Baskerville is a genius in the field of contracts, the kind that is rare to see in a hundred years, and his contract demon is also the most powerful type in the entire demon ecosystem, and the two complement each other, making him an absolute powerhouse that Lord Dante is full of.

So, no matter what you think about it, it's impossible for his demon to be disobedient.

But if you look at this situation from the perspective of a bystander, it doesn't seem to feel too unacceptable, because even those wild demons can suddenly be deprived of their thoughts, and instantly turn around and pounce on their companions, so it makes sense that a contract demon gradually begins to get out of control.

After all, on that snowy night just a year ago, Sherlock had allowed a tentacle to burrow into the body of the giant demon in order to contain the mad attack of the Hound of the Baskervilles.

It's just that at that time, Sherlock was just at the peak of the second order, and he couldn't control the third-order great demon except for Crimson, so he let that tentacle stay in the other party's body all the time, and after so long, he himself forgot a little.

But this time is different, in the face of the endless tide of demons surging towards him, with his employer Nightingale in front of him, and countless near-death possibilities constantly forcing Sherlock to an increasingly dangerous situation, his lazy nerves finally get the satisfaction that he has never been able to get.

Maybe it was fate, maybe he really waited for this opportunity, in short, at this moment, Sherlock finally took the step that thousands of contractors could not take, and successfully became a third-stage contractor.

What made him even more incredible was that the surging heat that erupted from his body seemed to be able to take the place of the realm in hell, summoning those black tentacles directly to his side, and even the Hound of the Baskervilles responded to Sherlock's call for the first time under the influence of that surging heat.

Under the huge black curtain, the tentacles that erupted drilled into the minds of the demons around them, transforming them into Sherlock's combat power, and withstanding the crazy attack of the outer demons. Before he died, the white giant let out a terrible scream that pierced the night sky and then crashed to the ground, scattering a large cloud of snow.

Crimson's hand cautiously approached Sherlock's side, then slowly spread out

So far!

The girl, who had been missing for nearly three months, finally reappeared in front of Sherlock's eyes.

Miss Nightingale at this time closed her eyes quietly, as if she was asleep, and she was still wearing the surgical gown she wore when she disappeared, and she had not eaten or drunk for three months, but there was no sign of physical exhaustion at all, and her overly perfect face seemed to be crystal clear because of the rush of these days, and the cold wind blowing, and there were some lovely pale reds on the tip of her nose and cheeks, which made her even more charming.

And this is all due to her special physique, but because of the long-term inability to take in nutrients, the girl has entered a state similar to hibernation.

Sherlock glanced at the girl in his arms and seemed relieved after confirming that she was fine, but only for a breath, his employer was now in hand, and the next problem was how to break out of this endless tide of demons.

He was able to drive straight to the center of the demon tide, relying on the speed of several kilometers above the high mountain to pierce the demons along the way in one fell swoop, but now, he has fallen into an endless encirclement

Fortunately, in his brain, there were nearly 10,000 demons responding to his orders at the same time.

According to the common understanding, a contractor can only control one demon, and with the blessing of the 'soul visual device', there may be a possibility that a powerful person can control two, or even three.

But Sherlock never seemed to be limited by such conditions, and there was never a limit to the number of demons he could control, whether it was because of his powerful thinking ability that was beyond what normal people could have, or because of the peculiarity of the contract demons, or for some other reason.

In short, what he can rely on now

To be more precise, there are only demons around them that are constantly eroded by black tentacles.

The large wave of tentacles that spread to the outside world centered on itself has not yet shown its decline for the time being, but this is in front of the gate of hell, and the demons here are almost endless in the true sense, densely packed to make the vast snowfields under the cliffs seem a little crowded, and some places where the demons are too dense can only be stacked one by one, stacked up enough to be as tall as a hill, plus another wave of demon tides convergence, forming a crowded ocean.

The number of demons at Sherlock's disposal is undoubtedly staggering enough, and if these demons were thrown into the streets of London, the entire city could be slaughtered in a matter of days.

But compared to the more demons around him, it still seemed a little thin.

Therefore, just like he had long expected, the demon occupied by his black tentacles was actually only a temporary dependence. Gradually, the tentacles controlled the speed of the demons, and some of them couldn't catch up with the rate of being devoured, and those demons that poured out of the gates of hell seemed to be able to instantly distinguish which demons were their companions, and which demons had become other people's puppets.

Thereupon!

At this moment, Sherlock's eyes flashed with a subtle and decisive light, and he no longer tried to let these puppets spread outward and fight hard against the demons around him, but controlled the demons around him to converge towards him, tightly clustered, forming a wall of flesh and blood, and then began to rush in a certain direction!

In the process, Baskerville only felt that he could no longer control his demons, as if something was fighting for control of his demons in his head.

Moreover, that force is so strong, if it weren't for the fact that he had not interrupted the training of the contractor for a long time, it is estimated that in an instant, his demon would have been taken away.

But even so, after two or three seconds of competition, the thinking bond between him and his contract demon suddenly collapsed, Baskerville only felt a fatal pain and emptiness in his brain, his eyes were dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out because of this strange backlash, and the whole body fell directly from a height of 20 meters, and the huge demon under him was suddenly completely seized of control, and rushed straight towards the depths of the demon tide desperately!

That's exactly the direction Sherlock came from.

In an ancient legend from the East, there is a story about a man and a woman who love each other because of the punishment of the gods, and they can only meet on a special day in the middle of the year, on a bridge made by flying birds.

It's a very simple story, a very simple setting, but after more than ten years of waiting, this kind of overly loyal, even paranoid behavior, has also been dyed with a touch of romance to the extreme.

And at this moment, just below the gates of hell, in the endless tide of demons, Crimson and Baskerville's Hound are like two people running to each other in mythology, but the two people in the story are hugging each other for love, surrounded by a brilliant starry sky, and stepping on a very romantic flying bird rainbow bridge.

But right now, the two demons are engaged in a bloody convergence, surrounded by extremely terrifying surging demons, constantly roaring, roaring claws and fangs, and everywhere they pass, there are only flying pieces of flesh and splashing blood, and it is not the birds that surround them, but the nearly 10,000 demons whose minds have been eroded by the black tentacles.

In short, this bloody mutual rush continued, during which how many demons died, and how many demons were invaded and controlled, or trampled into pulp under the heavy pace of more than 200 tons, it is impossible to calculate, but in the end, the two finally met in this great wave of death, between the broken flesh and stumps of the demons, the crimson hand suddenly reached out and stretched out to the Hound of the Baskervilles, and the other party was already ready, quickly took the girl, and then carefully protected it in the palm of his hand, Gently hugging his chest, it is like a person in love, receiving a precious and fragile gift.

And in the next second after this handover was successful, Sherlock turned around suddenly without hesitation, and rushed in the direction that he had worked so hard to rush over just now......

Ran back!

Not only did he return the same way, but he also let all the demons controlled by the tentacles surround the Hound of the Baskervilles, so that this behemoth, escorted by nearly 10,000 demons, began to rush towards the periphery of the demon tide

Above the sky, several military transport airships received the signal just now, and they had already ignored the vision of the sky and the fear of the gates of hell, and forcibly rushed over as fast as possible, they condescendingly looked down at the incredible picture in front of them, looking at the huge pitch-black curtain, and beyond, the battle that had just been staged had torn apart the entire demon tide.

In the end, I saw the emaciated demon resolutely rush back into the demon tide in the opposite direction, using himself as a bait to create an opportunity for his companions to escape.

On the battlefield, it is not uncommon for this kind of sacrifice of one's own life to save others, but under the invasion of the gates of hell and thousands of demons, such a scene is extremely touching.

After some soldiers realized what was happening, they couldn't help but have blood in their chests, their eyes bloodshot, and they subconsciously straightened their backs, and saluted the figure below who was gradually submerged by the demon tide with a courtesy that represented the highest respect.

There is nothing to question this, and such behavior is bound to be respected.

But anyone who knows Sherlock a little bit knows that he doesn't actually have such a noble self-sacrificing sentiment.

There was only one simple reason why he gave Nightingale to the Hound of the Baskervilles, and that was that the two of them could not escape.

In the past few years, Sherlock has discovered a very tragic phenomenon, that is, he seems to have become the target of all demons.

As for the reason, I think it's because of the white demon who was killed by himself.

Just before he died, he let out a terrible roar, and it was this roar that sent a signal to the surrounding demons that they would kill the human in front of them at all costs.

When Sherlock was still soaking at the bottom of the blood prison, he would experiment with demons in hell to speculate on the habits of these demons, and at that time he had already discovered that there should be something similar to [Pheromones] or [Hive Consciousness] among the demons.

Even when a large number of demons gather together, their thoughts are linked to each other, like the migration of cattle on the grassland, or the fish, shrimp and turtles during the flood season.

In short, there is a force that tells them what to do next.

And now, all they have to do is tear Sherlock to shreds!

At this moment, the transmission of thoughts was very tough, and the entire demon group comprehended this thought almost at the same time, and even when the Hound of the Baskervilles ran wildly from the outside to the interior just now, about 70% of the surrounding demons completely ignored him, and Ren Pingqi trampled the small demons along the way into pulp, and didn't care.

Otherwise, with its strength, it would not be able to meet Sherlock easily.

This phenomenon of group hunting and killing forced Sherlock to carry out an extremely simple logical conversion at the level of rationality:

Obviously, running with the Hound of the Baskervilles will lead to the exhaustion of the entire demon herd, so the chances of the two of them surviving can be imagined. The final result must be that he and Baskerville, plus the contract demons of the two of them, all burped, and the tracking of the past three months fell short, not to mention the small life, and Nightingale was not saved.

But if he leads the chase of the demon tide, then Baskerville should have hope to escort Nightingale back.

Of course, it's likely that these demons are not all chasing themselves, and some of them will want to take back Miss Nightingale, after all, they have been doing this all along the way.

In this case, Sherlock simply let his tentacles protect Miss Nightingale wholeheartedly, because judging from the situation just now, even if he gathered all the tentacles around him, in fact, he would only make death come later.

And most importantly, .

Sherlock felt that if he didn't have to be distracted to protect the others, he had a good chance of surviving

Thinking so, he raised his head, looked beyond the terrifying tide of demons in front of him, and looked intently at the huge gates of hell.

(End of chapter)