was no borrowing force, just by the muscles of the waist twisted, the huge body volleyed in the air, a big hand slowly reached out in the slow time, lightly touched the side of the opponent's blade!

And under the normal speed of time, I saw the crimson slender body suddenly lean back, and then suddenly, the whole body hung upside down, and quickly drew an incredible arc in mid-air.

The blade passed against the exoskeleton of the opponent's fingertips, and the terrifying speed rubbed a huge spark, and at this point, the whistling sound that broke through the air came to the ears violently, accompanied by the huge red and white body that fell to the ground in the explosion, but it was forcefully pressed on the ground with the other arm, supporting the body that lost its balance, and jumped out of a large distance again, and then finally fell to the ground, and fell out of the distance with a bang.

And Hopkins's contract demon was not comfortable, and the fatal blow he received in exchange for sprinting with all his strength failed, and the impact that was not released in time could not be released at all, and he rushed out directly along the force, fell miserably to the ground, and then rolled to the end of the entire field until he hit the wall on the edge, and then finally stopped.

Hopkins silently looked at the dust raised in the field, the two huge figures looming in the dust, the sound that was still ringing in his ears, the fast-beating heart could not calm down for a long time, and he didn't even notice that the cold sweat that had just flowed out had already soaked through his clothes.

He didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if he was really stabbed just now.

I can't imagine how the other party flashed past.

I just felt that at that moment, the crimson in Sherlock's control made an almost impossible avoidance and stretch in the small space, turning into a red maple leaf in mid-air, blown by the wind, light as if it could not touch a trace of dust.

However, how could it be a maple leaf, that is, an incomparably huge and heavy third-order great demon, a behemoth whose bones and flesh were condensed together, weighing more than a dozen tons, could fly sand and rocks in an instant, and when it fell to the ground, it could cause the vibration of dust.

But no matter what, it just floated out like that, even if it stumbled and fell to the ground, it still didn't make people feel a little embarrassed, but it looked so smart and powerful.

Wait, fall to the ground?

Hopkins seemed to notice something, and only noticed Sherlock's demon, and for a moment forgot that his demon had also fallen to the ground.

Turning his head to look at the other side of the field, in the dust that had not dispersed, his [Black Blade] was spread out on the wall, with his head down, several feet pinned together, and the streamlined wings behind him fluttered a few times from time to time.

Just now, at what speed did this guy crash into it?

Hopkins didn't know, but at this moment, he let out a "wow~" sound and leaned over to retch.

"Are you alright?"

Sherlock actually felt dizzy for a while, because the fit between him and Crimson was really poor, and at that moment just now, he had to use visual capture and more than a second of prediction, as well as extremely fine avoidance, and quickly unload the power, otherwise, he would definitely hit his head directly against the wall like another demon.

"Wow————"

Hopkins retched again, then waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a little nauseous. Anyway, I'll just find a place to rest for a while. ”

"What about today's training.?"

"Gnea~" Hopkins doesn't pretend to be a senior now, and the speed of his hand swing is a little faster, and he is about to have an afterimage: "Don't worry, just continue tomorrow. I'll go to the break room for a while. ”

As he spoke, he struggled with the dizziness in his mind, and let his contract creature stagger back into the huge glassware, and then walked out of the arena without Sherlock's support, retching.

When I went up the stairs, I stepped on the air and almost fell to the ground.

At this point, Sherlock was the only one left in the entire space.

He manipulated the crimson in the distance and stood up little by little. Because of the momentary unloading just now, he was not too embarrassed, but at the same time, Sherlock also discovered the drawbacks of the connection between himself and Crimson.

That is. Stiff.

Extremely stiff!

Although he dodged Hopkins's full force blow in an unbelievable way just now, which was enough to make anyone's jaw drop, but in Sherlock's feeling, he was still extremely stiff, as if he was manipulating a patient with sequelae of cerebral infarction, and many trivial actions could not be completed, otherwise, he could have used the inertia of his arms and body to find a perfect balance on the ground when he fell out just now, and then used a backflip to unload the impact. Instead of rolling directly on the ground that far.

Under the weather. Not smooth.

There are many huge ventilation ducts around the field, so the dust between the fields is quickly blown away, and the huge body is slightly doggy, standing on the edge of the field, Sherlock looks at the big guy intently, and then with his own thoughts, he jumps up and down a few times, and then tries to use the shock of his limbs to the impact, so that his huge body can find a momentary feedback that does not need to slow down in the process of moving horizontally.

But it didn't work out

Of course, it is impossible to succeed, no contractor would delusionally let his demon do this kind of behavior, even a demon like Hopkins, who has reached an astonishing speed, can complete a straight line of rapid sprint according to the muscle memory formed by countless exercises, it is impossible to turn in the process, nor can it make any evasive movements, let alone change its move at that moment, jump, or use the flutter of its wings to change its speed and attack angle.

It is impossible for the human brain to complete these subtle manipulations in a short period of time, and even if someone really does these things by luck, they can only faint directly because of the exhaustion of mental power.

But Sherlock didn't know this, he just felt a little stiff, so he began to keep trying, practicing, because of the training just now, he had already taken off the brainwave helmet, in fact, if he didn't take it off, then the brain domain changes he showed at the moment should make the old Professor George hold those data again, and sit on the ground.

Finally, when the day came, Sherlock entered the established work again with a dissatisfying mind, and for many days to come, he had been in this mood, constantly working, practicing, working, practicing, going back and forth, and sometimes he didn't even practice with Hopkins, so he kept trying to make his own attempts, and the fit that should have been gradually perfected in a few months, or even more than a year, had reached the limit in a few days.

But Sherlock was still not satisfied, and he felt that he should be able to do better.

And on a clear night, the moon was finally visible in the London sky, and the bright light shone through the window above the factory, just bathing the huge crimson in it.

In the training room, Sherlock didn't turn on the lights, just sat quietly, reminiscing about the connection and feedback between himself and the demon over the past few days.

I thought of the data I gave during the day when I sat on the soul visualization device.

In the past few days, Professor George Sr. has been in a happy mood, and today he has given everyone another holiday, because he has found that the data is perfect enough, and it may only take another week to show the results of the experiment that everyone is convinced.

Even, he didn't care about that [Crimson] during this time, because the data of this third-order archdemon was no longer important, or rather, Sherlock had exceeded the quota too much, if it was needed in the end, it would be enough for him to do a few simple gymnastic movements in front of those military or investment people.

Anyway, the Darwin recovery plan has officially entered the final stage!

A miracle is about to appear, and he really can't wait to know what kind of expression the people of the entire empire will put on when that day.

As an indispensable part of this miracle, if not the most important part, Sherlock did not feel much joy, he just sat quietly in the empty training ground, took the last puff of cigarette, threw it on the ground, and trampled it out

He stood up, and then walked to the huge figure hidden in the darkness in the distance, some tentacles spread out of the darkness, and slowly squirmed towards the black shadow, climbing straight to its body, spreading up the slender but extremely powerful torso, and then spreading out like dense branches and leaves, along the main body of the spine, extending delicate and dense nerve veins.

A little bit.

Drilled into the crimson body, into the brain, into the spine, scattered like ink into the texture of the muscles.

Sherlock closed his eyes, no one knew how he felt now, but under the moonlight, the red torso, white bones, black tentacles, and silver light formed a very quiet and beautiful picture in the empty desert-like scene.

(End of chapter)