I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 690 Personal Will

The entire sky was covered by thick dark clouds, as if a huge black sky was hanging in the sky. The light was swallowed up ruthlessly, leaving only flickering lightning streaking across the sky in the darkness, like the lash of the wrath of the gods.

The strong wind was like a wild beast, tearing apart everything around it wantonly.

Sand, dust and debris were picked up and flying in the air, forming tornadoes, like messengers from hell descending on the world.

The surrounding buildings were crumbling under the ravages of the strong wind, and the glass windows were shattered and debris scattered everywhere, like broken paintings.

In the storm, there was thunder and lightning, and dazzling lightning bolts were like silver dragons, shuttling through the darkness and lighting up the entire sky. Then there was a deafening thunder, like the roar of a god, which made people feel frightened. Every bolt of lightning was accompanied by a strong explosion, as if the entire sky was shaking.

In the center of the storm, the air pressure plummeted, as if there was an invisible force pulling everything around.

The roar of the storm is deafening, like the roar of the king of beasts, making people feel fearful. Under the raging storm, trees were uprooted and their branches and leaves flew in the air, forming a sad and beautiful picture.

This apocalyptic storm brought a strong visual impact to people, as if the whole world was shaking.

Anyone in such a natural disaster will feel small and powerless.

The magicians around had a look of confusion in their eyes. They had never seen such a powerful storm in their lives until now.

In fact, not only the magicians, but all humans watching this scene were also shrouded in a tremor originating from the depths of their souls.

Mycroft lost the ability to speak, and his face was solemn.

The city that suffered major damage was a fictional world created by Daniel, but the real city has not suffered such damage.

However, people who remain in the real world can still see everything that happens in the other world.

So Sherlock can also see all this through the surveillance cameras that remain in the city.

There was silence throughout the basement.

Watson's breathing was trembling slightly, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, "Isn't this kind of power really a god?"

"Who can say it's not the case?" Sherlock stared at everything happening on the screen in front of him, "This world is really becoming more and more outrageous."

But when he said this, the corners of his mouth never turned down, and there was not only fear in his eyes, but also an inexplicable excitement.

"Can the people here defeat this thing?" Watson said.

"Don't worry." Sherlock murmured softly, "The really powerful guy hasn't come out yet."

Watson opened his eyes, "Are there any powerful guys?"

"We've met, haven't we?" said Sherlock.

Watson then remembered the existence he saw when Hell invaded the imperial capital a few years ago.

"Do you believe him so much?" Watson said, "The power he showed at that time seemed far less powerful than this existence."

Mrs. Hudson took a cup of steaming black tea from the side and came over and placed it on Sherlock's table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock nodded.

Watson came back to his senses. He looked at the black tea and couldn't help but said, "Wait a minute, where did this black tea come from?"

"Go get it upstairs," Mrs. Hudson said.

"You went to the ground?"

"Of course, otherwise how would you get these black teas?" Mrs. Hudson said matter-of-factly, "You were so absorbed in watching that you didn't even see me." "The ground is very dangerous now." Watson said helplessly.

"You all transformed my house into a coffin." Mrs. Hudson said helplessly, "I have never lived in such a safe place in my life."

After a pause, she murmured, "But I still hope to live here again in more than ten years."

"And look what time it is now." Mrs. Hudson pointed to the wall clock placed in the corner.

Watson looked in the direction she pointed. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Because the sky was covered with a black curtain, Watson had no idea what time it was.

It turns out that almost a day has passed since the imperial capital was invaded.

"What happened at three o'clock?"

"When the bell strikes three times, everything in the world stops for tea." Sherlock picked up the black tea in front of him and said, "In the imperial capital, even the sanitation workers sweeping the streets have to have a cup of afternoon tea at three o'clock in the afternoon. .”

He blew the hot air on it, then took a sip, nodded and said, "Did Beichen bring you tea?"

"Someone gave me the Dahongpao." Mrs. Hudson said, "I have been hiding it. I don't know how long I can live at this time, so I might as well drink it early."

"You people in the imperial capital are really big-hearted." Watson complained.

He looked at Mrs. Hudson, "Any more? Give me a drink too."

"Of course." Hudson raised his eyebrows and said, "I brought a whole set of tea sets down, and there were some leftover pastries from yesterday. I put them in the refrigerator, so they should still be edible."

The end of the world is happening on the ground at the moment, but they are hiding here to drink afternoon tea. In a sense, they are really arrogant.

"The name of that demon is Beelzebub," Sherlock suddenly said. "In the legend, he is one of the seven monarchs of hell and was once the enemy of the gods. And more than one magician has said that he possesses The ability to easily destroy an entire city.

You also saw His light cannon that penetrated half of the city. He acted very relaxedly, which shows that it is definitely not his limit.

The power shown in the battle between them is not as powerful as the power displayed by these things at this moment.

In fact, there is another possibility.”

There was a faint glimmer in Sherlock's eyes, "That is, the power of that existence is much more powerful than the original monarch of hell."

Watson fell into deep thought, "When do you think He will appear?"

"I have an intuition." Sherlock said, "He will definitely appear, but it will be when everything is settled."

In fact, it's not just Sherlock who thinks so, Mycroft also thinks so.

This is the judgment Mycroft and Sherlock made after investigating that existence for many years.

This is one of the reasons why Mycroft is so calm.

Of course, they obviously couldn't imagine it.

The person they thought was the ultimate savior was drinking and laughing with the culprit who invaded the world.

Xia Yake has never been a savior.

He is the arbiter of the current dispute between dragons and humans.

However, Char's ruling has no legal basis and only relies on his personal will.

(End of this chapter)