It was a black-blue light, which appeared out of thin air in the unmanned warehouse, and then the light extended up and down, getting bigger and bigger, like the eyes of a wild cat at noon

It was a crack in the void, a strange window between hell and earth.

No one knew what theory came about, but Professor Darwin had studied this phenomenon during his lifetime, but found nothing, so he devoted his energies to the development of demonology.

But everyone knew that under the shroud of the Holy Light, this void crack would not be torn too big, that is, it was impossible for a third-order large demon to appear outside the Antarctic continent.

It is a given phenomenon, just as a river is going to flow downward, and it is impossible for a waterfall to flow backwards to the sky; Just like human beings have to be born, old, sick and die, it is impossible for anyone to live forever; It's like the sun is a glowing sphere, it can't be a big eyeball. This is an absolute principle of this world, and no one will doubt this.

But at this moment, that void crack was getting longer and wider, and it seemed to have surpassed the form that a normal crack should have, until it was torn open by more than a meter, two meters, and five meters. More than seven meters.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise he would definitely be paralyzed on the ground in horror, feeling that his perception of the world in this life has been shattered, and then he will become a madman in a normal population.

And even more incredible, some terrible tentacles reached out from the cracks in the void

Roll the large jar full of demonic tranquilizers and drag it into the crack.

In the next second, the crack suddenly disappeared.

The entire underground warehouse fell silent again.

It's just that the demon named [Crimson] is missing

At the same time, on a road outside the ancient Roman city of law, fierce fighting continued.

In fact, the battle between a human and four large demons cannot be described by the word 'tragic', no matter how exaggerated.

Sherlock's body was already extremely weak, but fortunately, he ran fast enough just now, and in those few minutes, he rushed out of the city, so he gradually broke away from the demonic tranquilizer in the city, and was finally able to summon some demons.

However, again, he is too weak, in the time since the alarm sounded, he has suffered too many injuries, the demons in hell are under a large amount of consumption, there is no way to rush out on a large scale, and the thin potions in the air still have some limited abilities for those small demons in the first stage, so Sherlock can only persist like this, watching those sporadic demons become less and less under the attack of the other party's contractor, until they are gradually unable to resist.

On the other hand, those contractors, in fact, during this period of time, several of them have been in a trance, because they can't believe that a person can rush up the cliff in such a terrible gunfire, let alone believe that a human can blow out the eyeball of one of them in the face of the pursuit of four demons, but they finally understand why they need to dispatch the third echelon, because if they don't move, it seems that there is really no way to stop the guy who is extremely strong.

And now, there are constantly demons jumping out to protect the assassin, which makes those people a little doubtful whether they are dreaming.

But the good news is that it's coming to an end

That humanoid demon should be the strongest one in the third echelon, so he has violently broken out of the encirclement at this time, the huge body should be unstoppable for a human being, if Sherlock is in a healthy state, it is possible to fight this guy, but at this moment, he is already a little shaky to stand up, and in the face of the fist that fell from the sky, his brain reflected, he also knew what he should do, but his body could not give timely feedback.

Weakness, blood loss, serious injuries, fatigue, etc., etc., these states made it impossible for him to dodge the blow again.

In fact, this is a reasonable thing, and if you were any person, you should have died a long time ago.

So, let's get everything back to normal tonight.

The wind was swept up, the moonlight was obscured, and the wind pressure shook the hem of Sherlock's clothes, causing the remaining blood to fly upside down into the sky!

At this moment, Sherlock could only stretch out one hand and spread his five fingers, as if trying to catch the fist that seemed to destroy everything in this way.

But everyone knows that this is impossible!

finally

"Bang!" Bang!

A huge wave of air suddenly exploded in mid-air, and the terrifying impact sound resounded like thunder over the ancient city.

……

……

A void crack appeared!

One hand, caught the punch.

The crack was torn open in front of Sherlock's body, the crack was still small, and only one hand could be stretched out, that hand was large, and the back of the finger was covered with a layer of white armor similar to a bone, along with the wrist and arm behind it, little by little, clutching the fist that it was clenching tightly, and stretched out.

And as that huge arm stretched out little by little, the black-blue void crack became bigger and bigger!

One shoulder was revealed, and then the other large hand clinging to the thick knuckles, clasped the edge of the crack, and began to tear to the sides.

No one could believe the image because the space was torn apart. A skull poked out of it incrediblely, the slender and scarlet eyes, then the overly wide mouth, the forward spine, the chest full of cracks, creaking, the crack was like two worlds in a crazy confrontation, and the demon seemed to be born at this incredible moment, slowly stood up from the crack, and the body six or seven meters high rose up in the night.

At this moment, the people around them stopped, they stared blankly at the red and white demon, motionless, their eyes did not blink, the wind seemed to stop blowing, and the roars of the demons in their ears were gone, in short, they were completely stupid.

When did Sherlock become a contractor?

It seemed like it was still a rainy season, half a year ago, or seven or eight months ago, or longer.

At that time, he thought that his contract demon was a low-level hell worm, but many things happened after that, such as that so-called demon is actually more like a tentacle, such as the state of that tentacle is the same as the weird sun in the sky, such as these little guys can occupy other demons, such as the contact he made with the eyeball outside the sky a long time ago, such as his own thinking hall.

Sherlock has no way to guess what is wrong with him, not because he lacks reasoning skills, but because he simply has no direction to think.

According to common sense, it is impossible for people to casually let the information they want to know appear in their minds, and it is impossible for people to go to hell after a sleep, let alone be pulled into the universe by a tentacle.

Over this time, Sherlock has been able to do more and more, and he has examined himself countless times to see if he is less and less like a human being, after all, there seems to be no one like himself from ancient times to the present.

Of course, he would definitely not be delusional that he could solve all the problems in this vast universe, so when he found that he didn't seem to be able to find the answer to all this, he was not depressed, but slowly accepted it, quietly waiting for the opportunity that would appear at some point.

Puzzles are not the same as killing. Those who want to hunt down can only feel at ease at the moment of death, and the puzzle is the most fascinating when the mystery is not revealed.

Well, this waiting is also a pleasure.

At this time, he looked at the huge void crack in front of him, and the crimson that rose from the crack like a god, and the puzzle that he had been waiting for in his heart seemed to have finally loosened.

But at this juncture, he didn't have the heart to think too much, because the sudden appearance of the Great Demon directly had the strongest connection with his own mind, and the surging power of the demon rushed into his mind, just as his body began to give birth to endless vitality.

He stood up for a moment and swayed his body, and clearly sensed in his mind that his crimson hand was clenching the fist of another humanoid demon, and the two demons were actually about the same size, and even in terms of width, Crimson was even thinner.

But in this face-to-face scene, the momentum displayed was completely incomparable, and in the next second, only a loud "click" sound was heard, and the crimson palm slammed in the opposite direction of the opponent's wrist.

I don't know if the bones that are as thick as a hundred-year-old tree are broken!

A painful feedback slammed into the heart of the other party's contractor, at this moment he clearly felt the terrifying aura exuded by the red and white demon, relying on the experience of fighting between life and death, he complied with the pain in the depths of his brain, burst into a loud cry, forcibly forgot the cognitive baptism brought by the huge crack, and instantly drove his demon to pick up the fist on the other side and smash it at the other party in the most unsparing way.

In the night, a huge morning bell buzzed in an instant, and people were terrified to hear it.

At this time, Sherlock didn't care about the battle anymore, and suddenly turned around and ran towards the end of the road!

Only the emaciated demon was left, standing in the middle of the road with his head slightly bowed, about to defeat one against four, although he was covered with wounds, he still seemed to be an insurmountable god of war!

In the distance, the steam locomotive with heavy bulletproof armor was indeed not too fast, for the sake of defense, this car naturally paid nearly one-third of its speed, and it had been more than half an hour after leaving the city, and it was finally about to reach the airship docking station.

Looking at the huge airship that was getting closer and closer to him, Augustine the Great did not show any joy for the rest of his life.

Because he never felt that only the assassination of two people could end his life.

Although the alarm bells in the city have not stopped, and although the gunshots have been ringing for too long and too long, he still thinks so.

In this world, there are not many people who can create miracles.

During the second demonic invasion, a man who can perform miracles has already appeared.

It's only been a long time, and it's impossible for another one to pop up out of nowhere.

But at this moment, he seemed to hear something, right behind the car, so he turned his head with some curiosity.

Augustine the Great's eyesight was not so good, but through the window glass behind him, he seemed to see some smoke and dust following behind the vehicle, and at the front of the smoke, there seemed to be a black silhouette rapidly approaching.

That. Is it a person?

He didn't know, because he couldn't see clearly, or even clearly, that silhouette suddenly jumped high at a terrifying speed and was directly out of sight.

Immediately afterward, the whole car swayed violently.

There was a 'bang' on the roof of the car.

Something fell on it

(End of chapter)