What's behind that darkness?

Sherlock didn't know, but he wanted to know.

In fact, there are only two basic emotions of living beings, the first is eating, the second is reproduction, and the whole process is to use eating to ensure that you have enough physical energy, and then use sufficient physical energy to mate, and so on, that's all.

But in the evolution of species, there will always be a few outliers.

For example, Sherlock is a guy who magnifies his curiosity infinitely.

Ever since he read the Divine Comedy left behind by Dante in the British Library, he has had endless fantasies about the world on the other side of Hell's Gate.

Although he himself has been to Hell, it can even be said that he is the one who has entered Hell the most often and frequently in the entire human community.

But he only saw a blood-colored London that mirrored the real world, except for the scorching sand, the demons roaming around, and the blood-colored sky above him, hell was just like that for him.

The hell depicted in the Divine Comedy, on the other hand, has towering rectangular buildings jutting into the clouds, altars that emit huge light, giant whales hundreds of meters long, and many other wonderful things that Sherlock can't even analyze from the lines.

In short, it was a place where Sherlock had never set foot, and there were countless things he had never seen or imagined.

It's hard to imagine what a huge attraction this has for a curious person?!

And at this moment, the door of hell is right in front of his eyes. How could Sherlock resist rushing in and taking a look?

The other side of the gates of hell is extremely dangerous, there is probably no return, but now, that darkness seems to have become his best place, Sherlock is not afraid of death, he is afraid of his own inaction and aging, afraid that he is like 90% of the people he meets on the streets of London, in his teenage years, he has been repeating a fixed time, and the cycle repeats itself until he lies in the hospital bed, waiting for the end of his breathing.

Those days don't deserve to be called 'alive' at all.

Of course, there is a more important point. Now that he has become the target of the entire demon tide, he definitely doesn't think that he can really descend to the earth, and he can carry the demon tide alone, and finally become the one who survives.

In this case, it is better to rush into that darkness, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

So, Sherlock and Crimson were in their thoughts, and finally had an extremely simple interaction.

【Through the Gates of Hell】

It's just an idea, a command, a request.

In the next second, the huge body, which was already covered in blood and had been frozen into blood-colored ice cubes in the cold, began to run desperately towards the pitch black!

He jumped high, slashed a distance of dozens of meters in mid-air, and then slammed into the demons, his knee slammed into the head of a demon below, and there was a clear sound of bones shattering from under him.

Caught in such an instant, his thigh was stabbed by a fang more than half a meter long, the tip was stuck on the edge of the exoskeleton, Crimson suddenly twisted his body, broke the fang, and immediately pierced into the throat of another demon who pounced on him, between the lightning and flint, he rushed out of a short distance, reached out and casually dragged a bad luck demon from the side, like a shield in front of him, forcibly knocked out dozens of meters with brute force, and before he was pounced, several small demons hanging on his body jumped forward again, In the process, Sherlock quickly kicked the demons that climbed up into the air, or tore them in half, and threw the minced meat in his hand.

It was an extremely dangerous escape, and in just a few seconds, Crimson had a few more bloody wounds on her body, but it couldn't slow down a bit, because as long as it was knocked down, there was absolutely no possibility of getting up again.

Above the sky, with more and more airships coming over the signal, the neighing and chasing below attracted everyone's attention, the soldiers through the hanging window, can intuitively see this bloody and wild chase staged in front of the gate of hell, the crimson figure is like an antelope screaming and shuttling between the mountains and rocks, every time he jumps and tosses and turns, it is an extremely dangerous near-death test, he falls into the demon tide again and again, and is submerged again and again, when everyone thinks that he will never appear again, when he is swallowed up like this, It miraculously blasted out for a moment, then broke through to a relatively weak defensive circle, leaving only some blood and corpses along the way.

Crimson ran as hard as she could, and she didn't know how long it had been running, how many times it had torn off the demons on its body, and then used its flesh to break out of its life.

It could feel that its exoskeleton was already full of cracks, two bloody penetrating wounds on its left leg, splashing a large amount of blood with every movement, a whole piece of flesh and blood behind it was scratched, and a huge bone spur pierced from its abdomen, diagonally through the abdominal cavity, and it was strung on its body, fortunately, it did not hurt the spine, so it did not affect its movement for the time being.

But it just doesn't affect the action, because in this situation, it really doesn't know how long it can hold out.

Maybe next time, it will be impossible to break out of the encirclement again.

At the same time, it didn't dare to imagine what a terrifying backlash it would have on its master Sherlock from the injuries on his body at this time.

Can that human really hold on?

Even now, it doesn't know where Sherlock is, if he's going to burp in the next second, and can only sense from the weak connection in his mind that he still seems to be by his side.

Is it a difficult run among the demons, barely keeping up with his pace?

Or has he been bitten off a leg, and now he is clinging to his shoulder, looking at his bleeding body helplessly and desperately?

Crimson didn't have the heart to care about this now, so she could only continue to move forward, and keep moving forward until she successfully passed through the dark gate, or let the last trace of energy in her body be squeezed clean, and she fell to the ground weakly, becoming a meal for the demons.

As for Sherlock. He hasn't despaired yet.

But to be honest, his situation is really not very good.

In this demonic tide, his small figure is not so easy to lock, but the aftermath of the collision and bite along the way is enough for him to be bruised all over his body.

One of his hands has long been broken, just barely connected by muscles and fascia, the sturdy trench coat was torn to pieces by the force of the shock after the first collision, when the crimson stood out just now, in order to grab the other party's body, not to be thrown out, the tendons on the three fingers instantly collapsed, in addition, there are many large and small injuries around the body, poking bloody broken bones, deep openings around the body that have been scratched or directly cut off, rolled out, red with white, It's like a baby's open mouth when it's happy, laughing and laughing, and the baby screams childishly:

"You're going to die~~"

"You're going to die soon~~"

It's extremely chilling, in addition, of course, there is the internal bleeding caused by the destruction of internal organs, as well as the injury feedback from Crimson, in short, if this is a normal person, the whole person should have collapsed long ago, fallen into the demon tide, and died without life.

But Sherlock was still rushing forward frantically, blood pouring all over his body, soaking into his hair, and flying backwards with the fierce wind around him, like a hideous mad woman.

However, there are so many demons in front of them, they are almost endless, and there is only one person himself.

Can you really escape?

After some mental calculations of vague concepts about time, speed, spirit, life, etc., Sherlock seemed to find that the odds of him surviving today were not high.

Unless there's something to buy yourself some time.

One minute

No.

Thirty seconds!

Thirty seconds is enough.

However, in such a desperate situation, where to get these thirty seconds?

That's it!

Abrupt!!

A light

It just appeared in front of me silently.

Not only Sherlock, but in fact, all the demons around the gates of hell, as well as all the humans on the airship, were squinted by this sudden golden light.

They were all stunned, completely confused, and their minds were blank.

The light fell from the sky and fell straight in front of Sherlock, and then a huge strong wind howled, and the earth began to vibrate, and then emitted a scorching heat, which instantly evaporated all the snow around it!

It wasn't until then that someone reacted.

This light came from outside the sky, it was so sudden, without any warning, in fact, if anyone who survived the last avalanche saw this scene at this time, they would be surprised to find that this light was actually the light that suddenly descended on the top of that snow-capped mountain three months ago.

So what the hell is this light?

In the past three months, according to the survivors' descriptions, many institutions in the empire have been investigating the nature of this light, and even the Temple of Light has gone through all the records of the past three hundred years, but still has not found any relevant records.

At this time, Sherlock was just thinking in his head: whatever he wants, as long as he can buy himself 30 seconds, it will be enough.

I don't know if there was really some force outside the sky that heard his request, or some kind of inexplicable coincidence, in short, a light just appeared.

Instantaneously descended and passed in an instant, leaving only the earth-shattering noise that broke out in hindsight, the violent wind and rain, the air waves in the sky, and a bottomless hole in the ground under the high temperature, and the frozen soil with this big hole as the center, which began to spread to the periphery and crack.

Boom————

The ground shook beneath his feet, and huge cracks spread out in all directions, and many demons fell into the cracks before they could react to what was happening.

Sherlock didn't know what was going on, he didn't have any energy to think about anything other than fleeing, he was bleeding, he was almost unconscious, and the wounds on his body were in bursts of pain that ordinary people could not bear with the crimson madness rushing beneath him.

But there's good news.

The appearance of that light did buy him a short time, and the cracks in the earth and the huge wind pressure made a clearly visible gap in the demon group.

At this moment, there was nothing else in his eyes, and all the muscles around Crimson suddenly stretched to the limit at this moment, like a big bow that had been pulled to the limit, and the last arrow on the bowstring that was ready to shoot out in an instant.

He no longer redirected, and he no longer dodged the fangs and bites that came at him. A large piece of flesh was torn off from his body, and regardless of how many sharp claws left a terrifying wound on his body, some sharp thing pierced his body, shattering several pieces of internal organs. However, none of that matters anymore, everything doesn't matter anymore.

Sherlock just swayed up the gap that had been cut out———— until he felt the darkness in front of him grow bigger and bigger, so huge that it enveloped him, and all the light around him was gone, and the deafening roars and roars seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

At this time, whether it is Sherlock or Crimson, their physical functions have reached a limit, three months of thousands of miles of tracking, the wind and snow in the hair drinking blood, the decisive descent from the top of the mountain, and the sacrificial rush in the demon tide, in the end, they are only left with the last monotonous thought, prompting them to run forward until they lose the concept of time, until they no longer realize how far they have run, so they exhaust the last trace of physical strength.

Finally, Sherlock loses consciousness.

"Wow————"

"Boom——————"

Sherlock didn't know how long he had been unconscious, just like in the longest dream, when his consciousness gradually returned, he felt like a sea of tears, and he seemed to forget who he was in that darkness, and he was about to sleep like this.

But suddenly, the sound of some metal hitting each other reached his ears.

The voices woke him up, he regained some consciousness in the darkness, then physical perception, his fingers trembled, and his eyes slowly opened.

A beam of light entered his pupils for the first time, making him feel very dazzling, and he had to squint his eyes again.

"Wow————"

"Oooooo————oo

The sound of metal striking sounded again, right beside him.

Immediately after, an unfamiliar voice was heard.

"Awake?"

"Hurry up and start eating, or no one will wait for you when the harvest closes in a while."

It was a man's voice, utterly impatient, and then Sherlock heard a sound of footsteps fading away, and it seemed that the man who spoke was gone.

It was only then that he finally took full control of his body and sat up with difficulty

(End of chapter)