What is the other side of the Dark Gate?

In the past few months, thousands of troops have spread around the col, and that is all the military power in this world.

For the sake of the only remaining glimmer of hope, the world government has given up its defense against the demons in the wilderness, and has concentrated all its forces in this place, like a wild dog about to starve to death, frantically desperate, abandoning all the remaining ways to survive, either succeed or die.

What they witnessed was a spectacle that words could not describe.

If it was already an incredible scene for the man in the col to use the tentacles like a tidal wave to burrow into the bodies of tens of millions of mutated creatures, then at this moment, people are seeing a terrifying picture that completely subverts cognition.

Mutated creatures will be connected to the coordinates of life centuries ago due to the confusion of time and space, and then use the time rift to go back to 800 years ago, but who would have thought that tens of millions of mutant creatures would be such a scene when they pass through the time rift, the mountains have been shrouded in darkness, no wind, no light, no temperature, only the dense roar that is close in front of you, but comes from far away.

What's even more incredible is that when this dark crack is huge enough to a certain extent, the two planes converge under a certain concept!

Gradually, the snowflakes became denser and more grand, and the 10,000-year-old snow above the clouds swept down one after another, and the cold above the peak of several thousand meters appeared in the hot mountains centuries later.

It was the first visitor from another world 36 years ago.

It was this person who kidnapped that special baby and pushed the world into the abyss from which it will never return!

And beneath the mountain, the machine that had been robbed of centuries and recorded everything had finally returned to its original world.

Together, there was a temple, messy icy mountain rocks, the corpses of countless demons buried in the darkness on the top of a snow-capped mountain, the flesh and blood that burst out, roared, red and white intertwined, and the liquid that burst out was frozen again before melting, showing red ice cubes in full bloom, all of which were strangely fused together before the huge space-time rift that stretched for thousands of miles.

Finally, the silence between the two was broken by the soft sound of a lighter, the army did not fire, the soldier did not charge, because the old man did not move, and Sherlock did not move, only the little spark that flickered and stirred everyone's hearts.

The pupils of the people in this world were trembling, feeling the slightest coolness of the white crystals melting on their bodies, their mouths open, their limbs trembling, not knowing whether it was fear, excitement, shock, or a more incomprehensible emotion. Some people raised their heads, clasped their hands, tried to catch the snowflakes, and inexplicably began to burst into tears as they melted, and at the same time, nervously licking the freshly melted snow, as if afraid that they would disappear, they followed the most primitive and stupid way of thinking of life, and felt that eating it in their stomachs was their own.

Sherlock still doesn't care about himself, always deliberately deviating the topic.

Lord Dante was not shocked by the dark and inky spectacle around him, perhaps in every dream he had dreamed of crossing the gates of hell in every dream over the years, so this place was too familiar to him, he was still wearing the white sweatshirt in the seaside town, stepping on the broken bones of the demon under his feet, bowing his head slightly, but his thin body was like a god in front of thousands of people.

People in this world have never seen snow, the high temperature of the sun scorching the planet, even the surface of the ocean is almost dry, human beings can only rely on the underground water sources below the kilometer to survive, there is no rain, no snow, only the perennial high temperature of more than 40 degrees Celsius and the weathered dry sand.

Snow. That's a description that can only be found in historical documents.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what it is, at this time, it's just a difference in personal positions, a freedom advocate who doesn't want to be bound, and an extremist who is willing to dedicate everything to the ethnic group, there is no topic of interaction between the two people, if these two people are ordinary people, then they may never know each other for the rest of their lives.

Dante the Great

The man lowered his gaze slightly.

"Close the rift in space!" Dante stared at Sherlock, no roar or anger, but an irrefutable expression to the man in front of him.

"You see, when you get here, you finally don't have to hypocritically call the rift [Hell's Gate], doesn't it feel quite relaxed?"

Due to the distance, many people could not see the face of this figure clearly, but almost everyone knew who this person was.

But they were the first people in this world to come into contact with hope in centuries. It turned out that the hope was white, cold and cold.

"I told you before that if you betrayed humanity one day, I would kill you with my own hands."

I don't know why, compared to the roar of thousands of demons, this roar is actually not too big, but it is easily caught in the deafening desire, and there is no way to ignore it at the moment it reaches the ears, people turn their eyes, and their hearts are dragged out by this sound in the complex emotions of the moment just now, and thousands of troops begin to hold their breath, uneasy, cautious, and even before receiving orders, they rushed into the preparation for the most tragic battle.

"Oh, that's a bit impressive." Sherlock stretched out his hands, "But the people here aren't human?"

It's just a little disturbing that a rumbling sound came from far and near on the other side of the darkness.

It's a little silly, it's funny, it's just some snowflakes.

But fate, fate just screwed them together very unpleasantly, and there were two times and two worlds in between.

These snowflakes traveled from the summit of Mount Elbes 800 years ago through the time and space of several worlds to this tragic future.

"Close, space-time rift." Dante's tone slowed down a little, word by word, with great clarity.

Finally, a few seconds later, an emaciated figure fell from the darkness and landed between the red ice cubes, and a white hair exploded, hiding countless white snows in the process, fluttering between the bright reds, like a white flame that was burning.

The sky was black, the feet were white, and Lord Dante was full of white hair, dressed in plain clothes, and Sherlock was dressed in a black trench coat, and his messy black hair was dancing in the snow, as if he was some, deliberately putting the two people in opposite positions, and hastily distinguishing the two with monotonous black and white.

"Heh, I'm quite surprised, I thought you found out that I did these things, and you would be angry and slap me to death without saying a word." Sherlock replied with ease.

It's a play on words, or some kind of cognitive bias.

In front of the old man was the man who still didn't seem to have much energy.

In the dark,

Some snowflakes are falling slowly.

People stretched out their hands and watched blankly at the fine snow falling from the sky, falling on the palms of their hands, and then slowly melting into the palm prints.

If there really is a god or a creator, then when arranging this series of episodes, it is definitely with the worst, most bastard thinking and state of mind.

So based on such a very simple truth, it has evolved into the most direct and irreconcilable ending

I don't have to talk about it.

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