Chapter 397: Saving Nightingale (Part I)

"Come in."

An emotionless voice came out.

The head of the airship pushed open the door and walked into the room, and saw the officer who had a long reputation on the front line, but no one wanted to have anything to do with him.

On the orders of General Patton, the commander-in-chief of the front, the airship was to carry the officer to a position he saw fit, then lay him down, leaving him to fend for himself.

The word fend for itself sounded so impersonal, but the officer in the room didn't seem to be frustrated, and for most of this time he had been standing in front of the airship's hanging window, looking down at everything below.

It seems that in his mind, there is really only a task, and he is completely dismissive of the tragic ending that he is likely to be lost in the wind and snow, starving to death, freezing to death, and being killed by demons.

"Commander of the Baskervilles." The person in charge of the airship did not worry about the life and death of the officer in front of him, and said worriedly: "The spiral instrument has been out of work since yesterday afternoon, this area is very dangerous, and the order I received is not to escort the whole process, unfortunately. We're about to return home. ”

This sentence actually didn't carry much human touch, but as the director of the airship, he couldn't let everyone in the airship follow him on the adventure for the sake of this officer.

After hearing this, Baskerville nodded: "Okay, put me down." ”

At this time, the airship sailed at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and according to the pre-planned plan, after reaching a certain position, the airship would descend to a safe height, and then use the suspension lock to put down the Baskerville commander and his terrifying contract demon that was nearly 20 meters huge.

"There is a mountain range ahead, we will put you down on a mountain peak in a while, and then the airship will return" The person in charge of the airship was silent for a while, looking at the other party's back, he had been on the front line for many years, and he had more or less heard rumors about the experience of this cold-blooded officer, so in addition to a little sigh, he just said lightly: "Good luck." ”

That's when it happened

"Squeak——— Squeak————"

On the ceiling of the lounge, the airship's communicator suddenly sounded.

"Sir, Left Rotor, we saw it!!"

The voice was full of shock and trepidation.

The person in charge of the airship seemed to think of something at once, and his eyes flashed with horror, and he hurriedly rushed out of the lounge and followed the corridor outside the door to the hanging window on the other side.

The moment he looked out of the window, his legs seemed to be slumped all at once, and his whole body leaned weakly on the armrests, so he sat down, but his eyes were staring in horror, and he couldn't take his eyes off at all.

From the sky, the gaze can easily pass over the top of the mountain, and see the pitch-black crack below that is so huge that it seems to devour everything, it seems that in a normal space, a gap that does not belong to this dimension suddenly appears, and the claws of the evil god have dug a hole in the human world.

Because the light enters it, it can no longer be returned to the eyeball, so even if there is a mountain range in sight, it cannot be used as a reference, it is impossible to estimate the size of the pitch black, I don't know whether it is round or flat, I can't determine its edge and height, I can't even tell how far it is from the airship, it seems that if I just cross the mountain range, the whole airship will be swallowed up by the darkness.

Footsteps came from behind him, and Baskerville walked to the window.

Of course, he would not be like the person in charge of the airship beside him, so frightened by the scene in front of him that he couldn't stand steadily, but his muscles were still tense, and he took off his glasses to limit his vision, and his gaze went straight through the distance of several thousand meters, staring at the terrifying pitch-black area and the dense demons below.

He didn't know why all these demons had gathered here, but this strange phenomenon was definitely not good news.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and his gaze quickly shifted to a cap of the mountain range, at the top of the narrow mountain crack, there seemed to be something standing quietly, the figure should have been very conspicuous, but under such a high height of looking down, it seemed so small, and the wind and snow had already covered the red around him with a layer of hoarfrost, if it weren't for the Baskerville's visual enhancement of the third-order Grand Contractor, he wouldn't have found that figure at all.

"Lookout Glass!"

Without any hesitation, he said quickly.

The person in charge of the airship beside him was frightened and came back to his senses with this cold sound, and hurriedly took out a pair of brass lens barrels from his arms.

Baskerville snatched it away and put it down in front of him, and in the wind and snow, which had been magnified several times, he saw the figure of the demon that he could never forget in his life, and the man who stood quietly on the demon's shoulder.

An indescribable sense of shock rose from his numb heart.

It's been more than two months, and that person has really been trekking alone on this frozen land for so long without any support, guides, or material support?

This area is not even approached by a war airship with plenty of fuel, and that guy actually came to the gates of hell on foot with his human body?

What has he been through in these months, how did he not lose his way, how did he survive?

Countless doubts made the heart of this contractor with strong personal combat power ripple, and he was even speculating to himself, if it was himself, whether he could achieve the other party's level.

No one knows if he got an answer or not.

Baskerville handed the goggles back to the officer beside him, and then turned directly:

"Put me down."

"Huh?"

"He's down there, try to get my place closer to him!"

With these words, Baskerville walked straight down the spiral staircase, and at the same time, there was a shaking from below, which was the vibration caused by the slow rise of his extremely large demon.

The person in charge of the airship was still a little puzzled, and he didn't quite understand who [he] was in the other party's mouth, so he immediately picked up the lookout and looked at the place where the other party was looking just now.

This glance made the pores of his whole body shrink suddenly.

He saw a man, a man who should never have been at the top of that mountain!

Two minutes later, the vibration under the living compartment became more violent, and the entire airship began to descend slowly, and under the command of the officer, the airship approached the peak, and a cargo unloading hatch in the cargo compartment opened in the air, and the howling cold wind instantly poured in, making the entire airship let out a whistling wind sound that only occurs when a gust of wind crosses.

Dozens of lifting suspension cables hung a piece of steel silo below towards the top of the mountain, and in that silo stood an incredibly huge demon, covered with pieces of special armor plates nearly half a meter wide around its body, making its body appear wide to an incongruous degree, in such a strong wind, the suspension rope was motionless, which showed how amazing its weight was.

During the whole process, the person in charge of the airship stood in front of the window, looking at the scene below with a viewing glass.

He saw the man standing at the top of the hill look up at him, but didn't seem to care that an airship was hovering above him, or that he had something more important to care about.

The man lowered his head again and looked down the cliff

There are a dense number of demons there.

But instead of looking at the demons, he was looking in a further direction.

Gradually, a dense hissing sound came from the direction he was looking at, like a torrent pouring down, the earth shaking, like two huge mountains colliding together, countless mountains and rocks squeezing and rubbing against each other, only in this way can there be such a huge roar that exceeds the limit of human hearing.

If it weren't for the strong physical strength of the contractor, if it weren't for the special layer of plates that the airship covered on the surface in order to withstand the pressure of the high altitude, this roar and roar alone would have shattered everyone's eardrums.

The person in charge of the airship was frightened by the crazy vibration of the glass in front of him, and subconsciously, he turned the direction of the lookout and looked at the location where the sound came from

At that moment, he saw the scene of ten thousand demons galloping, tumbling, whistling, and a large black tide that spread to the edge of vision, surging in the direction of the gates of hell.

It was the most spectacular demon tide he had ever seen in his life!

At this time, in the airship, everyone was really unable to breathe smoothly by this huge roar, the soldiers came to the hanging window, huddled together, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes all saw the black tide whistling in, and in the distance, there were several other airships also saw this spectacular, and terrifying to the extreme, people trembled, subconsciously did not dare to make a little movement, as if they were afraid that as soon as they made a sound, they would be noticed by those demons below, and be devoured in an instant.

And in addition to the strange gates of hell, the dense demons, the tide that spreads in the darkness, some soldiers with sharp eyes also saw the figure that was too small to be mentioned.

The person on the top of the mountain was so incredibly forcibly inserted into the most magnificent scene in the world, just like when the mountains were moving, the earth's crust was changing, and the lava rushed from the crack on the top of the mountain to the sky, under the blazing heat, there was actually a red and white flower, standing on the top of the volcano, looking so enchanting and eye-catching.

And the next second.

What's even more shocking is that they actually saw the demon on the top of the mountain, suddenly leaning forward, and the whole body swooped down towards the bottom of the cliff in a way that was almost vertical to the ground!

All the people who saw this scene felt that their cold hairs stood on end for a moment!

They were frightened by the gesture of this moment, the top of the mountain was baptized by thousands of years of wind and frost, the surface was hardly covered with any snow, and the sharp rocks were outwardly ridged, like the knife mountain in those legends, and at such a height, its inclination and the ground were only ten degrees, which made the demon's dive look like it had suddenly jumped off the cliff.

But it was certainly not a cliff jump, for the demon seemed to think that the fall was too slow, and was running vertically on the near-right-angled cliff face.

The demon tide was getting closer and closer, and the screams of the demons around them were getting more and more intense, shaking people's hearts trembling violently, as if they were beating the drum for the extremely heroic figure, and the legs that rushed out of the afterimage slammed into the protruding mountain rocks, and each step exploded a large expanse of ice.

Some of the people who wanted to gaze at the afterimage from the lookout could not stand such a terrifying speed, and only felt that they had fallen from the sky, and the illusion alone made their stomachs churn.

Of course, Sherlock didn't think about how much of a huge spiritual shock his figure had caused to many people at this time, because he knew very clearly from the first moment that the demon tide came into sight, that is, he had been tracking the target for more than two months.

In the midst of the black frenzy that was surging in his direction. Nightingale, right there.

He didn't know why, but these demons were undoubtedly trying to send Nightingale to the gates of darkness! So at this moment, Sherlock had no choice, he began to swoop on the cliff, the wind was howling in his ears, his spirit and vision entered the most focused situation, under the heroic speed of the wild running, all the ice and snow in the sight, the rocks, the position of each mountain rock, the angle of inclination, were forming countless possibilities at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine, and in an instant, he chose what posture to step on the next step, maintaining the precarious, but never collapsed balance, Crimson's own unique mind miraculously accepted such a crazy command at that moment, and perfectly used every muscle on her body to complete this earth-shattering run.

"Boom———boom———— boom"

Is that the collision of the demon tide below? Is it the roar of the turbines of the airship overhead? Is it a crack that explodes through the broken rock under your feet?

Sherlock completely ignored it, he almost entered a world with only himself, only thousands of data in his brain were frantically analyzing and reasoning, he was calm, silent, at such a speed, gravity and running began to superimpose relentlessly at speed, making Crimson's huge body lose all the lightness of its senses, only the most naked heaviness, and the indomitable terrifying momentum, as if it was driving the entire mountain range to vibrate.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, as if it were suicidal!

On the high altitude suspension rope, Baskerville stood on the shoulders of his huge contract demon, staring at the scene below, he was used to facing the world with cold eyes, and he only felt his brain buzzing and his scalp tingling at this moment!

Is that guy crazy?

Where he was, but on the cliffs of the mountains for thousands of meters, at such a speed, did he want to crash into the ground and then shatter his bones?

But he knew that the guy could not be tracked for thousands of miles, and it took him nearly three months to come to the gates of hell alone, just to fall to his death in the darkness.

Therefore, Baskerville's heart was inexplicably spawned with a burst of bloodthirsty heat.

He couldn't wait, though he didn't know what he couldn't wait.

In short, the contract demon that was almost 20 meters tall suddenly jumped down.

At this time, the lifting platform under the feet is still about 500 meters away from the top of the mountain below

(End of chapter)