In such a vast white world, a human being is constantly tracking the demon tide composed of tens of thousands of demons.

It's like a stalker with extreme patience, walking its prey on its tail.

In fact, this metaphor is very inaccurate, because in nature, it is impossible to have such a long time and such a long distance, and the tens of thousands of huge demon tides do not look like prey, but the lonely figure in the wind and snow, like a lamb seeking death that gradually pushes itself towards the wolves.

Sherlock has entered the Antarctic continent too deep and too deep, so deep that the human expeditionary force can't keep up with his speed, in fact, throughout history, this is also an area that few humans have set foot in, it seems that except for the past, an arrogant warrior who was invincible on the battlefield, single-handedly brought his own contract demon to such a desperate situation, and fought without hesitation outside the gates of hell, there is no record of the depths of this continent.

However, it will not be long before humanity will set foot in this area and establish military bases here, and the expeditionary force will continue to penetrate until the mighty army reaches the gates of hell and slaughters all the demons in its path.

But. That would have been a story a long, long time later.

There was no time here, and in the first week after the hunt began, Sherlock's pocket watch broke down, and the cryogenic brutally took the slender hand to life, leaving it motionless and a useless, cold lump of iron.

The following week, Sherlock wanted to keep track of time, so he began to observe the changes in the stars in the sky, but found that those stars were more changeable than a woman's mind, and some of the stars used by humans to determine their positions also changed significantly with the distance of the Antarctic continent. In desperation, Sherlock tried to keep track of time by the frequency of hunger, the number of times he slept, or even seconds, but eventually gave up.

Because he found that time in this case seems to have lost its meaning.

Above the sky, the ever-changing aurora exudes strange colors, like some kind of ribbon in ancient mythology, stirring up the entire star.

How long has it been?

One month?

Two months?

Or for a longer period of time?

Along the way, he encountered eight small demon groups that suddenly appeared, but fortunately, they were all bypassed in time, and there were countless encounters with small-scale demons, among which the encounters between the first and second-order were all considered opportunities for Sherlock to replenish rations, and the encounter with the third-order archdemon, Sherlock found out a long time ago that there was no need to think about it, and he should try his best to avoid contact, because the flesh of the third-order archdemon really can't be chewed.

And during this time, he also discovered a phenomenon that he didn't know if it was good or bad, and that was . As he went deeper, the density of demons should be higher and higher, but along the way, he found that his encounters with demons were not so frequent, and in the process of investigating the traces later, Sherlock discovered

The demons along the way seemed to all be integrated into the demon tide that went all the way south.

This phenomenon is very strange, as if it were a huge magnet that passed through a large pile of rags, taking away all the iron in its path.

This would indeed reduce the danger of Sherlock's tracking.

But that magnet absorbed all the nails and blades in its path, and it is estimated that it has now turned into a huge iron ball, and it is even more difficult to rush into it and capture Nightingale.

The most important thing is, why do these demons merge into the demon tide, and will the demons really be attracted to Miss Nightingale?

In his thoughts, he seemed to think of the time he had spent in London a long time ago, the case of the Ripper, and the contract demon summoned by Nightingale.

So, what is so special about this girl?

In the historical legend before the Sacred Calendar, a human being embarked on a distant journey in search of the truth, during which he trekked through mountains and rivers for decades, composing a hymn that will never give up.

In fact, in the story, no one knows what the truth is, and this person embarks on a journey because of the throne, a bet, or some kind of proof of self-strength.

And now, Sherlock seems to be doing the same thing.

He is also going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, wanting to save a girl who represents the hope of the empire, and this kind of action will undoubtedly be labeled as "for the future of the empire" and "for the hope of mankind".

But in fact, he doesn't have such noble sentiments, he is just fulfilling one of his commissions.

Nightingale is her employer, so she must be rescued.

Time passed, I don't know how many days, between a towering snow-capped mountain, an agile shadow climbed on those mountain rocks that had been tempered by wind and snow and were harder than steel.

The wind here has reached an incomparably terrifying speed through the squeezing of the narrow mountain range, and the snow for thousands of years has not even left a trace on the rocks, and the small snow layer has just been formed, and it has been swept into the distance, so that the entire mountain is full of sharp and protruding rocks, which is daunting.

But this mountain is an opportunity for Sherlock to quickly catch up with his goal.

Because the large demon tide obviously did not have the idea of climbing over the mountain, but chose to go around, which led to Sherlock being able to take a shortcut.

Between the mountains and rocks, the crimson slender limbs and the unique structure of primates make it show a strong climbing ability, nearly a thousand meters of mountain peaks and messy protrusions have not slowed down its speed too much, raise your head, look up at the sky, you can find that the brightness of the aurora above your head has reached a pole, the red, purple, blue and other too dazzling spots exude a light close to the sun, and even after staring for a long time, you will not be able to stand squinting.

Sherlock was not a geographer, but he knew that such overly dazzling spots of light were definitely not normal.

Just on the other side of the mountain, there seemed to be something that changed the whole sky.

What will be there?

After several hours of arduous climbing, with a deep crimson leap of nearly ten meters, it finally reached the top of the mountain, Sherlock faced the most terrifying fierce wind, stood on Crimson's shoulders, and watched the brilliant aurora in the sky mixed and intertwined, as if somewhere in the sky, there was an invisible huge vortex hanging, and all the colors around the devourer, countless colors swirled and twisted.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to think of those naughty children, poured countless paints into the toilet, and then pressed the flush button.

It's just that the flush toilet is certainly not as magnificent as the celestial phenomenon in front of you, and it is terrifying.

And this scene was actually just the first thing Sherlock saw after climbing to the top of the mountain, and the next second, he was shocked by an even more terrifying scene!

shock

Sherlock undoubtedly had the strangest experience in the world, and the most powerful mental receptivity, he had seen the blood-colored world of dreams, he had seen a terrible sun covered with hideous tentacles, he had been carried into the clouds, he had looked down on the whole earth from the perspective of a star.

But at this moment, he was still shocked!

Beneath the mountain range, looking into the distance, he saw a huge crack in the dark void.

The human eye needs light to shine on something, and then feedback into the pupil to complete the visual presentation in the brain.

So he could only see the darkness that words could not describe, covering his entire vision.

The Void Crack was not a rare thing in this world, especially as a contractor, he had seen the Void Crack appear in front of him countless times, even those huge cracks that could pass through the third-order Great Demon, several meters long, had also seen it several times.

But he had never seen the darkness in front of him, and his gaze almost lost his balance in an instant without any reference, as if he was about to fall into it in the next moment.

And under that huge pitch-black scene, an incalculable number of demons were gathering, they roared at each other, piled up, huge bodies collided with each other, and if you looked closely under the pitch-black crack, it seemed that more demons were crawling out, stacking one after another, like collapsed building blocks, rumbling from another world called hell, falling into the world.

Sherlock stood stunned, letting the brilliant aurora paint himself in ever-changing colors, he had imagined many things about the gates of hell, and under what circumstances and how he would see something that should not exist on earth.

But he never imagined that he would run on the Antarctic continent for more than two months, and then climb a high mountain, and then the huge gate of hell that stretched for dozens of kilometers appeared in front of his eyes so abruptly.

Okay, okay.

Now was not the time to be shocked, Sherlock forcibly suppressed the incomparably complex emotions in his heart, and devoted his thoughts to the dense and endless demons.

Something is clearly not quite right with these demons.

This war between the two species has been going on for three centuries, and although humans have never actually entered the gates of hell, they have a deep understanding of the habits of demons.

These guys who have just stepped into a new world tend to run frantically in a certain direction, sprint, looking for anything to devour along the way, until they get lost in the wind and snow, and then start wandering, and at some point in the future, suddenly go crazy again, and continue to run wildly along a place they don't know, and repeat until they meet a human, stuff it in their mouths and chew it, or blast their corpses into charred black by artillery fire.

In short, it is impossible for these demons to gather together so peacefully after coming out of the gates of hell, and even in some places they can no longer stand, and they would rather pile them on top of each other and fill a small mountain-like 'demon pile' than leave.

As if these guys are waiting for something.

Sherlock calmed the shock in his heart, and although he was reluctant to believe the scene in front of him that he had never seen in his life, he knew that the reason why these demons suddenly changed their habits, nine times out of ten, was because of Nightingale's arrival.

and the previous Demon Tide transit, but only the girl was taken away; The entire demon tide has been running for nearly three months, but it has never hurt her; All the demons in the surrounding path followed him; In addition, at this moment, I saw tens of thousands of demons all staying in front of the gates of hell, all because of that girl.

It was as if a princess who had married away from home was about to return to her own country, and countless people would take to the streets on that day, crowding on both sides of the road, looking forward to each other's return.

Sherlock couldn't help but frown at the thought of this, he didn't know why he had such thoughts.

So he shook his head, trying to kick the ridiculous idea out of his head.

However, the thought was like a stubborn piece of soles that stood in the most active area of his brain, constantly teasing his mind.

"Sir, the flow of the aurora is changing all the time, and if you go any deeper, you will likely get lost."

On top of the airship, a navigator worriedly thought about a military commander reporting.

In most cases, it is impossible for an airship to get lost, because of the wide field of view at high altitude, you can look down on the mountains and rivers on the ground at any time, there is almost no situation of getting lost, and with the help of a compass, you can also quickly determine your own navigation direction.

But on the Antarctic continent, as far as the eye can see, it is all white, and the compass will only rotate in place in this area, completely useless, if you really lose your route and cannot reach the place of fuel supply before the forced landing, then the people on this airship will only have to wait for death.

In the past two months, nearly 200 airships have been flying over the Antarctic continent, and they have continued to go deeper and deeper along their respective routes, looking for the trace of the girl, because there is no need to carry out any transportation of materials and troops, so the airships are full of fuel, so that these big things can last in the sky for a month or two.

However, having been sailing for two months, this airship was one of the furthest they had traveled, and at this rate, it was likely that they were already on the verge of reaching an area that had not been set foot since the Second Demon Invasion.

The official in charge of the airship was embarrassed, in fact, since a few days ago, the celestial phenomena have been abnormal, and many instruments have also failed one after another, which should be caused by changes in the magnetic field.

Geographically, their route was extremely close to the gate of hell that almost no one had ever seen.

As a human being, he has a natural fear of that thing, and although he is also curious about what the hell gate is like, he still understands the truth of 'curiosity kills cats'.

So, he took a deep breath and walked to a simple staff rest cabin on the lower deck of the airship.

"Knock knock" he knocked on the door.

(End of chapter)