No one knew what Sherlock said when he was at the height of his weakness.

His voice was too small to reach the ears of the soldiers.

Even Baskerville, who was lying on the ground, could not even hear clearly, he had extremely strong muscles, but it was impossible for people to exercise the muscles on his face, so in that inexplicable fear, he could only tremble, and bear the full force of the other party with his face until his face was covered with blood and a few teeth fell out.

But it didn't matter, Sherlock didn't care if someone heard a small mutter.

Some people are like that, he doesn't care much about the eyes of the people around him, if Sherlock really wanted to be a famous detective, his name would have been resounding all over London, but he didn't.

He just loves the feeling of solving puzzles, the satisfaction of a case being settled in his own hands.

That's all.

He doesn't really care about the law, and he doesn't care if those murderers are really sentenced to death in the legal sense, otherwise, he wouldn't have stacked those guys every time and sent them to the police station, because in his own heart, when he puts those people in a suitcase, that's when the case ends.

In his life, he has handled many cases, and each one of them has been closed according to the result he hoped.

He killed Badr, and he didn't care if this guy was in the bill of the Holy See and should be sent to the Inquisition, because he thought he deserved to die; He told the poor fellow, who had been controlled by the Gouging Demon, to turn himself in, for he was too lazy to escort him, and he didn't have a suitcase with him; He asked Watson to talk to the Pope all night because he thought it would be good; He let the blood of Vice Dean Holke dripble all over the courtroom floor, and even when there was evidence, he didn't bother to wait for Miss Nightingale to arrive, because he felt that the Vice Dean was worthy of this ending.

This kind of behavior of putting one's preferences and thoughts above the laws of the empire is undoubtedly a manifestation of extreme conceit, but he has maintained this attitude for so many decades, and he has long been accustomed to it

But

There was one case that he didn't close.

Even the summons of the suspect was not made, the people did not know the truth, the murderer was not brought to justice, let alone punished in any way, and he was still admired and worshiped by all the people of the empire.

This feeling made Sherlock very uncomfortable. It was so uncomfortable that when I saw the photo of the old man in the newspaper, I felt that the whole newspaper became extremely unpleasant.

So, Sherlock wanted to close the case, he wanted the whole empire to know about the old man's evil deeds, and then let the greatest emperor roll down from that high position, while everyone was shocked by his evil deeds. Really, unaided.

That's the way he wants to close the case!

And he has been working hard for this matter, Watson and Mrs. Hudson have already sent that hard-won evidence to all levels of the empire, in the hands of extremely powerful people, Moriarty's kid, even wrote a letter directly and mailed it to the old man who lived in a secluded town.

Everyone is doing something very important, and all they have to do is to crush the chips of Augustine the Great's re-election as emperor, so that his dream of prolonging his life will come to naught, and only in this way can he feel comfortable.

But at this time, some people want to hinder themselves. This made him a little irritable, a little angry, and made him feel in the way, so he started a little harder.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Dante." He muttered.

Then he closed his eyes.

Take a break. Take a break.

Everything finally fell completely silent.

Under the moonlight, the two demons were exhausted to the extreme, and one of their contractors fainted, and the other closed his eyes tiredly, so they stopped moving.

But the tentacles that burrowed into the body of the giant demon were still moving, and they were still frantically searching for the nerve bundles buried in the muscles, trying to burrow into the other party's spine, to find the point where the nerves were most densely connected between the brain and the body, and occupy it.

It's like the countless times it has been occupied in the past.

However, as time passed, the tentacles seemed to find themselves unable to penetrate each other more deeply. It was as if the demon had surpassed the limits of the tentacles' control.

According to Sherlock's current level, he should already be able to control the third-order archdemon, and Crimson is the best example.

So why can't this Baskerville hound?

These tentacles certainly couldn't think about it, they just followed their instincts and kept trying, digging into those thick nerves little by little, but in the end they were of no use, and they could only be silently annihilated in the huge flesh

But if Sherlock were asked to think about it, he would definitely think of the answer immediately.

Just like when he first became a contractor, in fact, he couldn't control dozens of demons at one time, at that time, he also started with the first corrosive dog, and then slowly increased, and slowly reclaimed the field, summoned the ash carriage, and climbed the number of his demon legions to nearly a hundred.

The tentacles' abilities are not endless, and with Sherlock's current ability, he should only be able to control a third-order archdemon.

But he didn't realize the problem now, he just closed his eyes, fell asleep, and didn't even fall asleep, because he was already tired and unconscious, and in the process, his body began to recover slowly, and the wound was healing little by little.

This silence also spread among the escort team of nearly 100 people, the posture of rushing into the demon battle with a human body just now, the thrilling scenes of those crazy bombardments under the snowy night, the unforeseen transformation of everything from madness to stillness in the end, and the instantaneous change of attack and defense, the evil ghosts bathed in blood that broke out in despair, I don't know how much shock it gave these people.

In that long ten minutes, they seemed to witness a cruel scene that they had never dared to imagine in their dreams in their lives, and their brains had no time to think at all, so they could only passively accept it, and at this moment, everything was calm, and finally some people summed it all up, and then gasped loudly, as if only in this way could they calm down their hearts.

Then some whispers rang out.

Some unbelievable subconscious swear words, as well as some incoherent interjections, also appeared one after another.

These people are starting to get excited! Some sweat finally oozed from his pores, and he began to rejoice, and began to snort excitedly, as if to declare the victory of a certain battle, although he himself had nothing to do with it.

But in the midst of this brief complex emotion, someone suddenly realized something, and then frowned

Now that the battle is over, what's next?

Will that bloody guy hold on? Now there is no village in front of this place, there is no shop in the back, all the locomotives are scrapped, the surrounding area is empty and uninhabited, and there is no phone for help.

Are you going to carry that guy back to London?

It would take dozens of hours to walk, and he wouldn't die halfway through.

Also, in a few hours, the final results of this experiment will begin, and with the current situation, how can it be in time?

The last show ended in failure, and this time a large number of people were gathered in a short period of time, and if it can't even start in the end, there will be some very negative effects, although it can be blamed on someone blocking it halfway, postponing the show for a few more months, and waiting for the injury to heal.

But. The Imperial Inheritance Ceremony is about to begin.

The newly developed potion was also like a glittering cake, attracting everyone's attention.

At this time, even if Lord Dante personally went out of the mountain and asked people to wait a little longer, it is estimated that it will be impossible.

What to do.

Although the battle was won.

But it seems, lost again.

As soon as I thought of this, all of a sudden, the excitement in the whole crowd and the throbbing of the rest of the life seemed to fade a lot, and everyone gradually realized what this silence meant, and began to look at each other, and then saw some confusion and helplessness.

Although I have heard that the greater the reform, the more difficult the journey.

But I never thought that it could be so difficult why, why!

From despair to finding a glimmer of life, and from life to despair, the whole sky seemed to darken, the moon became dull, and the time seemed to have come to the darkest time in the early morning, and the night wind began to be cold and blew into everyone's hearts.

"Fuck the grass."

Some whispered curses made all the previous efforts seem so pity and pathetic.

And that's when .

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Suddenly, there was a dull roar in the distance, not too big, nothing compared to the previous roar.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from, and then their eyes couldn't help but widen!!

Witnessing those brutal battles, fights for their lives under the moon, battles between life and death, and demonic battles like the heavens and the earth shattering, they were all greatly shocked in the process!

However, none of them showed the unbelievable of the moment.

I saw that at the junction of the white snow field and the pitch-black sky, the red and white demon slowly stood up.

It was tired and hunched at the waist, its body was scarred, a large piece of exoskeleton on its shoulder even had extremely clear tooth marks, and a few bloody holes and cracks in the bones looked so shocking.

But it stood up.

He carefully pinched the bloody, unconscious small body and gently placed it in the palm of his hand.

In this way, facing the shallow white light that had just risen in the sky, he staggered and walked in the direction of the military base.

(End of chapter)