Chapter 525: Death

It was just a few lines of dialogue, but it was played on a loop for more than 20 hours.

Whoever you are, you should be bored.

But on this day, the people of the empire did not complain, did not curse the radio staff of the Holy Journal for being lazy, and tried to get through the day's work with a recording from four or five years ago.

They were just stunned, speechless, staring at the radio as if waiting for themselves to suddenly wake up from their beds and tell themselves that it was all just a dream.

Sadly, however, no one wakes up, but instead plays it over and over again, turning the whole world into a ridiculous dream.

What do you mean?

The initiator behind the major accident in London was the Holy Son of the Holy See back then?

Who succeeded to the throne as pope after that?

Is it the current Emperor?

Is it a human hero?

People feel that their brains are being swept by the train, and the wheels of each train are galloping, and the gada gada is pressing their temples or heavenly spirit covers, and they can't tell whether they have a headache or dizziness, their faces are numb, and their hands can't stop trembling, and some people sit on the ground and never want to get up again, and their families don't come forward to help them when they see this scene, for fear that they will fall to the ground after taking a few steps.

At this moment, a lot of things were thought out.

Why did the Holy See suddenly break with the Temple of Light?

Why the most powerful religions in history, grounded in faith, have abandoned the Light.

Why is it that the current army is not allowed to act on its own, watching the new gates of hell swallow up the Elbes Mountains.

Why did Lord Dante drag his old body and jump into hell alone?

Could it be that the man named Moriarty is behind all this?! This world was about to move towards a better future, and his purpose was to destroy this path?!

Not only that, maybe the closure of the Gates of Hell was just a lie, otherwise why would a new Gates of Hell have devoured the Temple of Light?

Human beings always seem to subconsciously look for an original sin in times of crisis, so these above thoughts are easily germinated in the minds of most imperial citizens, and in just a few hours, in the middle of this recording, a terrifying image that tries to destroy the world is born, a mastermind behind the deception of hundreds of millions of people, and an evil demon finally shows his ugly face.

Of course, no one wondered how this report exposing the true face of the demon was released, and how the recording was able to go on the radio for more than 20 hours without any problems.

People don't even think about why this person wants to destroy the world, but they just have a very stereotypical impression that the demons are going to destroy the world, that's all.

And in the dark rift of time and space, between the overlapping of the Elbes Mountains and the two temporal gaps, the Temple of Holy Light had been smashed and collapsed in the previous demonic rainstorm, and then turned into ruins in the steel torrent that followed. It is hard to imagine that such a sacred structure, which has been revered by the world for centuries, is nothing more than a hindrance that can be destroyed at will in the eyes of people in the other world.

In fact, theoretically speaking, the existence of the Holy Light itself is extremely ridiculous, it was brought from the desperate world 800 years later, people hate hell, but at the same time worship the product of hell, to use some vulgar words to describe this behavior, that is, when the bitch set up the archway, while shouting the chastity of the sworn defense, while opening her legs.

Of course, it seems that the people of the Empire will never know this truth, and the people of the desperate world do not bother to pay attention to the weight of the Holy Light in the hearts of the people of the Empire.

A gray mechanical creature that had been buried in the mountains for centuries, but still exuded a bright metallic luster, appeared in front of the eyes of all the soldiers.

When the exhilarations reach their extreme, they are silent.

People stood in place, quietly watching the transport truck slowly drive out of the cave, no shouting, no excited mutual hugs, only some trembling bodies, choking in the sourness in the nasal cavity, and the tough soldiers who were scarred and unwilling to say anything suddenly burst into tears, but watched the convoy pass by with their mouths closed.

The mechanized troops began to withdraw, and the turquoise metallic machine drove out of the temporal rift, and they wanted to escort it out safely.

And in the test base of the Survivor Alliance government, Lilith forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart, she hung up the phone in her hand, and then took a deep breath.

"I left work early today." Her voice was still a little trembling: "Rest well after you go back, the console will be delivered to the test base in three days, at that time, it will be difficult to rest again."

Some of the experimenters behind them understood what this meant, nodded their heads, left the office, and issued the order.

A mutilated experiment that had been delayed for 800 years finally waited for the opportunity to be completed; The people of this world have finally grasped the hope of escaping, and since they have grasped it, they will never let it go.

If you catch it, you won't let go!

Far away in the Elbes Mountains, in a collapsed mountain, two people with decades of age difference clung to each other tightly and did not let go.

When friends who haven't seen each other for many years meet again, or when they hold hands with separate couples, or when they hug relatives, there are always moments when people hold each other tightly and feel that they don't want to be separated again.

And the two people who only wanted to take each other's lives finally seemed to have exhausted their physical strength at this moment, even if they were lying between the fragmented rocks, they were unwilling to let go of the hands that were deeply dipped in the flesh and blood, for fear that someone would run away, and when they waved their fists, it would not be easy to hit each other again.

Sherlock's body was already the color of blood, and his bones were broken, and he wanted to raise his arm just now, but his forearm was just hanging aside, like a broken branch.

Compared to him, Lord Dante next to him seems to be much better, although he is also covered in blood, but these blood should not be his, after all, he can't see too serious injuries on his body, but his age is too big, he has already sensed that his life is coming to an end, and this time when he was dying, he suddenly began to squeeze his participation in life, which made his life burn rapidly.

At this moment, he sat in the rubble of blood and rubble, sweat began to seep from his body, washing away the bright red blood stains on his skin, and coughing from time to time.

"I said last time I was in your seaside hut, old man. Pay attention to the body and see if you don't listen. I can't hold it up. ”

Sherlock lay beside the old man like a puddle of corpses, still saying very inconsequential words, accompanied by breath, spurting out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

Master Dante coughed for a while, and said calmly, "When I rest, I will kill you." ”

"What can you do if you kill me, you're about to die, and do you think the empire will return to its original state after you die?"

“.” Dante was silent, not sure if he was speechless or didn't want to answer the question.

After a long time.

He stood up, walked to Sherlock's side with difficulty, stretched out his withered hand, and grabbed the other man's throat.

Sherlock's trachea was deflated, and the sheer force was blocking the blood supply to his brain, and he grabbed Dante's wrist and tried to break it open, but the huge difference in strength made it impossible for him to do so.

So he clenched the fist that was left to move, and with all the strength of his body, he smashed it into the old man's temple fiercely.

A bang exploded in the valley, and the unsuspecting forehead bone junction suffered a terrifying blow, and Lord Dante's ears instantly became deaf, and there was a buzz in his brain, but he still did not let go of his hand that was white, but increased his strength.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

A loud bang continued, Sherlock repeatedly hit the old man's head, according to this kind of force feedback, even if the other party was Dante-sama, it was impossible to withstand such an impact, after all, even if the fragile brain was not shattered, there would be some concussions.

But from beginning to end, the old man's hands never left Sherlock's throat, like two iron tongs that had been welded to death, and the old man's glasses were full of bloodshots, and under the undodging blow to the head, blood flowed from his nostrils, drop by drop, like a candle about to be burned dry, and the last few drops of wax torch were dripping before the oil ran out.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed

The crash in the valley grew softer and slower, until at last only a faint sound remained.

Eventually, Sherlock's hand went limp and didn't move.

(End of chapter)