These demons are coming for Miss Nightingale!

It's a corollary without any logic of thought, but Watson is incredibly convinced of it.

But why?

He didn't have time to think, for the first fang-and-clawed demon had already pounced in his direction, or rather, Miss Nightingale behind him.

A scalpel appeared in his left hand and stabbed the demon in a very soft and rapid way into what the demon could barely call its 'head', while a nondescript looking gun slammed into the other's eyeball.

In the midst of the extremely small caliber pistol and the loud roar that was not huge at all, the demon flew straight upside down as if it had been hit by a solid cannonball, and in mid-air, its entire body became torn apart.

But compared to the dense demon group, blowing up a demon will not have any effect at all.

Just listen to the sound of "poof".

A demon's claws were halfway towards the girl, and was blocked by a soldier with his body, and suddenly the blood on his shoulder soared, and he fell to the ground heavily, but the soldier didn't snort, and beckoned with a shuttle bullet on his backhand, but was attacked by another demon from the side, and his whole body was pierced, and he was dragged off the transport vehicle.

In an instant, the soldier was devoured by the demons in the rear

Watson had forgotten who the soldier was, but just two hours earlier, the man had been a wounded man waiting to die.

It was Miss Nightingale who cured him.

So, is this a reward? Or is it the worship of young girls, or the preferential protection of medical workers by imperial soldiers?

It didn't matter, with a loud explosion, the soldier pulled away the high-explosive bomb on his body, causing a rain of blood in the crowd.

The convoy was still driving wildly forward, the guns in the sky burst out countless pieces of minced meat and iron filings, like flowers in the cold winter, Watson's body was horizontal in front of the girl, the vehicle under his feet was like a small boat jolting wildly between the huge waves, in the face of an almost incalculable number of magic tides, he could only keep pulling the trigger of the gun in his hand,

He couldn't even hear what the other soldiers were saying amid the roar and the terrible rain of bullets, and at one point, he saw several bloody bodies being torn apart, but he didn't even have time to turn his head to look.

The earth-shattering avalanche behind him gradually faded, and Watson never imagined that he would expect this avalanche to be even more powerful, because as time passed, the number of demons around him had reached an extremely terrifying level.

At the same time, he was very reluctant to think of a possibility that made people even more desperate.

That is. Sherlock, that bastard, seems to have been drowned in a sea of snow.

Otherwise, in this situation, he should have jumped out a long time ago, and then did something incredible again in front of everyone.

yes, he should be dead.

It turns out that in the wrath of nature, even a person like Sherlock is insignificant and vulnerable.

Watson found that he didn't seem to feel the kind of pathos that should be felt after the death of his friend, but his thoughts gradually sprouted emotions such as heat, boredom, anger, and so on.

His eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, and the corners of his closed mouth emitted some white breath of hot air, and a warrior beside him was hit by a demon, rolled down, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, Watson also did not feel sorry for the loss of a life, he seemed to be extremely angry now, and extraordinarily calm.

After a few lateral steps, he came to the back of the machine gun, which was no longer in his control, pulled up an ammunition chain, inserted it into the side of the gun in his hand, and then held the armrest of the minigun with his other hand and pressed the fire button.

It's hard to imagine how a revolver is combined with the ammunition chain of a machine gun, and it's even more difficult to imagine how a revolver, which usually requires an incomparably strong person to barely maintain balance in both hands, was broken by this gentle-looking man with one hand, and can resist the terrifying recoil and adjust the direction at will.

In short, at this moment, Watson was like a humanoid steam armor, holding two terrifying machine guns in both hands, pouring ammunition frantically around, above the snowfield, among the demons, the dense hum brought out a puff of gorgeous flames, like the stars above the canopy gathered into the tongue of fire of the remnants, tearing the cold air around them, with the smell of scorching and death, blasting towards all the demons who pounced.

Countless flesh was torn apart, exploding a large area of bright red, and if the other people in the car had time to be shocked, they would have been surprised to realize that this doctor could be so strong in battle.

However, just like the people under the avalanche of the mountains and volcanic eruptions, no matter how powerful a person is, there is a limit after all.

Even if some people can really tear every demon that pounces on them with two machine guns, the bullets are not endless after all.

So, at this moment, the roar of the ammunition suddenly stopped!

"Click!" A bang.

Watson only felt his heart suddenly stagnate for a moment, and the terrible recoil in his hand that would have shaken the bones of ordinary people disappeared all at once.

The roaring horde could no longer stop it, and a large area of black pressure overwhelmed what he called the transporter.

And then it continued to spread, and so on, until all the surviving convoys were devoured, leaving only a dense and usurpative silhouette.

Deadly cold, terrifying pressure, no sound, no light, no air, and even in this environment, the concept of time will be confused.

Of course, if anyone can survive in such an environment.

I don't know how long it has been since the light fell from the sky, and the big hole at the top of the snow-capped mountain only erupted for about ten minutes under the severe cold and the solidification of lava, and then fell into silence again, the lava spread down from the top of the mountain, and the scarlet heat flow had a thermodynamic battle with the low temperature above the Antarctic continent, and finally, a dark and hard rock slag remained.

Beneath the mountain range, everything seems so silent, and the snow is more than 1,200 meters in height, showing the terrifying destructive ability, but when the momentum brought by the landslide is poured away, it forms an endless flat lake. Like a mirror, connected to the gray rock section, if the line of sight continues to climb upward, you can see from white, to gray, to pitch black, to the top of the mountain, upwards is the night stars, a period of silent color progression, and then into a starry curtain, the beauty of the heart trembles.

Abrupt. This beauty is shattered.

A small protrusion suddenly appeared on the flat snow, and then, a pair of hands broke through the snow and stretched out.

It wasn't supposed to be a pair of human hands, as it had an epidermis like exposed red muscles, white external bones, and was several times larger than a normal human hand.

I saw this hand supporting the snow, struggling desperately, shaking, and after digging for more than 20 minutes, a large three-stage demon finally crawled out.

No one knew how he managed to get out, and under the tens of millions of tons of snow buried, even if this demon had extremely terrifying power, he shouldn't have been able to get out of the snow at a depth of 100 meters.

And what's even more thought-provoking is that this is a contract demon, he shouldn't have his own independent thinking, so is his master also alive?

No one saw this scene in front of them, so no one would think about these questions, and no one would be shocked to see that this demon did not stop for a second after climbing out of the snow, and immediately ran in a certain direction, and just ran a few steps, it found that because the upper surface of the snow layer was very soft, it would cause the running to cause the feet to fall into it, so the demon actually crawled down, and began to use a posture similar to crawling, or swimming, to increase its contact area, and then quickly move forward.

It was a full hour of progress before it finally stopped, and it looked like it had reached its destination.

But there is nothing here, and there is no reference around, only a white expanse, how does it determine its position, and the place it wants to reach?

Of course, no one thought about it anymore, but the demon knelt on top of the snow and began to dig into the snow beneath him with his hands.

It digs fast, with huge hands and tremendous strength, making it look like a humanoid excavator.

However, the snow was so deep that no matter how fast it dug it, it seemed that it was just the beginning when it dug into the hole that had been dug out, but he dug like this, and even in order to transport the deeper snow, it even made a step fault every few meters, just like those experienced climbers.

An hour passed

Two hours passed.

Ten hours passed.

The small crater that was dug at the beginning has expanded into a space about 20 meters square, and looking down, the spiral staircase frozen snow fault has been extending downward for nearly 100 meters.

Finally, in this deep cavern like a mine, a demon's unique roar suddenly erupted.

Emotions between people are not common, let alone between humans and demons, but in the midst of this roar, you can clearly feel a wave of excitement and excitement.

A few minutes later, an armored car was carried out.

The car had long been unable to see its full shape under the impact of the huge ice edges, but it was amazing that the carriage, which should have been completely flattened, was still full.

Crimson put the car, which had compressed the volume by two-thirds, on the ground, and then clasped the flattened steel body with both hands, tearing it apart layer by layer, squeak-squeak-sharp section and exoskeleton had a violent friction, making a piercing scream, some sharp and slender steel thorns were inserted into the gaps where the bones were not wrapped, and some cut the muscles, bringing out large patches of blood, dyeing the white snow surface red, but Crimson's movements did not hesitate at all, still opened and tore like this, It wasn't until final, approaching the deepest compartment, that he became cautious.

Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of hurting myself again, but I'm afraid of hurting the people inside.

Click~

There was a crunch.

As a layer of iron plate was pierced and lifted, a momentary sense of frustration followed, and the space below finally appeared under the night.

Some steel pipes were scattered in the small space less than a meter in diameter, some were pipes that carried steam, some were dismantled internal beams of transport vehicles, and even a few long guns that had been bent.

Because of the movement just now, all these things are scattered messily, but if they all stay in place, you can be surprised to find that these things are all supported on extremely delicate points, supporting the stress surface of the entire carriage into a structure that is close to a circle.

If this is a position that a human has obtained through self-observation and calculation, it is difficult to imagine how powerful this person's spatial construction ability and visual analysis ability are, and if this structure is to resist the pressure of an avalanche, then it is as if this person can perform such a complex and precise operation in the few seconds from being swallowed by snow to being crushed by the entire carriage, then it is almost as if this person has created a miracle.

And in this space, Sherlock closed his eyes, curled up, deep asleep

It's not a lot of space, and there's definitely not much oxygen.

What is the maximum amount of time a person can stay underwater without an oxygen tank?

Ten minutes? Or half an hour?

In short, Sherlock had forcibly reduced his vital signs to a minimum, entering a state similar to hibernation, and all the organs in his body entered a state of low consumption, but in such a small space, after nearly 24 hours of confinement, he still fell into a coma.

Fortunately, the moment the body felt the air again, the comatose man's lungs began to expand, subconsciously greedy breathing in the cold air, his heartbeat began to gradually accelerate, blood carriers oxygen was infused into those organs that were also asleep, and his body temperature rose little by little.

After perceiving this scene, Crimson seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, it clearly thought of something, and couldn't help but panic, and then looked around like a child who had done something wrong.

Of course, in this environment, no one can see this scene.

But. After all, his master was rescued by himself.

He was in a coma, so it stands to reason that it was impossible for him to act.

Hey, what can I do?

When he wakes up, how do you explain it?

(End of chapter)