Theoretically speaking, the contractor is a specific group of people who have a certain connection with future things because of the overlap of time and space.

It's not a big deal.

However, when creatures pass through the rift in time and space, they will mutate, and the corridor that has housed more than 800 years is like a reverse birth, turning countless lives into incomprehensible monsters.

As a result, the contractors inevitably tend to these monsters.

Maybe this is the so-called retrospective power of time, after all, the life related to you in the future has mutated into that way, and you can't be too normal now.

Of course, the Empire's research on contractors and demons has not yet reached this level, and they have only discovered that the physical strength of contractors is constantly approaching in the direction of demons, and that's it.

A third-order Great Contractor has enough power to smash through steel, the tightness between muscles can block most bullets, explosive power, staying power, and the instantaneous reaction power of limbs are more than ten times, or even hundreds of times that of ordinary people.

And Sherlock, for various reasons, has long gone beyond the scope of a normal contractor, facing those demons and armies that are like hungry wolves in early spring......

He twisted his shoulder, which had just been slightly stiff with pleasure.

This is not the first time he has experienced this kind of overwhelming encirclement and suppression.

On the other side of Hell's Gate, he was once targeted by the army.

It's just that at that time, he has been hiding in the city, and the military didn't dare to bombard the last human city just because of capturing an intruder from another world, so he could only use weapons that were not too lethal, and on the periphery of the city, although Sherlock was hunted down by the military of another world, but at that time he had crimson, and there was always the possibility of escaping.

But at this moment, he didn't have any external force, the power of the holy light was cut off, and the demon could not be summoned.

He was alone in the truest sense of the word.

So, will he still be able to live?

He didn't know either.

Sherlock doesn't think he'll be able to live unharmed after he has turned the empire into a mess, but he can't stand here without fighting and waiting to die.

On the contrary, his fighting spirit at this moment was so high that he smoked every puff of cigarette so freely and fiercely, as if he wanted to pour this burning pain into every inch of his lungs, and then after the last cigarette burned out, his body gradually leaned forward, and at the moment when some emotion climbed to the peak, he couldn't wait, so he ran in the opposite direction towards the huge bombardment team, and above the wilderness, on one side was the flying sand and rocks that could no longer see the full moon, On one side was a cloud of smoke and dust that shot straight into the sky.

In a few seconds, the wind and sand finally collided together.

In the wind and sand, there is a vague ghostly figure that can hardly be captured with realization, and the terrifying speed and agility are supported by incredible strength, under the high-speed travel, every turn needs to be completed with a huge force beyond ordinary people's understanding, and the seemingly emaciated body continues to bear the shock and impact from the physical plane in a seemingly extremely short period of time.

A storm formed in the dust, a demon fell, a bomb exploded, smoke rose, and then a large cloud of debris flew and the sound of heavy and hard collisions echoed through the wilderness like war drums.

The battle between a large demon and an army is tragic, but at least it can be regarded as a battle, but the battle between a thin person and an army is so absurd, it is not a problem of combat effectiveness, but a problem of volume, a problem of force area, and the problem of the base of combat members on both sides.

Anyway, everything seems so grotesque.

A hand bone that had been removed from an unknown demon was inserted into the cockpit of a chariot, and the ammunition loaded inside the chariot was smashed into the demon horde, causing a violent roar.

The shadow perfectly avoided every precise blow of the encirclement team, used the opponent's contract demon to dodge or block those missiles from the sky overhead, and survived on the other side of the gate of hell for more than a year. Counter-killing.

It's just that at that time, he would never have imagined that one day these thoughts would be applied to the land he was familiar with and grew up in.

So, there's nothing left to be nostalgic about.

The shadow became more and more insane, and even suddenly turned itself into a bullet, smashed into the demon's eye socket, rushed into its skull, and then smashed the back of its head, burrowed out with blood and brains, and then turned into a dangerous gale that could not be caught again, appearing again and again in some unthinkable location, killing a demon in an unimaginable way, or overturning a chariot, smashing the head of a contractor, and turning into a desperate ghost in the night, in the valley, in the smoke of gunpowder, Invisible Killing Blade......

However, as I said just now, the battle between a person and an army is already a ridiculous farce on the cardinal, and the people who came to encircle and suppress Sherlock this time are naturally the most elite warbands on the front line, and the warriors who have been fighting demons in the ice and snow for more than ten years are of course ready to sacrifice their lives for the empire.

Although it was something they had never thought of not dying at the hands of demons, the heinous human traitor seemed to be an even more terrifying existence, the veterans were not afraid of death, they firmly believed that there was a better future for humanity behind them, and this expectation must not be broken, so these people completely ignored the slaughter of the demons, and continued to press him cold-blooded and ruthless, casting a cold and hard wall that did not shrink.

Therefore, this battle is fundamentally the most basic and bloody race battle of one race against the evil demons, whether you live or die, and there is no other possibility.

The attack was persisted by the demon again and again, but it didn't matter, the imperial warrior was willing to trade his life for the demon's exhaustion, willing to cover the demon's body with his own flesh and blood, the sticky blood would block his movements, and it would consume his spirit.

In fact, for a war, just a few hundred people died, which is nothing at all.

weapons, there are.

Ammunition, there is.

Soldiers who are willing to die for the sake of a better future for mankind, there are.

And the goal is only yourself.

From the end of that cigarette until this time, Sherlock had held out for ten minutes, and he had been slaughtering for ten minutes, and he actually didn't know how long he could hold out, and the huge encirclement circle that stretched for more than ten kilometers could not even see the end of his sight, let alone break through.

The dense attack kept his physical strength consumed, and he would not give him even a moment's rest, his ears were full of deadly whistling, he keenly predicted the time of the next wave of strafing again, and instantly retreated more than ten meters, avoiding a series of bombardments, and by the way, he dragged a passing contractor out of the chariot and directly pulled out his cervical vertebrae.

And the moment it hit the ground, a demon followed, bravely pounced, its huge fangs pierced Sherlock's chest, and a contractor suddenly jumped up from the smoke behind him, and a hand cannon in his hand went straight to the back of Sherlock's head.

This kind of killing situation happens in almost every moment of the battlefield.

The moonlight could not penetrate the dust, but the Imperial soldiers who were waiting in the distance to besiege them again seemed to be able to see the terrible scene in the smoke of gunpowder, they were all from the coalition forces on the Great Expedition, they had heard the names of their targets in that cold world two years ago, and their minds were so complicated at this moment.

They knew that the man must have suffered a lot of blows, he must be scarred at the moment, but they didn't know when he would fall.

And at this moment, at the top of the valley on the edge of the wilderness, Major General Ulysses looked at the time and felt that it was almost time, so he slowly half-crouched down, set up the lame waste leg, and raised the sniper rifle beside him as if in slow motion.

It's a spear designed to deal with demons, but theoretically, it was never developed with the intention that it would one day target a human.

In this world, perhaps only Sherlock alone has endured the kind of bullet that costs an astonishing amount of money, and can completely collapse a third-order great demon with a single shot.

Major General Ulysses closed one eye and pressed his dazed eyeball closer to the eyepiece, and during the long battle, his eyesight seemed to have completely abandoned the role of normal life communication in favor of the eyepiece of the gun.

The extremely skillful posture, the incomparably sparse and ordinary aiming action, because the whole process is too smooth, so that even people who have never seen the firearm shooting screen will be sure that the next second he will pull the trigger, and a bullet will hit the target.

But this time, Major General Ulysses hesitated for the first time in his life.

As a soldier, of course, he must follow military orders, and he will certainly kill the demons who try to destabilize the empire.

But for some reason, at this moment, he thought of the various intersections between himself and Sherlock, of the man who stepped into the snow alone to save the Imperial soldiers, of the journey to find Nightingale that went straight to the gates of hell, of the sympathy he felt when he learned that he was dead, and of his return from the gates of hell again, listening to the reports of the battle on the front line, and smiling in the small barracks where no one was.

At this moment, he was aiming at the other party, and this scene made this veteran who had been on the battlefield all his life have a sense of separation that cannot be ignored.

There was even a moment, for the first time in his life, he felt that he was old after all, and he couldn't understand the world anymore. Applied for discharge.

In the next moment, his fingers pressed back steadily.

"Bang!"

The heavy recoil between the hands was transmitted to the shoulders, and the sound of the extremely complicated mechanical structure was instantly mixed with the gunshot, and the characteristic bullets worth several armored combat vehicles were instantly shot out from the barrel of the gun more than a meter long, spinning at high speed to avoid all the fire, explosions, smoke, scorching air, the demon's shoulder, the edge of the chariot, and cut a straight line on the battlefield without touching any foreign objects, directly hitting the afterimage that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

(End of chapter)