No one is going in the direction of the gates of hell.

Even in order not to cause chaos among the demons in advance, the gate of the fortress leading to the gate of hell has not been opened for several months, and as the final decisive battle between humans and demons, the expeditionary force will not allow any accidents to happen.

"I'm grass!!" The tower worker was stunned for two seconds before he reacted: "Which bastard, is it the day of the demon in the brain?!" ”

He said angrily, this voice also attracted the attention of other staff, and they all turned their heads and looked at the airship, all stunned. Immediately afterward, everyone immediately frantically rummaged through the airship's communication channels.

"It's number 322!"

One of the soldiers closest to the communication station immediately pressed a button, and the sound was connected.

"This is the ground tower, this is the ground tower, and the 322 airship will return immediately! Return now! ”

The man whispered into the microphone.

But there was no response on the other side of the communicator.

"Number 322! Return now! The man intensified his words and said angrily, "I'm telling you to go back at once, you're heading in the direction of Hell's Gate!" ”

"Squeak-squeak-"

As the words fell, there was finally a response on the other end of the communicator, and after a shrill screech, a lazy voice rang out: "Oh, thank you, it seems that I am driving in the right direction." ”

“？？？”

There was a moment of silence, and the people on the tower didn't seem to react to the meaning of the other party's words at the first time, and a straight person frowned, and muttered tentatively: "This voice, why is it so familiar?" ”

"It's like Sherlock."

"Huh?"

"That's the wanted criminal!"

This sentence made many people's cold hairs stand up in an instant, they opened their mouths wide, looked at each other, and seemed to realize that this voice was really similar to that person's voice.

"Driver! Report your name! ”

One soldier's mind may have been a little foggy, and he asked into the microphone, not thinking at all about how he could possibly respond to the question if it was really the person on the other side.

Can be immediately followed

"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

On the other side of the microphone, the name was really said that was enough to make the whole tower fryer!

At this moment, it was like a sonic boom exploded suddenly in the not spacious space, and everyone only felt dizzy, couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear the sound, and even more had weak legs, sat directly on the chair, leaned back, and fell to the ground with the chair.

"I'm grass! I grass! The psychological quality of the civilian personnel of these armies is also considered to be strong, even the communicators who have never held a gun are still tough at this moment to sober up, quickly pounced on a big red button on the wall, and pressed it fiercely.

The next second.

In the entire military fortress, an extremely panicked announcement sounded.

"Attention everyone! Attention everyone! An airship is heading towards the Gates of Hell, piloted by a wanted criminal [Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes]! ”

The notice came a little suddenly, and some of the soldiers who were training, or who were holding guns and pulling the trigger on the target, didn't hear it too clearly, but there were still many people who raised their heads and looked at the sky.

No airship would travel in the direction of Hell's Gate, so it didn't take much trouble to discern it, and people saw the airship flying in the opposite direction, and a wave of absurd feelings flooded into everyone's hearts.

No one could have imagined why the wanted man who was being hunted in the hinterland of the empire suddenly appeared on the expedition route, and even less understood why this guy appeared in this fortress, let alone why he ran to the gates of hell.

Could it be that he is a humanoid spy sent by the devil?

Yes, if he wasn't on the demon side, how could he run back from hell alive?

Whatever, no matter how ridiculous the idea is, it doesn't matter, the top priority now is to get the airship down as soon as possible. If he is really the messenger of hell lurking in the world, then he must not be let back!

All of a sudden, these front-line expeditionary forces, which had been brewing for more than half a year, seemed to have found an outlet for their fighting spirit, and the piercing sirens sounded in the fortress, echoing wildly among the huge heavy fire weapons.

Almost all of the Expeditionary Force fighters were ready for battle, they got into the cannons, and turned the muzzles of the machine guns above the armored fighting vehicles to the sky, although there were some people who stood there and hesitated, these were the same people who had fought alongside Sherlock, their minds were confused, and they didn't know what to do with themselves, but their hesitation was nothing compared to the vast number of human warriors.

In this way, in less than a minute, the tiny airship in the sky had become the sole target of countless weapons.

"I said, according to my judgment, the airship we are in will completely disintegrate in five seconds, and we will both be blown up to the point that we will not even have a fingernail left." Above the airship, Crimson reminded faintly.

"You don't sound nervous." Sherlock responded.

"What am I nervous about, my body is buried in the Elbes Mountains, this demon is a shell of mine, it has been blown apart, I have to change another one."

"Then you can't kill all the people below for me?"

"I can't do it, I said it, my original intention was to protect humanity."

This answer made Sherlock smile: "Hehe, you're really strange, then you haven't killed me now, do you think that my series of actions can be regarded as protecting humanity?" ”

"Of course."

Crimson's words made Sherlock frown slightly, he seemed to have captured something that had been ignored by himself, if the Holy Light would not make any concessions on the premise of protecting humanity, then why would he favor himself, and even tolerate himself to do something that was enough to subvert social stability, what he said [human] did mean the people of the empire, or the remnants of humanity after 800 years, or what kind of broader humanity that he had not yet come into contact with?

These thoughts were vaguely in Sherlock's mind, but he didn't have time to think about them now, because countless points of light were already shooting at him from the ground.

These points of light exploded in the sky around the airship, forming clusters of blazing fire, and the bullets clanged into the cockpit wall of the airship, and the huge air bag above the head seemed to have been shot out of countless holes, and I don't know which one would detonate the flammable gas in the depths, so that the entire airship was instantly engulfed in flames.

"Let's go."

Sherlock threw his thoughts behind him and pulled open the cockpit door, and a terrifying wind rushed in, making his clothes and hair rattle.

In the next second, Sherlock stepped directly out of the hatch and jumped down, followed by Crimson, and a man and a ghost were like two streamlined air-dropped bombs falling from the sky and falling towards the mountains below.

Those craggy mountains are so familiar, Sherlock climbed the mountains with his bare hands, rushed into the demons, saved Miss Nightingale, and finally had to rush into the gates of hell.

After two years, he actually returned again, only this time, he didn't care about the demons below, but the human expeditionary force on the side of the mountain range, and the countless huge artillery batteries built on top of the mountain range.

"Remember how you felt last time?" Crimson Dao, it can be seen that the vertical dive has also left an unforgettable memory in the heart of a demon.

"Come on, I didn't feel like it was available last time, didn't you see that all the batteries were already aimed at us?" Sherlock muttered helplessly.

And then "Boom! With a bang, the impact of the fall smashed firmly on a huge ice cube, and the short cushion made Sherlock jump to the crimson shoulder, the latter's legs withstood the 10,000-year-old frost, I don't know how many terrifying shocks he ate, he stiffly adjusted his body, and rushed again with the acceleration of a few hundred meters in the right angle.

"You focus on running, I'll dodge the attack!" Sherlock opened his eyes, ignoring the gravel and ice that slashed in front of him like bullets, the cannonballs in the distance had arrived as scheduled, at this moment, the spirit of a man and a ghost was incomparably perfectly combined, the bright firelight, the loud noise in the distance, the speeding trajectory, every foothold on the cliff, every acceleration, every evasion, thousands of information gathered in Sherlock's mind, and transmitted to Crimson's almost perfect demon body.

No one can forget that day, under the daylight that lasted for more than two months, the scarlet figure that fell from the sky completed a shocking humanoid sprint.

Under the violent roar and the countless ammunition poured down, the whole valley vibrate, and those shells burst the ice, bombarded the mountain, causing a terrifying vibration at the top, the ice and snow that had been condensed for thousands of years began to shatter and collapse, and then caused a huge avalanche torrent from the top of the mountain, and the white snow curtain burst down, and the raised white almost lifted up to the sky!

And the small red figure is like a bird flying at the tip of the wave in the vertical tsunami, piercing all obstacles, crazy, unscrupulous, and even suicidal!

The huge roar echoed through the valley countless times, and when it reached people's ears, it was like a never-ending war drum, directly beating in the deepest part of people's souls, causing the heartbeat to resonate.

However, under such a thrilling picture, the soldiers of the expeditionary force still did not slow down the bombardment of the target, and the snow and the firelight almost used the red bird as the baseline, completely isolating the two worlds!

Under the wrath of nature and the deadly sniping of human technology, the figure was extraordinarily silent, focused, a knife that killed and killed, a desperate flying sword, persistently rushed forward, along the way there was no longer the usual sensitive and light visual experience of crimson, just straight forward, heavy steps smashed all the ice along the way, the scorching bullet fire evaporated the snow curtain, turned into a flying snow rain, slapped on the body, and was steamed out by the high temperature to produce a strong steam.

Flames, ice and snow, rain, white smoke, ice, firelight, silence, roar, all kinds of elements that should not appear together were so stiffly meshed together, and the acceleration of gravity had reached an incredible level at this moment, and the soldiers who were several kilometers away could no longer keep up with the phantom.

In the last fortress of war of the expeditionary force, all the soldiers raised their heads, looked at the mountains that had been overlooking for months, looked at the cliff that was like a knife cutting over, looked at this magnificent picture that made people's minds buzz and their hearts stirred, and for a moment, they even wondered if this shadow came straight to them and crossed the entire war fortress with an avalanche in the sky, then they would be able to stop him. Will it really be like in the mythical story, the god of war and the white horse killed seven in and seven out of the army, I don't know how many heads were cut off, I don't know how many corpses were pierced, and it was still like entering a no-man's land.

Fortunately, this moment did not happen, the shadow rushed straight towards the bottom of the cliff, towards the direction of the gate of hell, the speed after I don't know how many climbs, has reached the limit of people's visual capture, it seems that if he continues to rush, he will fall into the 10,000-year-old ice below the cliff, shattered to pieces, or pierced by those sharp spikes.

What no one expected was that at this moment, the scarlet shadow suddenly jumped up on the vertical cliff, with that terrifying and incredible speed. It really flew like a flamingo.

(End of chapter)