I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 652 Slaying the Dragon

In the basement of 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock also heard this broadcast.

As Mycroft's biological brother, of course he knew who the voice belonged to.

And Watson came over with a bowl of instant noodles and said, "This voice sounds familiar."

"It's Mycroft," Sherlock said.

Watson opened his eyes slightly, "Isn't he not in the imperial capital?"

"Who knows, he always surprises." Sherlock murmured softly.

"But why would he do this?" Watson said puzzledly, "Wouldn't provoking them make them even crazier?"

"Why aren't they crazier?" Sherlock whispered.

"What?" Watson didn't seem to have reacted yet.

"According to our intelligence, the enemy has a power that far exceeds ours. Theoretically, if we only rely on our current power, excluding nuclear weapons, they are enough to crush us.

But why do we send such a group of soldiers who are about the same strength as us to serve as cannon fodder?

Can't they get in?

The Steam City was only invaded by this kind of dragon a few years ago, and it was obviously not because of this.

Then, there is only one possibility left, that is, they are waiting.”

"What are you waiting for?" Watson frowned.

"Wait until someone or something on our side can't wait to take the lead." Sherlock's eyes shimmered, "In some gambling games, those who take action later will have a higher winning rate. "

After a pause, he murmured in a low voice, "This also shows that there should be people or things on our side that they are afraid of, or that are strong enough to fight against them."

Watson remembered the existence that appeared when the demon invaded.

"So Mycroft wants to provoke them into taking action early?"

"The big shots stand behind and play chess, but the ones who die are cannon fodder like us at the bottom." Sherlock said sarcastically, "It's better to let them play on the chessboard themselves and decide the outcome as soon as possible."

"Although it is very risky, perhaps this is the best way to reduce casualties, although it will also require the death of many people."

Watson fell silent and looked at the surveillance screen in front of him.

The picture on the screen was very clear. He saw many corpses being eaten by monsters, billowing smoke rising into the sky over the imperial capital, and firelight reflecting in the dark night sky.

This city with hundreds of years of history is becoming a purgatory.

The West French Empire and the Spanish Empire attacked Britannia together, but did not destroy it.

The German Empire's millions of troops wanted to occupy Western France and attack Britannia, but they also did not destroy it.

But now, it has been destroyed like this by such a group of monsters.

Before the enemy appeared in the imperial capital, the imperial capital was evacuating some people.

After this period of evacuation, many people have entered civil air defense facilities.

Most of the people still in the imperial capital are soldiers and troops.

"Weakness is what it is." Sherlock said slowly, "Reality is always cruel. All we can do is to do our best to strengthen ourselves."

He watched everything on the screen and murmured in a low voice, "It's a pity that all this happened too early. Give us another fifty years, and we may be able to have a say in this battle."

After a pause, he slowly raised his head and murmured softly.

"Now, we can only rely on the back of this world. We don't want these dragons to rule the world or anything else."

"Are these things really there?" Watson said worriedly.

He looked at the Imperial Capital in the surveillance screen in front of him, "These are just some cannon fodder, and they destroyed the Imperial Capital like this."

"You can only gamble." Sherlock said, "There is no other choice."

There was a faint glimmer in his eyes, "And I think they must exist. There is no second possibility."

Arthur walked slowly on the streets of Rainbow Theater Street.

The monsters here have been basically wiped out by the Celtic Knights.

The ground was covered with the corpses of those monsters.

Either he was killed by the saber, or he died directly in the charge of the Celtic Knights.

If these sub-dragons were in the age of cold weapons, they might have been more ferocious than the charge of the elephant soldiers, but they were slaughtered by a human cavalry. No one in any other world would believe this.

But that's the reality.

Arthur slowly raised his head and looked at a loudspeaker on this street. Mycroft's speech just now was also heard by him. "It seems that there are indeed some reliable juniors in this era."

Wolfe rode a war horse and came to Arthur's side.

He dismounted from his horse, and then the cavalry behind him also dismounted.

Following Wolfe's movements, they all knelt down towards Arthur and put their right fists on their hearts.

"Meet my emperor!"

"Get up." Arthur said, "I am no longer the emperor of this country."

"But you will always be our emperor," Wolfe said.

Arthur's eyes shimmered, and after a moment, he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you again."

Wolfe slowly raised his head, his eyes glowing with light.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

Arthur spoke slowly.

"During these long years, I often think of fighting with you all over the place.

Although it was difficult at that time, we all had the same belief.

Every step we take is an exercise of our faith. "

He whispered with deep eyes.

"Sometimes, living long is really not a good thing."

"That's how people are." Wolf said, "When you gain something, you will naturally lose something. Many of our brothers feel that life is too short."

"You're right, I'm greedy." Arthur nodded.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and slowly raised his head to look at the distant sky.

A huge hole was slowly torn open in the dark sky, and from behind that hole, several roars of some kind of giant beast were heard.

Huge pressure came from that opening, and the entire city, whether ordinary people or soldiers, felt shrouded in a primitive fear at this moment.

People slowly raised their heads and looked at the opening.

A huge claw stretched out from the gap, grabbed both sides of the gap, and slowly tore the opening open.

A ferocious-looking giant dragon emerged from the opening first. It was huge, more than ten meters tall, and its body length should be dozens of meters including its tail.

The body is covered with hard scales, which glow scorchingly under the firelight.

Although it is smaller than the giant dragon that appeared in Steam City before.

But there is no doubt that it is a real giant dragon, not something like a dragon.

The real fighting power in the dragon world.

But those are not the only dragons that emerged from that opening. '

One head, two heads, three heads, four heads, five heads.

Every time a giant dragon appears, the air in the entire city becomes a little dull.

Although compared to the size of the entire city, these monsters, which are only about thirty meters tall with their tails, are not that big.

But there is a feeling that the whole sky seems to be falling down.

Although the soldiers had never seen a real dragon, after feeling this pressure, everyone tightened their weapons.

Wolfe slowly turned his head and looked at the soldiers behind him.

"Comrades! In this land, we have gained most of the glory. We are praised by thousands of people and admired by all generations. We are enough to be called "heroes".

This is also the reason why I can appear on this land.

But we seem to be short of the glory that many of the ancient heroes of the epics had.

That’s it.”

He slowly raised his head, looked at the giant dragons, and slowly grinned, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"Slay the dragon."

These Celtic cavalrymen slowly raised their heads and looked at the giant dragons floating in the air. There was no fear in their eyes, just a faint glimmer.

It was the desire for glory, the desire to fight.

(End of this chapter)