big devil holmes

Chapter 125 Moving towards the second stage!

Of course Sherlock knew where the contractor was!
As a detective, when he is dying, he observes all the scenes and details around him. While avoiding the crazy attack of a third-tier demon, he thinks about the barrier of sight, the scope of the explosion, the distance of the control area, etc. If you can't do simple things, you don't have the face to be a detective.

Each contractor has a range of control, the farther the distance, the worse the precision of control, that's why the demon just now threw Moran in this direction; the airship that fell from the sky fell from the southwest direction, and along The established path collides and destroys everything along the way. It is impossible for the operator to include himself in the range of the explosion; although the contracted creature can perceive the battle situation, it is definitely the best to see the battle scene with his own eyes. There must be no way out for a reckless assassination, only desperate killing of the Son; of course, there is also the escape route of Moran taking the Son, which seems to be a temporary choice, but in fact, under the environment where the gas pipe started to explode Under the circumstances, there are not many directions to choose from, and there are not many viewing angles and unobstructed angles.
In short, all of this is not too difficult to analyze, so the contractor can only be in a place that meets all the above conditions, and he must take all the factors that are beneficial to him. Because this person has put all his eggs in one basket and decided to Can't fail.

There is a church one kilometer away from the London Medical Association. The terrain here is a bit high, and it takes a long step to climb up, so there are not many people who usually worship.

And it is precisely because of the high terrain and the few surrounding buildings that there are only a few gas pipelines spreading here. The whole church is still in the old decoration style of more than 50 years ago. The only thing worthy of praise is that, The architect of the year built a bell tower with a narrow area but a height of 15 meters.

At this time, above the bell tower, a burly figure was standing facing the wind. The flames burning in a large area below did not spread, but the scorching air waves that evaporated crossed a distance of nearly a thousand meters, faintly letting Feeling hot and dry, the man held a single tube of brass binoculars, with huge and complicated eyepieces stacked one on top of the other, condescendingly looking down at the sea of ​​flames below, and in the sea of ​​flames, his contracted creature was beating almost unilaterally and sadistically. With a tiny figure.

"What a stupid woman," he murmured.

He didn't understand why this woman was so devoted to His Highness the Son of God. She clearly had no chance of winning. Facing a Tier [-] demon, no one had the slightest possibility of fighting against him, but this guy was desperate. Come up and die.

From meeting to this moment, this woman had countless opportunities to pretend to be dead, and countless opportunities to escape. She clearly knew that the only person who had to die tonight was the Holy Son, but she insisted on rushing up to interfere again and again. To himself, if he wanted to touch His Royal Highness, he had to step over her corpse first.

But this guy's vitality is incredible, she should have died a long time ago! In the telescope, the slender body is already in tatters, the bones of the left arm have been completely broken, and the chest and ribs on that side are also completely broken. Collapsed, the whole body spurted blood with the breathing, and she couldn't even stand still, but just like this, she still had to get up again and again
Obviously, it is enough to die quietly, why should she suffer so much pain in vain, and what is even more tragic is that she should know that what she has done is useless.

Leave her alone.

Thinking of this, the man standing on the clock tower scanned other directions in the flames with binoculars. Just now, a survivor appeared. Creature hammered to death.

Um, maybe he was hammered to death, it doesn't matter, anyway, tonight, the whole of London has this Tier [-] contract demon. The demon farm brought another third-level big demon, and the contractor who reached the third level was only the stupid woman who still insisted on holding her breath and refusing to die.

In short, I am invincible tonight, and that holy son has no possibility of surviving!
But just thought of this.

Suddenly, the man seemed to notice something, as if something was rapidly approaching in his direction.

He frowned, and searched around with the binoculars. In the circular field of vision, there seemed to be a shadow passing through the night and the light of the fire from time to time.

Someone found himself?
He didn't quite believe it, because his control distance was extremely far, reaching more than one kilometer. At this distance, without a large-scale search, let alone a high-altitude search by an airship above his head, he found a control-type contract. The latter is an extremely difficult thing.

Although it does not rule out that some people are very smart and can find their own possibility by mistake.

But so what.
The man thought about it, and continued to search for that figure unhurriedly, but suddenly, his telescope seemed to be broken, and his field of vision was pitch black.

wrong!

It's not broken, but something suddenly appeared, blocking the mirror opening!

At this moment, the man turned his head sideways almost like a conditioned reflex, and at the same time, a huge force swept across the telescope in his hand, smashing it to pieces!
The man looked at the guy in front of him who did not know when he had jumped up the clock tower, and thought that if the guy was the shadow running towards him just now, then the speed was a little too fast.

Sherlock didn't think so much, he just looked at the other party silently and intently, his eyes swept across the thick shoulders of the other party, and then the muscular neck, which was over 40 years old, but still full of vitality on the neck. Thick and throbbing blood vessels on his chest, a combat costume that is very inconspicuous in the dark, extremely short hair, a beard that grows wantonly, and a pair of thick and callused hands.

A third-tier manipulator contractor, but it can be seen from this body shape that his own combat power is absolutely not bad. He came from the Crusaders, but his skin does not look like he has lived in a severe cold area for a long time, which shows that this person did not come from The ones transferred from the front line should be some kind of combat trainers on the back line.

In this way, the two people looked at each other, neither of them looked away, but after a while
A trace of doubt flashed in the other party's eyes.

As I said before, high-level contractors have a certain ability to perceive low-level contractors. At this moment, this man can clearly feel that Sherlock's stage is lower than his own, but he is a little uncertain whether he is a Tier [-] or Tier [-].

But he didn't care too much, and simply smiled: "Imani Matiniyaz, may I ask who you are?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Never heard of it, but whatever"

Nyazi smiled, feeling that he had said something nonsense, because the other party would definitely die, so of course the name was indifferent, and it seemed that the other party was aware of this.

He was just a little curious, why did the other party rush forward even though he knew he was going to die?
Of course, it doesn't matter, it's just a little fish with some brain problems.

So, he stretched out a hand and grabbed the other person's shoulder.
Compared with the opponent, Sherlock's figure is enough to be called thin, and his contract level is very low, maybe it is the first level, maybe it is the second level. Before he enters hell, he can't say for sure.Anyway, the Tier [-] contractor in front of him was not that cautious, he just squeezed hard, and was going to crush the opponent's entire shoulder first, then his limbs, and finally his head, so that he could give him Find some entertainment for yourself.

However, the screams he was waiting for and the flesh and blood on his shoulders did not appear. Sherlock just stood there, then slowly lowered his head, looked at the thick palms on his shoulders, and then raised his eyes again. They looked at each other without blinking.

At this moment, he knew that his feeling was right, and at the same time, he also saw the surprise that should have been in the eyes of the other party.
Niaz's eyes widened in an instant, and then suddenly narrowed into a slit. He seemed to have sensed something strange about the opponent's body, subconsciously hooked his fingers together, and exerted force again. Caught in the opponent's muscles.

Those thin shoulders resisted his own strength abruptly!

He was stunned, and he didn't know why. The man in front of him only had the strength of the second stage at most. Even if he was an extremely talented person, he couldn't do this kind of thing!

In fact, Sherlock is also in a similar state, he just faintly feels that he can resist this kind of power, and the facts have proved that it is true, but he also doesn't know why.

Of course they don't know why.
It is even more impossible to know that at this very moment, in hell, an indistinct streak appeared on the shoulders of the pitch-black giant and the shoulders of the few carrion dogs that did not die in the last battle. scratches
(End of this chapter)