Chapter 487: This is still a fart
Inspector Graus noticed the Inquisitor's eyes and followed the other's line of sight.
"Who are those two people?"
Hopkins sighed: "You should have heard of that bespectacled officer, called Baskerville, directly under General Patton, and he was once known as the most powerful contractor under Lord Dante. β
When the name of Baskerville appeared, the burly detective sergeant's muscles tensed suddenly, although he had never been to the front line, but he had heard the name Baskerville too many times, and he did not expect that the government would be able to invite such people.
Immediately afterward, his gaze shifted to the old man by the wall, and at the same time, Hopkins also said, "As for this old fellow. It is Major General Ulysses, who has never commanded a large-scale operation, but with a team of veterans of less than 100 people under his command, he has forcibly killed the rank of a major general, and when it comes to small-scale combat command, he is estimated to be dozens of times stronger than your Royal Bureau of Investigation. β
This kind of comparative evaluation would be rude to others, but it can only feel particularly oppressive when it comes out of Hopkins's mouth.
"Also, see the gun in his hand, it was personally developed by the director of the Imperial Mechanical Academy before his death, the only one in the world, the range and accuracy are extremely outrageous, it can fire a highly concentrated sedative bullet specially designed to deal with demons and contractors, it is said that it seems that a single shot is tens of thousands of imperial coins, this old man has unlimited ammunition supply Sherlock is very strong, but I guess that he can only withstand three rounds at most, and he will completely lose consciousness."
"Phewββββ," Inspector Graus exhaled slowly, "If I were Sherlock, I would have turned myself in." β
Yes, it is impossible for ordinary people to make such a big battle in order to hunt down one person, but it seems that the atmosphere in this church is still tense and urgent, as if so many people have gathered, and it is still not reassuring.
"According to the two days I have repeatedly watched the video of the target's exercises along the shores of the Redk Strait, I can confirm that he has a strong strength beyond the ordinary third-order contractor, the peak of his reaction and instantaneous analysis ability is about 70 milliseconds, and the most terrifying thing is that there is almost no delay in the transmission of his body and reaction, that is, The 0.07 seconds it takes for him to see something allows his body to react most effectively, and that's still excluding his ability to reason in the long run, so I suspect that at a distance of 200 meters, no weapon of destruction below the speed of sound will be able to deal effective damage to it. β
A young man wearing the work clothes of the Institute of Life Sciences said with some emotion on a whiteboard, which was full of various calculation formulas, and more than a dozen people in front of him were holding small notebooks, recording something with extremely serious faces.
The young man is not nameless, his name is Jamie. Daniels, a name that should have been very prestigious in the Imperial industry, also had a period of contact with Sherlock, and during the contact, he developed an indelible anger and hatred towards Sherlock for the rest of his life.
One side of his face was now completely collapsed, and half of his ears had disappeared from the impact of the force, all because Sherlock had slapped him, and when he spoke, his face twitched from time to time, because he had a permanent epilepsy in the brain due to the connection of too many demons after he had sat on a soul vision device without permission.
That's right, he's the same life sciences genius who had had some arguments with Sherlock in an underground factory outside London. All his honors, his name as a genius, the trust he placed in him by the Academy of Sciences, his handsome face, and his girlfriend, were all removed from him because of Sherlock. His life was ruined by Sherlock, and he even thought about killing himself, but his once-genius pride kept him humiliated, waiting for the day when he could take revenge on that guy.
Unexpectedly, this day has really come!
"Actually, this is just his personal ability, let's not forget, he is a contractor, and please believe me, he is an atypical contractor with multiple demon summoning abilities, and can summon third-order great demons in the hinterland of the empire."
Following the words of genius Jamie, a woman's voice followed.
This woman is very beautiful, although she can't compare with people like Nightingale or Erin, but at a young age, she has a very capable and calm atmosphere, which is undoubtedly a huge attraction for many Muqiang men.
The girl is called. Well, she should have a great name, but like Jamie, her name didn't leave any trace in Sherlock's mind.
"Impossible." As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged cleric sitting in a chair retorted, "There may be a few geniuses who possess more than one contract demon, but I don't believe that anyone can summon a third-order contract creature under the shroud of holy light!" β
Indeed, it is cognitive common sense that large void rifts cannot appear under the Light.
However, the woman was silent for a moment: "I used to think so, but he summoned a large demon in front of my eyes, and my patientβββ Augustine the Great died by my side. β
This woman was the nurse in charge of Augustine the Great's health, and her identity was naturally convincing, after all, she had no reason to make a clumsy joke with the life of an emperor.
"Since the death of Augustine the Great, I have been studying Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, I secretly inquired about the guards of the city who experienced the assassination back then, according to rough calculations, the number of demons below the second order that the target can summon has reached about two hundred, and the summoning distance is likely to have no strict upper limit, if you have to give me a value, then I think that the distance of his contract link is 10,000 kilometers. β
"Poof!" I don't know where the sound of a squirting of water sounded from nowhere, but no one looked around to look for it, and the whole church was silent.
"Ahem, then I'll add some too." A rickety man in a wheelchair spoke, perhaps as the cause of the airway lesion, and his voice sounded an uncomfortable sense of friction, but no one had a look of disgust on their faces, but they all stared at him intently.
If nothing else, just because this person who is too rickety is a servant of God.
However, the current divine servant does not have any arrogant aura, but is more like a frail patient: "A few years ago, I was one of the first divine servants to go to the expeditionary route. Sherlock Holmes' bullying.
In the years that followed, I struggled to survive on the battlefield because my lower limb was blown off and I couldn't follow the advance troops, and I spent those years gathering information about that bastard.
I was able to determine the following.
First, the target is somehow connected to the Light, and I suspect that he can unilaterally receive the Revelation of the Light without the sacrifice of the Servant.
Second, the target's connection with the Light must be established within the scope of the Light, and on a battlefield without the Light, he cannot summon any demons.
Thirdly, his demon seems to have some kind of self-awareness, as I have seen his demon send him back to the military base, and while it is incredible, I have reason to suspect that the target was in a coma during that journey.
Fourth, and the one I want to tell you the most, is.
The target has the ability to raid and plunder other people's demons! β
The fact that one person could not fight an entire empire has been so deeply believed in history that even Dante could not have such power.
However, in this church at this moment, people have doubts about the veracity of this statement.
Because if a person is naturally protected by the Holy Light, and can overturn some of the rules of the Holy Light, summon a huge number of demons, and don't care about the opening of large void rifts, wantonly plunder other people's contract creatures, and can reach tens of millions of kilometers of control distance.
Is this person really a person?
Can he really be killed?
"Oh, that's ridiculous." In the crowd, there was finally one person who smiled uncontrollably: "It's like it's true, I think you're all scared by that guy. How could anyone be so strong? How could anyone casually talk to the Light?
If that's the case, wouldn't what we're saying and doing now be known by that guy named Sherlock?
After all, the Light is omniscient and omnipotent.
That's a fart, let's just give up the entire empire! β
The man spoke in a very light tone, but it was impossible to refute it, indeed, if the Light was on the side of a single individual, then that person was already naturally invincible, and could never be tracked, caught, or killed.
For a while, some people even felt that the formation of this [221B wanted team] was a bit unnecessary, otherwise, they would break up today, pack up and go home, and then wait for the imperial government to take the initiative to find an excuse to revoke the wanted warrant.
But at this moment.
The doors of the church were slowly pushed open.
A wheelchair, or rather a flat cart, was pushed in, and on the flat cart was a golden cloth with something covered underneath, slightly raised.
The servant who was still talking just now turned sideways, looked at the flat car that was being pushed in, his pupils trembled violently, if his lower limbs hadn't been blown off, he probably would have jumped up and knelt on the ground.
"Old. The old god envoy?! β
(End of chapter)