big devil holmes

Chapter 240 You don't want this matter to be known by Mr. Dante, do you?
The battlefield is already in the middle of a frenzied attack, and it has moved to a farther place, but the body of the demon is too huge, so it can still be seen very clearly. The soldiers who used the armored chariot as a cover all had expressions on their faces. They walked out stagnantly, and the huge bang finally stopped from the beginning until this moment, and they seemed to be unable to believe the scene they saw just now, wondering whether it was because they were hiding behind the cover, and they couldn't see it clearly .

At this time, the red and white demon in front of him was standing in the far away barren open space with his back slightly slumped. In the flying snow that hadn't fallen yet, a mountain fell down.

The researcher who was trying to record this scene with a pen during the whole process finally calmed down again. He wrote a +, another +, on the visual peak value of speed and strength, until he was fully After recording the almost absurd six+, Crimson's violent kick directly caused his pen to hang in mid-air, he was stunned for a long time, lowered his head, looked at the record in his hand in disbelief, hesitated , trembling, and finally added three + on it, and then smiled nervously.

He has been engaged in demonology research for half his life, and has been immersed in these data and documents for decades. Although he is not a contractor, he feels that he is more professional than most contractors in theory. However, at this moment, he feels that, The demon in front of him seemed to be a strange thing in his cognition.

Is that the strength that a person can show?
Is that something a demon can do?
He just felt that his previous decades of research had been completely torn into pieces within a few minutes. The denial and subversion of what he had learned all his life made him feel extremely absurd, but also extremely excited.

At the same time, he couldn't help feeling awe of those two contractors. What kind of person could make a demon look like this?
Baskerville stood up slowly, then shook off the snow on his body, subconsciously wanted to push the glasses, but found that the glasses were broken.
He wasn't short-sighted or far-sighted, the pair of glasses just made him unable to see the things in front of him clearly, so as to suppress his murderous impulse that would come out at an unknown time.

And now, his glasses were kicked off.

The whole world became real. He looked through the night and looked at the man who had been fighting with him, and found that he looked very ordinary. His long black windbreaker was torn to pieces in the body collision just now. , the disheveled hair was blown even more flamboyantly in the night wind.

Baskerville smiled. Thinking back, it seems that ever since he killed a red eye in a certain mission, pulled out the heart of a companion who was performing the mission, and then tasted it in front of many people, this look The glasses were never taken off again.

It has been a long time since he has seen such a clear world. The bright moon in the sky, the snow on the ground, and the dark road spreading, these usually blurred outlines, if they are seen clearly, they become a bit more beautiful.

Looking at the person in the distance again, he couldn't help being a little startled. It's such a person who can survive until now under his own attack?
He clearly knew how terrifying his previous attacks were, just a few times, if it was on the battlefield, at least six or seven Tier [-] big demons had died in his hands.

And the guy who only had a few encounters with him, although he seemed a little embarrassed every time he dodged and defended, he never suffered any serious injuries. Instead, he seized the momentary opportunity to counterattack and let himself fall to the ground first. .

"I admit, you are quite powerful." Baskerville said with a smile.

This is the most obvious compliment, but the tone is like a teacher or an elder evaluating a person's performance:
"I seem to be in a good mood now. You left your demon and let me take off the arms and legs. It shouldn't have much counterproductive effect on you. Don't go to the demonstration of this experiment. Find a time to announce the experiment. Failed, these are the tasks I received, just finish it, and I should not kill you."

Sherlock moved his sore shoulders. The battle just now only passed a very short few minutes, but for him, he did not know how many wanderings between life and death: "Actually, I am very curious, why would you Listen to the orders of those military conservatives, this test is of great significance to humanity."

"Really." Baskerville responded lightly, and at the same time walked slowly towards the other party: "Actually, it's not why, I have no relatives, no friends, and the whole world has nothing worth nostalgic for me. I just I'm just executing orders, so whether it's an empire or a human, I don't really care."

Speaking of this, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and continued to smile:

"Actually, I think you are quite interesting. It is rare to meet a guy like you on the front line. So admit defeat, you also know that you can't win, the devil is my formidable force, and you can't beat me yourself, why don't you fight me?" After living for a few years, when I feel bored, I can still look forward to killing you again when I return to the empire, which is very good."

Sherlock listened to the other party's persuasion: "Do you know how long I have been a contractor?"

He suddenly asked a question without beginning or end.
Baskerville was slightly taken aback. Of course he didn't know when the other party became the contractor. As I said before, he and Sherlock just met by chance on the street. He just wanted to kill the other party, not Knowing each other, he shook his head.

"Eight months" Sherlock said: "Then do you know how long I have been in contact with that Tier [-] big demon?"

In fact, when he heard about eight months, Baskerville's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but fell silent. Facing the other party's next question, he still shook his head, but his expression was a little more cautious than before.

"Two months" Sherlock said: "I didn't join Professor Darwin's experiment at the beginning. I only found out about the soul visualization device when I was investigating his death case, and you can feel it too, right? I'm only in stage two."

He said these words very calmly, which had nothing to do with the situation, but Baskerville couldn't help being startled.

This guy turned out to be a novice contractor!
"So, you have been fighting back and forth with people like me. If this matter falls into Lord Dante's ears, I don't know what he will think."

(End of this chapter)