The roar of gunfire rang out in Sherlock's ears.

The flying rubble kept hitting him like hard raindrops.

In fact, if you look at the behavior of these two people at this moment from the way of thinking of a normal person, it is undoubtedly absurd.

The fact that they were able to sneak into that building without a sound, only a glass of glass away from Emperor Augustine was certainly the most powerful performance, and if they were lucky, these two guys might go down in history as the first person in the history of the Holy Dynasty to successfully kill the emperor.

However, the moment their identities are revealed, then all the hiding and persistence is actually meaningless.

Because no matter what, it is impossible for two people to fight against the defenses of a city, although they can kill many people, in that building they killed more than twenty people, and when they came out, they killed nearly forty people, and after they rushed out of the ground, they killed more than a dozen.

But what can it be, even if you kill another hundred people, these two people can use their strong strength to dodge under the suppression of firepower, and even take the time to counterattack a few shots, but those guards only paid a larger number of bullets, and some damage to buildings, to put it bluntly, in the end, it is just a matter of finding a team of men to clean up the battlefield, and spend some money to repair it, and the city can be intact again.

And the invaders have no response, no supplies, even if they can kill people and grab guns, but they will eventually be tired and hungry, in such a tragic environment, every second of consumption is extremely terrible, these two people can hold on for so long, it is already a miracle.

They are still alive and enough to be respected by all the garrison.

But that doesn't stop them from dying soon.

Especially after the dispatch of the third echelon, this is already an unchangeable fact.

Sherlock rushed into the corner of a building, getting a brief respite, some of the shrapnel embedded in his body would not hurt his muscles and vital organs, but it still ached.

A streak of blood slipped from his forehead, and he wiped it, some of the blood seeping into the corners of his mouth, making him taste the slightest fishy sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

He thought that if his analytical ability could be extreme enough to identify the components in the blood through changes in taste, could he become some kind of humanoid disease detector, and then he could become a doctor as long as he smelled the patient's body.

Well, this kind of idea will definitely not be realized, and even if it does, it will be too boring to sit in the clinic every day.

Boring

I don't know if anyone has ever said such a sentence: A boring life is better than death.

This kind of statement must have come from a madman with an abnormal head.

But Sherlock has a very deep sense of identification with this kind of words, and even he has been pursuing this feeling all his life. The reason why life exists is not just to eat, sleep, reproduce, and then die is too boring.

It is precisely because of this that Sherlock will come to this ancient city without being dissuaded, wanting to kill a king who has abdicated.

Of course he knew how crazy this behavior was.

He certainly knew that Augustine the Great had abdicated and turned into an old man.

Of course, he knew that this old man was seriously ill, and even if he didn't kill him, he would die.

But none of this was what he wanted.

Some people must have said that this kind of assassination is too impulsive and risky, and it would be much easier to plan for a while, wait for a more opportune moment, wait for him to go to a more loosely guarded village, or return to his former hometown to retire, and then shoot him down.

Theoretically, it's a lot simpler.

But this theory does not apply to Sherlock, otherwise, he would think that all assassins in the world should work hard, pay attention to their health, and then live a few years longer than the target, so that when they attend the other party's funeral, they can deceive themselves and say, I killed you

If you really want to kill someone, you have to kill, do your best to kill, kill desperately, if you want to kill in the morning, then you have to soak in the other party's blood and fall asleep at night.

The moment Moriarty said that the old man didn't have to die, Sherlock had already decided all this, and he didn't want to wait any more day, otherwise, what fun would there be in killing.

It's just that my own impulses with paranoia and character flaws have hurt Watson.

As soon as he thought of this, Sherlock looked sideways, and then saw a series of silent gunfire suddenly flashing in the shadows on the other side of the road, and I don't know how many more guards died under the gun, and Watson quietly jumped onto a platform before revealing his whereabouts, and under the momentary moonlight, illuminated his slightly opened eyes with excitement.

All right~

Looks like the guy is having fun with it, too

And just then, suddenly, from the distant street, there was a roar that was getting closer and closer.

The roar crossed the street, drowned out the gunshots and shouts, and rushed into everyone's ears with ferocity.

Everyone knows what that means.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, trying to glance in the direction from which the voice was coming from, but just turned his head to find that the fire on the other side of the wall was so fierce that he had suppressed himself behind the wall, and he couldn't get out of sight.

The dust turned into dense points of light in the moonlight, and the flames dyed these points of light into scorching stars, and the alarms and bells in the distance did not stop for a moment, and the fragments of the wall that followed the explosion of gunfire were flying around them at a terrifying speed, as if the fire was trying to cut the wall behind them.

And all of this is actually not as breathtaking as the roar that comes from afar.

A demon. The Great Demon of the Third Order.

No, not one, in the midst of all these roars, Sherlock could still guess with some subtle details that there were three, or even four, demons moving in this direction.

He couldn't help but smile, feeling that these guards really looked up to themselves.

After taking a few deep breaths, the smell of gunpowder smoke around him also seemed to have some 'blues' effect, which lifted Sherlock's spirits a little.

The wall behind him should be able to support for a minute, at that time, it will be blown through by the terrifying projectile, and by the way, his body will be sawed in two, Sherlock silently raised a gun that he had just snatched from the guards, and analyzed the direction of the shrapnel from the dust that exploded around him, anyway, the gun can only shoot in a straight line, so it is easy to guess where the densest soldiers gathered behind him.

Well, this speculation is just a habit, in fact, he can hit quite a few enemies as long as he sweeps in a general direction.

In short, Sherlock hid in cover, using the smallest way to expose his body, shot at the other side of the wall, and it took a few seconds to empty the magazine, and then he picked up another gun and repeated the action just now.

The shock of the back is getting stronger and stronger, the originally extremely thick wall has only a thin layer left, Sherlock's expression is extremely calm, knowing that he can't stay here any longer, so he suddenly jumped up, kicked the wall with a ferocious foot in the air three or four meters high, and used the shock to kick his body out of the way, and entered the shelter of a building next to him, this height should be regarded as a blind spot covered by the opposite fire, and in the process, the gun in his hand did not stop for a moment.

But even so, he still received a few shots in the thigh, fortunately, his strong physical fitness made him not care about this injury, but when he fell to the ground, he made a heavy muffled sound, in this gap, he tried to tear a void crack in the crowd, after all, there was a third-order great demon appearing, so does it mean that the concentration of the surrounding demon tranquilizer will be somewhat reduced.

However, these guards were the most professional soldiers, and at regular intervals, one of them would carry a large jar on their backs, constantly spraying the gas evaporated from the demonic tranquilizer, so that the void rift could not appear in the crowd at all.

In the distance, where the sedative was a little thinner, it was difficult to find a position that could tear open the crack, but the black outline that had just appeared would be hit by dense firepower, and the demon that had just crawled out would be blown to pieces in an instant.

And in the process, what should have come has finally come.

A large humanoid demon had arrived at the back of the crowd.

At the same time, a creepy demon that looked like a stick insect crawled over the top of the building, its barbed body obscuring the moonlight.

Sherlock rolled on the ground, hiding himself in a thicket, and through the thickening smoke, he saw a huge horned lizard crawling around a building twice at a rapid pace, then quickly spitting scarlet letters in the air.

On the other side of the building behind him, a loud 'squeak' sound indicates that there is also a demon there, looking for traces of its prey.

I seem to have been surrounded.

Gradually, the gunfire began to weaken and soon stopped.

Of course, this is not that these soldiers have given up the attack, but they feel that since the demons of the third echelon have arrived, then they don't have to play with the rain of bullets.

The effect of fire suppression is to make those two invaders have no escape route, and now that there are four third-order demons, then, there is no possibility for the invaders to 'escape', because as long as they show their heads, there is only one way to die.

Therefore, the captains of several surrounding squads invariably made some military gestures.

Immediately afterwards, the assembled soldiers were skillfully divided into teams of five, armed with guns, and slowly approached the construction area shrouded in smoke and dust in front of them.

Sherlock hid in the bushes behind a wall, and the frenzied suppression of fire suddenly stopped, and the silence around him made the sound of footsteps extremely clear.

He knew that the guards had already begun to look for him, and if he did, he would have basically pronounced his own death sentence.

It is impossible for humans to fight against third-order demons, and even if they can, it is impossible to deal with four at the same time, so those footsteps that are getting closer and closer are like a stopwatch of death, and they are walking towards them step by step.

(End of chapter)