big devil holmes

Chapter 223 The Eve of the Miracle
Hopkins didn't care about the delay of more than a second. After so many days, he already knew exactly how to get along with Sherlock.

Anyway, just don't care about the shocking things that guy threw out, just focus on what you are doing.

[As long as I don't have a long heart, no one can shake my heart! 】

He didn't know if there was such an old saying in the empire, anyway, he just did it, or in other words, the momentary interlacing just now, the hitting and blocking each other made him reflexively enter the normal battle thinking middle.

In a flash, he subconsciously forgot that Sherlock was a pure novice who had just entered into a contract relationship with a big demon. Following the inertia of his thinking, he directly used all his strength, because his fighting method was only full strength, and he saw only the power in the field. The demon named [Black Front] retreated at the touch of a touch, flew backwards for a distance of more than 40 meters, bent down and remained motionless, from extremely fast to extremely quiet, there was almost no buffer during the period, its waist was curled up, its limbs were thin but The limbs that are as hard as steel bars are firmly pressed against the ground, looking like a black reef in the sea, which has remained motionless after countless years of washing.

But of course it can't stay still, Sherlock looked at the huge curled up body from a distance, and could clearly feel how terrifying explosive power was bred in it.

Hopkins said that his demons are only suitable for instant dashes and explosive kills. Thinking about it, this is the move he is most proud of.

It is of course unfair and unreasonable for a talented third-tier contractor who has been immersed in the contract for many years to use all his strength to deal with a novice who has established a contract relationship.

But Hopkins didn't seem to be aware of this problem at this moment. He controlled his demons in one go without any hesitation, because hesitation was equivalent to a demon with extremely poor stamina like him. Digging his own grave, he only had the advantage of speed, so fast that everything was just a subconscious reaction, and when he remembered that the detective in front of him was just a newcomer, it was already too late.

Because the reef has moved like a conditioned reflex!

As soon as he moved, it was no longer a reef, but a violent meteor passing through the atmosphere. The streamlined body seemed to be born to grow to break through the resistance of the air. The moment when he curled up just now was to tighten the muscles of the whole body. Open, the slamming feet almost brought out a burnt smell.

Faster than the blink of an eye, faster than the sound, before the ear can hear the explosion, the streamer has already bloomed, and the shining sharp blade is within a space of tens of meters, even the surrounding air Without a reaction, he stabbed at the opponent's chest without sound or sound.

"broken!"

Hopkins was covered in cold sweat for an instant because of his own demons, and he was used to directly using the blade in countless times of explosive killing practice!And during this sudden rush, I had no way to control this fatal blow, no time to regret, no time for the cold sweat to pour out of the pores all over my body!

And at this moment, Sherlock's eyes didn't blink, and even opened a little wider for some reason, as if he wanted to swallow more light into those dark pupils, and see more clearly under the refraction. Things, more details.

Although the blade is fast, it is not as fast as light, and the thousands of lights and colors are in sight, but it is not as fast as thought.

As a result, thoughts began to fly in Sherlock's mind, thoughts began to surge, and the silent blade approached Crimson's chest. In the sharp light, Crimson's huge body began to fall backwards, and its toes jumped off the ground. , under the action of gravity, tons of body weight, without any leverage, just relying on the twisting of the waist muscles to turn the huge body in the air, a big hand slowly protruded out in the slow motion of time, the light touch Knocked down the side of the opponent's blade!
But under the normal flow of time, the crimson slender body suddenly leaned back, then suddenly paused, the whole body hung upside down, quickly drawing an incredible arc in midair.

The blade passed against the exoskeleton of the opponent's fingertips, and the terrifying speed rubbed off huge sparks. Only then did the whistling sound of breaking through the air reach the ears, accompanied by the huge red and white body exploding. Naruto fell to the ground, but firmly pressed the other arm on the ground, supported his body that lost his balance, jumped a long distance again, and finally fell to the ground, crashing a long way .

And Hopkins' contract demon was not feeling well either. The fatal blow that he sprinted with all his strength missed. Then it rolled to the end of the whole field, and finally stopped when it hit the wall at the edge.

Hopkins silently watched the dust rising from the field, the two huge figures looming in the dust, the sound that was still ringing in his ears, the fast beating heart was difficult to calm down for a long time, and he didn't even notice , The cold sweat that just flowed out has already soaked the clothes.

He didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if he was really stabbed just now.

It is even more impossible to imagine how the other party flashed past.

I just felt that at that moment, the crimson under Sherlock's control made an almost impossible approach and stretch in the small space, and turned into a red maple leaf in midair, blown by the wind, lightly There seems to be no trace of dust.

However, how could that be a maple leaf? It was an incomparably huge and heavy Tier [-] demon, a colossal mass of bones and flesh that weighed more than ten tons. Flying sand and rocks will cause dust to vibrate when it falls on the ground.

But no matter what, it just floated away like that just now, even if it stumbled and fell to the ground, it still didn't make people feel embarrassed at all, on the contrary, it seemed so agile and powerful.

Wait, fall to the ground?

Hopkins seemed to have noticed something just now. He only paid attention to Sherlock's demon, but for a moment he forgot that his own demon also fell to the ground.

Turning his head and looking towards the other side of the venue, among the dust that has not dissipated, his [Black Front] is spread out by the wall, with its big head facing down, several legs pinned together, behind it is a streamlined The wings flap from time to time.

Just now, at what speed did this guy hit?

Hopkins didn't know, but at this moment, with a "wow~", he leaned over and retched.

"Are you OK."

Sherlock actually felt dizzy for a while, because the fit between him and Crimson was really bad, and at that moment just now, he had to use visual capture and more than a second of prediction to Carry out extremely fine evasion, and quickly remove the power, otherwise, like another demon, he will definitely hit his head directly against the wall.

"Wow----"

Hopkins retched again, and then waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm just a little nauseous. Anyway, I'll just find a place to rest for a while."

"What about today's training?"

"Ouch~" Hopkins no longer pretended to be a senior, and the speed of his hand swinging was a little faster, almost showing afterimages: "Don't worry, just continue tomorrow. I'll go to the lounge to rest for a while. "

As he spoke, he struggled with the dizziness in his head, and made his contracted creature stagger back into the huge glass vessel, and then walked out of the venue without Sherlock's help, retching.

When going up the stairs, I stepped on the air and almost fell to the ground.
At this point, only Sherlock was left in the entire space.

He controlled Crimson in the distance to stand up little by little. Because of the momentary relief just now, he was not too embarrassed, but at the same time, Sherlock also discovered the disadvantages of the connection between himself and Crimson.

That is. Stiff.

Incomparably stiff!
Although he dodged Hopkins' full blow in an unimaginable way just now, which was enough to make anyone's jaw drop, but in Sherlock's feeling, he was still extremely stiff, as if he was manipulating a Patients with sequelae of cerebral infarction are like those who cannot complete many detailed movements. Otherwise, when I fell out just now, I could use the inertia of my arms and body to find a perfect balance point on the ground, and then use backflips to do it. Take the impact off instead of just rolling that far on the ground.

Uncomfortable. Not smooth.
There are many huge ventilation ducts around the venue, so the dust between the venues is quickly blown away, the huge body is slightly hugged, standing on the edge of the venue, Sherlock stared at this big guy, and then followed himself With the idea, he jumped up and down a few times, and then tried to use his limbs to react to the impact, so that his huge body could find an instant feedback that did not need to slow down in the process of moving horizontally.

but without success
Of course, it is impossible to succeed. No contractor would dream of making his own demon do this kind of behavior. Even a demon like Hopkins, whose speed has reached an astonishing level, is a muscle that can be formed according to countless exercises. Memory, to complete a straight-line sprint, it is impossible to turn a corner during this process, nor can it make any evasive actions, let alone change its moves at that moment, jump, or change its speed and attack by flapping its wings Angle.

It is impossible for the human brain to complete these subtle manipulations in a short period of time. Even if someone is lucky enough to do these things, they can only pass out directly due to exhaustion of mental power.

But Sherlock didn't know this, he just felt a little stiff, so he started to keep trying and practicing, because of the training just now, he had already taken off the brainwave helmet, in fact, if he hadn't taken it off, then the brain wave helmet he showed at the moment The domain change should make the old Professor George sit down on the ground holding the data again.

Finally, it was dawn, and Sherlock entered the scheduled work again with a dissatisfied mind. For the next many days, he kept working, practicing, working, and practicing with this emotion. , going back and forth between them, and sometimes even did not find Hopkins to practice against each other, just kept trying on their own, until it should have taken a few months, or even more than a year, to gradually perfect the fit The speed has reached the limit in a few days.

But Sherlock was still not satisfied, he felt that he should be able to do better.

And on a clear night, a clear moon was finally visible in the London sky, and the bright light shone in from the windows above the factory area, just bathing the huge crimson in it.

In the training room, Sherlock didn't turn on the lights, but just sat quietly, reminiscing about the connection and feedback between himself and this demon these days.

I also thought of the data given by myself sitting on the soul visualization device during the day.
In the past few days, Old Professor George has been in a very happy mood. Today he gave everyone another vacation, because he found that these data are perfect enough, and it may only take another week to show the convincing results. Experimental results.

Even, he didn't care about that [Crimson] during this period of time, because the data of this Tier [-] big demon is no longer important, or in other words, Sherlock has already exceeded the quota too much, if it is needed in the end, then As long as he is in front of those military or investors, it is enough to do a few simple gymnastics.

Anyway, Darwin's recovery plan has officially entered the final stage!

A miracle is about to happen, and he really can't wait to know what kind of expressions people in the entire empire will have on that day.

As an indispensable part of this miracle, it can even be said to be the most important part, Sherlock didn't feel too much joy, he just sat quietly in the empty training ground, taking the last puff of cigarette , throw it on the ground, step on it
He stood up, and then walked towards the huge figure hidden in the darkness in the distance. Some tentacles spread out from the darkness, and slowly squirmed towards the shadow, climbing straight to its body, along the way. The slender but powerful torso spreads upwards, and then spreads out like dense branches and leaves. Along the spine as the main body, a delicate and extremely dense nerve vein is extended.
little by little.
Drilled into the crimson body, drilled into the brain, drilled into the spine, scattered among those muscle textures like ink into water.
Sherlock closed his eyes, no one knew how he was feeling now, but under the moonlight, the red torso, white bones, black tentacles, and silver light formed a scene in an empty desert-like scene. A picture of great serenity and beauty.

(End of this chapter)