big devil holmes

Chapter 124 The Bohemia Scandal ([-])

"Molan?!"

At that moment, Sherlock had already seen clearly who the bloody man was. At the same moment, he also thought of the most unlucky, most helpless, but also most likely situation.

"Luck can't be so bad."

Before the words fell, a roar came from afar, and then the huge third-order creature rushed towards it!

There is an old saying in the empire. Well, there are a lot of old sayings in the empire. Anyway, one of them is: Luck is also a part of strength.

The third-tier contractor and the demon fought, and the scope of the attack was huge, but didn't they fight a few kilometers away just now? How could it be such a coincidence that they fell right in front of him?

Moreover, the demon did not go to the Holy Son immediately after knocking Moran into the air, but came to kill Moran. The reason may be that His Royal Highness the Holy Son has found a safe place, or hid himself in some way. whereabouts; it could also be that as long as Moran is alive, she won't allow the demon time to find her master.

In short, a Tier [-] big demon just appeared in front of Sherlock!

Fortunately, this huge creature was not attracted by the three small human beings in front of it. It still locked on the girl servant, and before the smoke and dust it raised could catch up with its berserk body, it was already heading towards the building again. rushed in the direction of the group.

Sherlock has never seen a third-tier demon, so naturally it is impossible to know what kind of lethality the third-tier demon possesses, but at this moment, that huge body is like a walking meat grinder, smashing all and The building wreckage he came into contact with, the hard cement, the steel bars inlaid inside, the concrete polymer that human beings are proud of, can protect against wind and rain, and even resist earthquakes, in front of him, it is like a mass of soft cream covered It is as fragile as a cake, as long as it is the simplest touch, it will be blown to pieces by Bengfei and turned into a ridiculous dregs.

This is the shock that a Tier [-] demon gave to humans. It didn't even make an attack, it just walked over, and it was already crushed and unstoppable.

Now, Sherlock finally knows why all the demons who have reached the third level must be sealed on the giant island of Odlia.

Because of this kind of creature, it is impossible for any human being to fight against it, only a military-level armed group, or another third-tier demon, or the invincible Lord Dante.

So such a guy appeared in the central area of ​​a city, no matter how it came here, how many people have paid and how many intrigues and schemes during this period, anyway, there is nothing that can stop it at this moment!
One man and two women could only hide behind a huge rubble, listening to the roar of the demon not far away. It smashed and rummaged in the ruins, as if it wanted to find the maid or her corpse , but after a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, it stopped, crouched on top of the ruins, and its blood-red eyes began to examine everything around it.

Nightingale's face was pale, and fear was clearly visible in her eyes, while Nopa was already trembling all over, and cold sweat could be seen flowing down her young cheeks.

But no one dared to scream, and no one dared to run out in a panic. From this angle, as long as he got out of the cover, he would definitely be seen by the demon. No one thought he could survive in front of such a terrifying behemoth.

Like a bird in a cage, like a beast waiting to die, this is despair.
However, at this moment, Sherlock is not desperate, or his brain is running crazily, so that he doesn't want to pay attention to that insignificant despair.

The speed of the third-order demon just now was firmly in his mind. The resounding roar can clearly show its terrifying power. The huge fist chiseled vertically up and down, and the bones and joints could not be reversed. , Sherlock focused on recalling every movement of the other party in the meeting just now, and even because there was no skin covering, the exposed scarlet muscle texture could give him more information, the habitual attack method, direction, Strength, speed, etc., etc., I don't know if these analyzes are useful or not. In short, all kinds of things are presented in his mind, waiting for him to pick them up.

at last
"Wait for me to go out later, you run in this direction." He said in a low voice.

"What?!" Nightingale was taken aback in panic, and looked at Sherlock in disbelief. At the same time, he also saw that his hand was pointing in a direction. Among the chaotic wreckage and firelight, there was a faint line A gap covered by rubble leads into the distance.

that seems to be the way to live
But, why do you say 'Wait for me to go out later? '

Nightingale understood the other party's intention at once, and she looked firmly at the man in front of her: "Let's go together."

But it was this firmness that made Sherlock smile: "Oh, you don't think I'm the kind of follower who wants to sacrifice myself to buy you time to escape, do you?"

There was helplessness in his tone
"I took a look at the surrounding environment. This is the only reliable escape route, but at least someone must attract that big guy for a while, otherwise it will throw a big rock or something at random, and it will kill our only escape route." The escape route is blocked, with all due respect, if the two of you can spend more than five seconds with it, I will definitely leave you two now, I am very realistic."

Speaking of this, Sherlock also gradually entered a state of concentration, and his attitude became more and more cold:
"So don't talk nonsense with me, if you want to die, just stay here."

No one would speak to Miss Nightingale in such a tone, even after people saw Miss Nightingale, they would be captured by her extreme beauty, attracted or admired by her noble and noble status.

However, at this time Sherlock's driving was so cold, but his expression was so focused.

All of this fell into Nightingale's eyes, and she couldn't help but have another meaning, but before she had time to taste it, the man in front of her suddenly turned over and rushed out of the bunker, speeding It was almost out of sight quickly, but the third-tier demon still caught the figure in the first time. It raised its huge palm, carrying a strong wind enough to sweep people in, and slapped Sherlock fiercely. come down!
"boom!"

Just such a random slap can destroy all the wreckage of buildings in the path it touches. Even broken steel bars and gravel splashed out can easily take away a few unlucky lives.

Sherlock's thin body was directly sent flying at this moment, but fortunately he adjusted his posture in time, so that he was not so tragically shaken to the ground by the aftermath.

at the same time!

"Miss, let's go!" Nopa didn't even dare to look at the huge demon, and grabbed Nightingale's hand, desperately ran towards the gap, Nightingale could only let it be dragged At the same time, looking back at the figure so small that it was almost engulfed by the flames, there was a moment of soreness and pain in her heart. I don't know if it was frightened by this hellish scene, or because of those who died, or because of the one she still had. The detective who didn't have time to remember the name.

Sherlock was dodging and running, like a flying leaf in front of the huge and crazy force.

In fact, he was a little surprised that he was able to do this. If it was a few days ago, he would have been slapped and scared to death!
But he dared to rush out of the bunker, and he definitely didn't want to spend it like this all the time. It is absolutely impossible to tear such a demon's body with the physical strength of a human being. It was a stupid behavior, after all, the other party could make countless mistakes, but as long as I made one mistake, it would turn into a lump of meatloaf.

So...he's waiting.

ten seconds passed
30 seconds passed
1 minutes passed.
Sherlock suddenly pulled his neck and shouted: "How long are you going to rest, I can't hold on anymore!"

With this shout, Moran's bloody figure finally came out from the pile of rubble in the distance. Her maid outfit had been completely smashed into fly ash, revealing the black and blue combat body wrapped in a tall figure underneath. attire.

Looking at the extremely frantic scene in the dust, Moran had to look again at this person who could be called a friend by His Highness the Son.

It is clearly stated in the file that he is just a pure novice who has gone through the canonization ceremony for three months, but at this moment, he is actually facing a third-order demon!And under that crazy offensive, he was able to buy himself a minute of breathing time!
This is no longer a phenomenon that can be explained by common sense.

But think about it, how could the person the master knew be a mortal.

Therefore, Moran chose to believe the other party almost paranoidly. Although this belief seemed so absurd and blind, there was no other way but to believe.

In the next instant, she was already rushing towards the demon, regardless of her exhausted body, her twisted limbs, her ribs scratching her lungs, and the fatal pain emanating from every inch of her body!
"I'm dragging here, you go to the contractor!"

she shouted.
As soon as the words fell, Sherlock almost without any hesitation, pulled away from the battle zone in an instant, and then turned into a black shadow, crossed the flames and ruins, and rushed towards a certain direction!

As if he already knew where the demon's handler was hiding
(End of this chapter)