In an airship, a large, streamlined body curled up.

More than two years ago, the Light was unable to establish a connection with Sherlock across the Redk Strait, so it planted a trace of self-consciousness directly in the demon's body, turning it into a walking light receiver.

But unfortunately, this Holy Light receiver is a physical structure after all, and it can't emit a large number of signal sources within a certain range like those mobile phones, otherwise, as long as the Crimson is located, it will be the scope of the Holy Light.

It doesn't matter, as long as there's a crimson, that's enough.

No one knew where Sherlock was since he was hidden, but Crimson did, because as long as the entire empire found the area that suddenly lost its shrouded light, Sherlock would definitely be there.

As a demon, Crimson certainly can't speak, but it has a mind of its own, and as long as you reach out and point in a certain direction, people will naturally understand what it means.

The airship slowly rises, moving in a fixed direction, over the city, the mountains, the fields, the river, Ms. Erin has her own air line, and she has her own stops for take-off and landing, well, she actually has her own airship factory, and there is more than one.

Anyway, the airship gradually sailed towards the wasteland, pushed away the clouds, saw the smoke of war below, and then the figure jumped down like a depth charge rushing to the ground.

Crimson is taken into custody by the government, so we'll help you get it out.

If the body is dissected, then we will heal it.

The light is blocked and can't summon demons, so we'll ship it straight over.

As a result, the huge shadow fell from the sky, shaking the wind and sand in the sky, instantly enveloping Sherlock's body, and the hard demon body and exoskeleton blocked the strafing from all directions.

"What are you doing ———— early?" Sherlock was not grateful for Crimson's arrival at this moment of death, and even had some joking resentment.

Then he closed his eyes.

In the next second, without the slightest hesitation, the red-and-white figure picked up the tiny human covered in blood and rushed towards a col on the edge of the wilderness.

When it just fell from the sky, Crimson had already seen the entire battlefield and its surroundings, so it knew where to flee from, and it also knew where the sniper point in charge was in the distance, and those vehicles, gunfire, and missiles became not so lethal in an instant under Crimson's full speed.

Major General Ulysses, who was at the edge of the battlefield, witnessed a rescue from outside the sky, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he immediately raised his gun to aim at the demon.

But knowing where the sniper point is, how can Crimson give the other party another chance.

But, but!

At the very moment when Crimson began to break through at an incredible speed, a dull roar suddenly erupted from the steel fire circle not far away, and then the ground beneath his feet began to tremble even more violently, shaking the tracks of those chariots squeaked.

"Boom!"

A chariot was flipped from behind, and immediately after, a huge contract demon that could not hide its form could not be concealed by the thick smoke rushed out of the flames, like a galloping hill crashing down towards Crimson!

The body was so huge that the fire in the rear was blocked, leaving only a palpitating shadow under the moon, and the gunfire in the distance stopped, the neighing of artillery fire also dissipated, and the blocking team stopped covering the fire, because under such a huge body, the fire could no longer accurately hit the target.

Whether there was any emotion of horror in Crimson's thoughts, no one knew, its demeanor seemed so solemn, silently maintaining a high-speed run, and did not slow down.

So, in the night when the roar suddenly stopped, the Hound of the Baskervilles frantically pounced on its prey, and the two most powerful demons in the empire finally collided together in a tough collision between the flying sand and rocks, how terrifying the sound was, the wide field suddenly seemed narrower, and countless gravels suddenly exploded on the way of running and pursuing, like the terrifying gunfire continuously, flying on the surface of the chariot farther and farther away, hitting some scattered tree trunks, Cut those dry lives into shocking stumps.

In this world, there is probably only the battle between these two creatures that can form such an incredible scene, the earth has become brutal under the heavy trampling, and the cracked ground roars and flies to kill the nimble, but equally powerful red shadow.

The mountain col in the distance seemed to be extremely far away, but it was rapidly approaching the wind and sand, and a blazing hot wind blew beside his crimson cheeks, and smashed into the huge body behind him, and each foot chopped the ground to form a large crack, like thunder from the surface of the earth.

Once on a snowy night many years ago, these two demons had an amazing battle as far as the results were. It was Crimson who stood and left, Baskerville was not a person who held grudges, in fact, in his heart, Sherlock was one of the few people who recognized his strength.

He never imagined that this guy would suddenly become an enemy of the Empire.

Even in his psyche, he wondered if there was some misunderstanding or conspiracy in it.

But this is not the point for him, as a bloodthirsty person who kills red eyes on the battlefield, and even his own companions will suffer, from childhood to adulthood, he has been surrounded by life and death, and has not undergone any humane education, but constantly hones his killing skills, Baskerville may be the second person in this world who can ignore life to such an extent.

[Although it is a pity that you have become an enemy, but you will die eventually, and the person who killed you is better than me. 】

This is the true psychological portrayal of this officer at this time, which may not be understood by normal people, but for Baskerville, it is his great recognition of a strong man.

So, he enjoyed the chase at this moment very much, the wind blew his scalp numb for a while, and he could clearly smell the smell of that person's blood, this smell of blood made his fighting spirit more and more high, and he cracked a sharp tooth like a nervous person, took off the glasses that affected his vision, and suddenly, the power in his body suddenly exploded, and he accelerated again.

Under the frantic speed, two bodies of disparity in size collided together, followed by a deafening roar, it was hard to imagine that the collision between the flesh could make a roar of explosions one after another, but this time the battle between the two demons was completely different from the last time, after a few moments of physical contact, Crimson suddenly retreated, and began to accelerate and flee again.

One of the most powerful contract demons in the world, when it spends all its mind on escaping, it is really difficult for anyone to leave it behind.

Crimson tore through the steel front of the encirclement, leaped to the edge of the undulating mountain col in the distance, and then rushed up another even taller mountain, a speed that no normal war vehicle could keep up with.

Since the Hound of the Baskervilles is encased in heavy armor scales, climbing a mountain is a great way to escape.

But where else can you escape?

There is always a mountain top, and when you get to the top of the mountain, you will always go down, so what next? Climb over another mountain? Or run wildly across the next wasteland.

A few minutes later, the huge body leapt up to the top of the mountain along the jagged rocks.

The Hound of the Baskervilles dragged their heavy bodies behind, but at the end of the mountain, there was a cliff.

At that time, the sky was already glowing with white and red morning light, and as far as the eye could see, the horizon and the mountains looked so magnificent, and the faint white edges that escaped made those sharp peaks seem gentle.

There seems to be no escape.

In the next second, Crimson jumped as hard as she could.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Baskerville, who had just climbed to the top, a scene that seemed to have been seen in many, newspapers, and even countless teenagers' passionate bloody dreams appeared.

At the bottom of the cliff, an airship slowly rose, and Crimson grabbed the chain that was seated at the junction of the huge airbag below, and hung it in the air, following the airship to climb rapidly until it disappeared above the clouds.

(End of chapter)