The wind around him seemed to be still, the flying snowflakes seemed to stand still in mid-air, the shredded flesh and blood that exploded in the sky behind him no longer fell, and the white tornado infused by the air waves also fell into a time that was almost frozen at this moment.

It seems that before the Sacred Calendar, a mathematician named Descartes made the idea ————that time is the manifestation of thought, and that if thinking is fast enough, then time will be slow enough.

Sherlock didn't like mathematics, so he hadn't heard of this overly idealistic theory, but at this moment, his crazy thinking just now suddenly condensed on the body of the huge demon in front of him, and the momentary sense of detachment couldn't help but give him an illusion similar to that time has been frozen.

There was an endless tide of demons around him, but in his senses, it was so peaceful, and the impossibly huge black curtain in the distance obscured all the light, as if he had been pulled into the universe, looking at those dark spaces without stars.

He didn't care about his own insignificance and helplessness, because the goal was close at hand.

Between Sherlock and Nightingale, there was only one demon left.

This demon has undoubtedly reached the third order, there is no doubt that it is a humanoid demon, undoubtedly powerful enough, although its body is far less shocking than the Hound of the Baskervilles, and the overall height is about the same as Sherlock's crimson, but being able to escort Nightingale during the three-month long migration seems to indicate that the other demons in the entire group have recognized it as having this qualification.

The whole body is pure white skin, without any exaggerated bones and fangs, and there are no scales wrapping, only the overly dense white hair on the top of the head extends to the back, as if it is covered with an incomparably eye-catching white coat, but as long as you look at the texture of the surface muscles, you can feel the hardness of flesh and steel, the strong limbs, the subcutaneous muscle lines that are clearly revealed with activity, and the posture that is too close to human. Like the giants who cling to the frigid lands in their legends.

This is just a momentary observation to get the most sketchy appearance, Sherlock is in this photo, very habitually trying to analyze some other things from the details of the other party's body, but at that moment of lightning, he was a little surprised to find that the other party's pair of dark pupils have been staring at him tightly, and at the same time, a roar that tears the frozen air has exploded in his ears!

It was a white fist that was also extremely fast, and it went straight to the crimson face door and smashed down, and under Sherlock's extreme thinking, it was only a terrible reaction.

With this first punch alone, it showed that the demon in front of him already had the speed of the Baskervilles after removing the outer armor!

"Smack!!"

There was a burst of air, and the punch didn't hit Sherlock, but just smashed all his strength into the air in front of him, making a long whip volley that made a popping sound, and along the way, it also drew out a dignified atmosphere.

Sherlock was a little surprised that the other party could be so fast, and with more effort, he could probably catch up with him; The white giant in front of him was surprised that the other party could dodge such a swift blow. However, the reaction of the two sides at this time was stunned, but in fact, it was only a completely negligible moment, so fast that the snowflakes behind them had not had time to roll out of the next posture, and the demons around them did not react to what was happening.

Therefore, at the moment when the white giant's attack failed, Sherlock's mind was already faster than his own consciousness, and he made a prejudgment first, and controlled the crimson feet through the contract link to step on the ice below that had been frozen for an unknown number of years, and with an incredible twist of the waist, a sharp dagger embedded between the exoskeletons of the forearm was already in his hand, and together with the huge inertia carried by the twist, it stabbed fiercely into the opponent's chest.

And all of this actually happened in less than half a second!

Thinking is relative, time is relative, and everyone's senses are relative to each other, from the moment of contact between Sherlock and the demon tide, to the first demon turning into a flood of blood, to the spear that the wind and snow gathered to pierce the demon tide, and finally to this moment, just like a shock after the gods descended to earth, Baskerville had just fallen on the top of the mountain, and the huge roar had not completely dissipated, even the front-line commander standing on the shoulders of the demon did not react, let alone the people on the airship above the sky.

In front of the hanging window. The people were silent, they looked at everything that happened in an instant, and they couldn't make any sound at all, but they felt that under the dull black curtain, all the pictures seemed so solemn, monotonous, and shocking that people's hearts were beating wildly.

Finally, the wind swept away, the blood fell, the minced flesh flew, and the time returned to its original flow speed after this crossing, and the Baskerville on the top of the mountain did not hesitate, he himself was also one of the most powerful contractors in the world, and he believed that Sherlock's reckless rush to the demons below must not be a temporary madness, there could only be one reason. That's what he's looking for, right down there!

At this moment, the huge figure like a mountain rock and a reef also jumped directly off the top of the mountain!

Of course, the overly large body couldn't have swooped down like Sherlock, but the Baskerville contract demon was heavy enough that the steel shield around it gave it incredible weight, so the demon used its thick legs like a bridge pier to press against the rock formation below him, allowing the weight to pull itself to the ground.

It doesn't need to think about the protruding ice and rocks, because under the action of half a meter of armor and more than two hundred tons of weight, all those who stand in the way will be crushed and crushed, and it just so happens that these ice edges that are packed as debris along the way can also slow down the speed of its fall, just like this, falling, crushing, tearing, the speed is incomparable to Sherlock's crimson, but it is also full of domineering!

At this time, the person in charge of the airship above the sky finally gasped suddenly, and the muscles in his throat let out a piercing whistling sound, and he didn't care to look at the thrilling picture below, so he quickly turned around, and pounced on a battlefield communicator hanging on the wall like a famine refugee before starvation, and fiercely ripped off the microphone, without thinking about it, and directly pressed the full-band communication button that could only be pressed in the most emergency situation.

When the line did not answer the signal, he began to yell into the microphone:

"Miss Nightingale has found it, the center of Antarctica, the gates of hell!"

"Miss Nightingale has found it, the center of Antarctica, the gates of hell!"

"Miss Nightingale has been found"

He kept repeating and roaring, he didn't know which signal tower his location could connect to, and which airships around him would hear it, but it didn't matter, the news would always reach the ears of the commanders of those armies, and on the strategic map, the most conspicuous location of the Gates of Hell, would guide more and more airships in this direction.

It's just that

He didn't know how long the two men below would last, how they were going to get Miss Nightingale out, and what they could do with so many airships here.

I can only keep praying in my heart for the blessing of the Holy Light.

However, he selectively forgot that there was no holy light at all in front of the gates of hell.

In this way, a second passed, and the blood rain set off by the crimson finally showed signs of stopping, and the winding wind finally slowly dissipated.

The second passed, and the Hound of the Baskervilles was like a torrent, and along the way, I don't know how many mountain rocks were broken, and these stones that had been frozen by the cold for tens of millions of years rolled down, and I don't know how many demons were crushed to death.

It wasn't until the third second, near the center of the demon tide, that the demons who had been running wildly for more than two months finally reflected, and they found that something rushed to a position that they couldn't see before they could finish catching it, and at the same time, they also found that the rubble on the mountain was flying, and a behemoth was smashing down towards them.

At this moment, the stunned demon group boiled again, and let out a roar that was even more terrifying than just now, and at this moment, all the demons that were close enough to Sherlock and Crimson suddenly turned around, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of demons pounced directly towards him!

In this situation, it seems that no matter who it is, there is only a certain death.

And yet it is at this very moment!

No one could figure out what Sherlock had done, not even himself, in short, he only felt that the instant heat wave around him exploded, and a tentacle suddenly poked out of his cuff, stabbing straight into the eye socket of a demon that had already pounced in front of him, and then mercilessly burrowed in!

Sherlock's contract creatures are special, not crimson, not the demons that haunt the hell, but a tentacle.

It's just that these tentacles are very strange, they can only be summoned in a place that Sherlock calls [Domain], so since he came to the front line, he has never summoned these little ones who have been with him for a long time.

So. Why does a tentacle suddenly appear?

And it's not just that small section, at the moment when tens of thousands of demons rushed towards him and were about to drown him, countless tentacles centered on Sherlock, and with the heat that exploded in the limbs, it suddenly appeared, Wuyang Wuyang's, burst out in an instant, and when he looked down from a high altitude, it was like a huge black flower suddenly blooming, and it resisted the surrounding demon tide.

Sherlock had never been to the Temple of Light, and he had never walked into the confessional room in the Temple of Light, in fact, if he had entered the confessional room, or if there was a servant of the gods, and he could feel the heat flow around Sherlock's body at this time, he would have been horrified to find that this heat wave was exactly the same as the light and heat sensation emitted by the Holy Light when it descended on the divine revelation!

But it doesn't matter, at this juncture, no one will bother to think about so many questions, and Sherlock naturally doesn't have time to think about how his contract tentacles can appear outside the realm, the blade in his hand has pierced into the chest of the white giant-like demon in front of him, and then instantly simple to the extreme, pulling out a horizontal line, and then swaying up along the ribs, the specially sharpened steel blade has a most primitive collision with the opponent's bones.

Sherlock didn't know if it was the location of the heart, and he didn't care if the guy in front of him had a heart or not, in short, the tip of the knife in his hand twisted cruelly, stirring up the flesh and blood in the opponent's chest, and then quickly pulled it out, and did not hesitate to spurt the blood from the huge blood hole, the crimson hand had been pressed on the other party's head, and the next moment, the knife was extremely calm and pierced into the position of the center of gravity of his skull.

In three seconds, a third-order great demon was killed like this.

In fact, this demon is very strong, so powerful that if it appears on the battlefield of the vanguard of the expeditionary force, then it can slaughter an entire company on its own, and its thick hair that extends to the back and snow-white skin all over its body are estimated to be given the title of "White Terror" and "Butcher in the Snow" among human warriors, and become some terrifying legends that scare recruits.

But none of this could be achieved, it only survived in Sherlock's hands for three seconds, and only a single fist was thrown from beginning to end, and it was killed in a deplorable way, ending a life that should have been widely praised.

And before it was about to fall backwards, Crimson's big hand was extremely agile and accurate, pulling at its back close to its center.

The black tentacles around it were already like a high-pressure drainage well leaking from the streets of London, surging out frantically, and these little guys frantically burrowed into the bodies of the demons they touched, encroaching on their brains, spreading wildly along the spinal cord, and in a matter of seconds, they could occupy a demon and make it a puppet of their master.

So, a very strange scene appeared.

The endless tide of demons was about to drown Sherlock, but suddenly, a black flower bloomed, and then the demons closest to Sherlock suddenly turned against him, turned around and began to bite the demons outside.

Biting and biting, the outer circle suddenly trembled violently a few times, and suddenly turned its fangs and stabbed towards the outer demons.

In this way, there are more and more demons who have defected, and there is a faint tendency to resist the outer demon tide.

After a period of sliding, Baskerville finally reached the surface, and as he collapsed along the rocks, he formed a large-scale snow, ice and mudslide, killing hundreds of demons, at least.

But at this moment, he didn't have the heart to think about the demons under his feet who were suffocated and aggrieved and stoned to death.

Because he didn't understand at all why Sherlock was still alive.

Why does it seem that a large number of demons have suddenly become teammates?

Why start with just now. His own contract demon seems to be a little disobedient?

(End of chapter)