I weave fate in parallel time and space

"Olichet!"

Watson shouted excitedly.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, know the way first." Sissi said with her chin supported on the back of her right hand, "The visibility is so low now, what if we end up in a ditch?"

In fact, Lisa was not driving slowly, but the gargoyle chased her faster.

The piercing, high-pitched screams seemed to increase in number.

"Peng!"

Another gargoyle hit the glass in front.

However, the glass of the off-road vehicle is obviously bulletproof, and the whole body is armored. It is not a problem to resist an RPG, let alone the impact of these gargoyles.

As the impact failed, the gargoyle seemed to be angered. It stepped on the front of the car and roared into the sky.

The sharp and harsh sound made everyone in the car subconsciously cover their ears.

Soon, screams followed one after another.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Two more gargoyles hit the car window, and then the third and fourth came. Many gargoyles began to take turns hitting the car window, making crackling sounds one after another.

The inability to break open the glass made these monsters very angry. They roared loudly, increased the frequency of collisions, and became more and more crazy.

This kind of irrational madness also made the people in the car very uneasy.

Watson was worried about the glass shattering with every impact, but it was strong.

But just when Watson gradually relaxed.

"Peng!"

A gargoyle hit the car window on the left side of the driver's seat. Blood bloomed and smeared the entire glass.The bright red blood slid down the glass, and the gargoyle also slid down slowly.

Sherlock frowned and watched all this, and Watson was also a little absent-minded.

But soon, the extremely clear "click" sound came from their ears, and their expressions instantly froze.

Sissi glanced at the glass and sighed, "It's not very useful if it's not the original glass."

The left window had been hit by bullets before, so Sissi had it replaced with bulletproof glass.

I saw a crack slowly appearing in front of everyone on the glass.Seeing the appearance of this crack, the gargoyles became even more excited when they collided with each other. The crack became bigger and bigger with the impact.

"Peng!"

There was another loud noise, but Sherlock was keenly aware that it was not the sound caused by a collision.But gunshots.

He looked through the gaps between the gargoyles and through the thick fog filled with volcanic ash towards the end of the alley.

A group of men in police uniforms were holding rifles and shooting at the gargoyles.

The muzzle flames of the rifles were particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and several old-fashioned storm mechas were spitting out tongues of flame and shooting at the gargoyles in the air.

Sherlock saw many familiar faces among these policemen.

"It's Gregson." Watson said from one side.

"Pendragon's police station is nearby." Sherlock said, "I guess he saw us being besieged and came out directly."

Those in police uniforms were using the bunker formed by the mecha to carry out auxiliary design, clearing the blind spots that the mecha could not attack, forming a relatively perfect fire network.

And they also successfully attracted a lot of firepower to them.

However, Sherlock also clearly noticed that although firearms can cause damage to these gargoyles, the fatal damage to normal people is limited to these gargoyles.

Locke said from one side, "Devils have very strong resilience. They themselves come from the underworld, between death and life. If the bullet is not engraved with a cross, the damage will be limited."

"Where's the army?" Watson asked, "There are so many monsters here, why don't you see the shadow of the army?"

"They are heading north." Sissi looked at the cracks on the glass and said, "They are probably being held back by something. There must be something big."

Locke looked in the direction of the city center. In the dim environment, he could vaguely see the orange-red firelight reflected in the sky in that direction. He seemed to be able to hear explosions and the roar of machine guns coming from the distance. .

"Things are really getting more and more troublesome." Locke said solemnly.

"Locke!" Sherlock suddenly shouted, "Is there any way you can expel these things?"

When Locke came back to his senses, he saw that the machine gun of the mecha not far away had stopped shooting due to overheating. When it stopped, a gap suddenly appeared in the originally dense fire network.

This puts a lot of pressure on the police.

A gargoyle pounced on a policeman and bit him on the shoulder, causing blood to fly everywhere.

"Nery!" Gregson shouted. Without any hesitation, he turned the muzzle of his rifle and fired a burst of bullets at the monster.

The rifle accurately hit the monster's head, with blood mixed with brains sputtering out, and the monster fell straight to one side.

It twitched and tried hard to get up, but soon lost its voice.

Gregson shouted to the remaining officers, "Hit the head! The head is the weak point!"

"Shout!"

An angry gargoyle tackled Gregson.However, his reaction speed was also very fast. When the sharp teeth of the gargoyle bit down, he directly raised the rifle in his hand and stuffed it into the monster's mouth.

However, the material of the rifle was obviously unable to withstand the monster's powerful bite force, which was enough to crush the bones.

"Peng!"

The rifle was bitten off by the monster, and some fragments hit Gregson's face. He closed his eyes in despair.

But soon, he heard the whistling sound of something coming from his ears, something like an arrow, but with light and shadow.

A green ray of light hit the gargoyle directly, blasting it into pieces and scattering them on the ground.

Gregson struggled to get up and saw a young man wearing a black windbreaker standing on the roof of the off-road vehicle that had just been surrounded by a group of monsters.

He looked about twenty years old, with short hair and a small wooden stick in his hand.

Gregson had seen this young man following Sherlock before, and he thought it was another of Sherlock's assistants.

He couldn't help but look inside the car, and through the car window, he saw a familiar face, it was Sherlock.

Gregson seemed to want to say something, but the gargoyle flying over from the other side made him unable to react in time.But soon, the transparent light and shadow flying from the other side hit the gargoyle, directly leaving an extremely ferocious and huge wound on its body.

Only then did Gregson realize that the light he just realized was not an illusion.

He looked at the wand in Locke's hand - the light just now came from the wand.

The green light just now was Avada Kedavra. This is a spell that all exorcists know. It kills most souls with one hit, so it is very effective against demons.Just like just now, you can directly smash these gargoyles into pieces.

But obviously, the reason why it is called the Unforgivable Curse naturally has its drawbacks.

First of all, the magic power consumed is naturally too large, and the more the user uses it, the more irritable the user will become, and eventually become a black magician.

What he just used was the Divine Edge Wuying, which can cause huge damage to the person being cursed.The parts damaged by this spell cannot be repaired by any means, including healing magic. Only the counter-spell "Quick Healing" can be used to heal it. It is a hidden, vicious but very powerful and effective black magic.

"Stay close to me!" Locke shouted.

Gregson reacted and quickly called the other police officers and mechas to approach the armored vehicle.

The gargoyles that had been scattered suddenly rushed towards them like a tide.

Locke raised the wand in his hand and said, "Call the gods to protect you!"

As he shouted this spell, a wave of magic bloomed in all directions, and blue light spots bloomed at the tip of his wand, lighting up the dark land.

This spell used by Locke is one of the most powerful defensive spells.This is an extremely complex and difficult-to-cast charm that evokes a semi-embodied positive force, a patronus.It works wonders at driving away evil creatures.For it is the embodiment of all good things within that is the nemesis of these evil forces.

A blue squirrel climbed above his head, and the light became brighter.

When those gargoyles saw those lights, they were like seeing their nemesis. The sharp and piercing screams they made were like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, making people's skin crawl.The monsters scattered around in fear.

At this time, the police officers had already approached the jeep, and they all looked at Locke holding the wand in a daze.What they saw in front of them somewhat impacted their world view at the moment.

But they soon discovered that this blue light was gradually weakening.Not all exorcists have powerful patronus charms.The spell needs plenty of good things to back it up, but apparently Locke doesn't.And it goes without saying that he is a trainee exorcist.

What's even more terrible is that before the gargoyles completely left, seeing the light gradually weakening, they actually came back again!
Gregson reacted and shouted anxiously around him, "Whoever has a gun, throw one over here!"

A policeman on one side handed Gregson the pistol on his waist, and then handed him a few magazines, "There are only so many."

Gritting his teeth, Gregson turned to the mecha behind him. The mecha operator was using the cooling water on the mecha to cool the machine gun. "Are you ready?"

"Okay, but Director, there's not enough ammunition!"

They are the police, not the military. The most they deal with are some gun-wielding gangsters, usually not too many in number.Moreover, the security of the imperial capital itself is good, so it is impossible to prepare too much ammunition.The ammunition they just fired could actually destroy some gangs.

But the number of gargoyles here is obviously very large, and there may be some entrances to hell nearby.

"Stop worrying so much and fire!"

"Da da da!!!"

The mecha's machine gun continued to spit out tongues of flame. Ordinary bullets might have limited damage to the gargoyle, but the same could not be said for the large-caliber machine gun.The bullets penetrated their skin, tore their internal organs, and even shattered their heads, and blood spread everywhere.

Although he is a devil, he still has to abide by some of the rules of the human world.As long as the power is enough, even more advanced demons can give it a try.

But obviously, what these police officers lack at this moment is equivalent.

At the beginning, the mecha's machine guns did a good job of fending off the gargoyles.But as the machine gun made a clicking sound, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom of their hearts at this moment, because this meant that the bullets had been consumed.

"Get in the mecha!" Gregson shouted to several police officers nearby.

These policemen reacted very quickly and climbed directly onto the mecha on one side.

The space inside the mecha is not small, and if you squeeze it in a bit, it can still accommodate two people.The Storm Mecha is a military mecha retired from the front line. The armor is very thick, much thicker than this jeep. When you stay inside, you don't have to worry about these gargoyles that can't even break the jeep's bulletproof glass.

But Gregson and a female police officer couldn't get in.

Sherlock opened the door directly and shouted to him, "Come up!"

"Gina! Let's go up!"

Gregson reacted, shouted to the female police officer and climbed into the car together, and Locke followed.

Suddenly two people arrived, and the originally spacious space in the car became very crowded.

Lisa stepped on the accelerator and started to move forward.

"I saved your life, Gregson." Sherlock teased.

"Thank you," Gregson said. "I don't want to see you anywhere other than the scene of the crime. But I'm glad to see you here."

He looked out the window. The gargoyles were still chasing them, and they were even still hitting the glass. Every hit seemed to hit the hearts of the people in the car.

Fortunately, someone had warned them in advance when the army came in, so many people went back to their houses and closed the doors and windows to hide. Otherwise, Gregson would have difficulty imagining what kind of purgatory it would be.

But even so, there are still some people lingering on the streets.He saw some men and women surrounded by these gargoyles, greedily eating their flesh and blood.

The horrifying and piercing screams echoed in the street, and the entrails in the abandoned stomach were scattered on the ground, but the person was still alive.

The people in the back seat of the car looked a little pale, and the policewoman named Gina next to Gregson was even more pale and looked like she was retching.

Gregson looked at all this in confusion, "What happened to this world? Why does it feel like the world has changed when I wake up?"

"The world never changes." Sissi, the co-pilot, said quietly, "It's just that humans usually judge the world arrogantly based on their own perceptions."

She watched all this with indifference, her dark green eyes filled with an unknown light.
Gregson looked thoughtful, then asked.

"Where are you going next, Baker Street?"

Sherlock thought for a moment and said to Lisa, "Let's go to Baker Street first. We should be on the way here. Let's pick up someone first."

Sherlock's original plan was to go to Sissi's villa to get weapons first, and then go to defend Baker Street, but he didn't expect these monsters to run out so quickly.

Mrs. Hudson was home alone, and they had to go back and save her first.

It's actually not far from Baker Street.

"Peng!"

Another gargoyle hit the driver's window of the jeep. This gargoyle was a little different. Its face was long and narrow, its body was larger, and its skull seemed to be harder.

This impact completely shattered the cracked glass into large pieces of glass scattered on the driver's seat and on the ground outside.

The biting cold wind instantly passed through the entire car interior and blew on their faces.Although the clothes they wore were relatively thick, the cold wind penetrated their clothes and reached their bones, as if freezing their souls.

Looking at the broken car window, Sissi's expression darkened.

Lisa stepped on the accelerator, accelerated her speed, and soon escaped from the encirclement of these gargoyles.

Locke was keenly aware that there was a gargoyle swooping down on the roof on one side, and it was about to rush into the car window and injure Lisa in the driver's seat.

"Be careful!" Locke reacted and shouted loudly, even preparing to take out his wand.

The breathing of Sherlock, Watson and others also stagnated slightly.

"click~"

The gargoyle bit a hard object and made a crisp sound. It was stunned for a moment.

Not only him, Locke, who was about to take out his wand, also stopped.

At some point, Lisa's left hand held a dark pistol, and the muzzle of the gun was inserted directly into its mouth.The smooth gunshot glowed with a mysterious brilliance under the light of thunder.

next moment.

"Peng!"

The blood bloomed, and the gargoyle's head was blown into pieces like a watermelon falling from a high altitude. The brains mixed with blood were sprinkled on the two cars, and then it was thrown to the ground by the inertia of the car and rolled several times. .

At the same time, with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, Lisa also accurately controlled the car to move and parked on the side of the road.

There was silence in the car. Everything happened too fast and too thrilling.People were so nervous that they didn’t even realize they were cheering for this series of wonderful reactions and operations.

Gun smoke emitted from the gun's muzzle, and the smell of gun smoke also pulled Sherlock out of his daze, and he began to observe the gun in her hand.

There's nothing weird about a gun, but this one is just too special.

It looked like a pistol, but the barrel seemed to have been specially lengthened. It looked like a coffin, with inscriptions engraved on it, and the caliber was terrifyingly large.Sherlock visually determined that the caliber of the gun was at least thirteen millimeters.

The standard pistols of this era are 5.56 and 7.62. The [-]mm caliber pistols can actually be said to be hand cannons, so it is not surprising that the gargoyle's head was smashed just now.

However, if an ordinary person uses this kind of gun, the powerful recoil will directly shatter their wrist.

But the shot the woman fired just now was extremely stable, which was incredible compared to her slender arms.

One of Watson and Gregson was a military doctor who had just come off the front line, and the other was a policeman. Needless to say, they were obviously aware of this.

"What a bunch of damn bastards!"

Sissi's voice broke the silence in the car, and she said through gritted teeth.

“Do these pieces of crap know how much effort I put into getting this car and getting it on the road!”

She looked at the blood mixed with brains on the front of the car, the broken windows, and the deformed rearview mirror. Her face was gloomy and terrifying, and her patience reached its limit.

She took a deep breath and said coldly.

"Lisa, kill them all!"

She sounded as if what she was talking about was not a group of demons from another world, but some insignificant ants crushed to death.

Lisa's eyes flashed with unknown light, and she bowed her head to Sissi and saluted.

"As you wish, miss."

She opened the car door and got out.I don't know if it was an illusion, but people in the car could clearly feel that there was some scarlet radiance in her eyes.

The breeze made her skirt flutter, just like the traces her hair outlined in the air.

She stared at the gargoyles that were gradually coming around her, her eyes calm and unwavering.

Under the black curtain shrouded in dark clouds, the cold wind passing through the street became more and more biting. (End of this chapter)