big devil holmes

Chapter 243 Grass.
At this moment, even Baskerville couldn't help but shrink his pupils suddenly, seeing Sherlock use all his strength regardless, inserting his hand into his chest, tearing open his muscles with his fingertips, and then forcefully squeezed in.

Then, in the collapsed chest, within his own body, he fiercely grabbed the rib that pierced into the lung lobe, and then pulled it out desperately.
No one can describe what kind of sensation this moment is. Even Baskerville himself felt a hot pain in his chest when he watched it!

Tragic, decisive!He even wondered if he would do the same crazy thing if he was faced with such a desperate situation.

Many thick blood vessels must have been severed in the torn chest, and a large amount of blood was rushing out, and because it was close to the heart, some blood even rushed through the torn gap and sprayed on the snow. .

Red, white, match up is so bright, so shocking!For a moment, people didn't know whether it should be regarded as suicide or self-help. They only felt that the scene of this moment was so heroic that people had a certain sense of awe, and they were so heroic that they died and survived.

However, Baskerville did not make any hesitation because of this heroism. He had to admit that he had some respect for the opponent, but people who grew up on the battlefield understood a truth, that is, only a dead enemy can He is an enemy worthy of respect, so at this moment he suddenly rushed towards Sherlock.

Because he felt that the other party was struggling hard, and this guy was still not desperate in this dead situation. Although he didn't know why the other party didn't give up, it seemed that no matter where he thought about it, this guy had no Any chance of turning defeat into victory is gone.

But he doesn't care about the reason. Anyway, as long as the other party is still struggling, there is a reason for struggling. When betting on the moment of praying to the enemy, I will look at the other party very seriously and refuse all the requests of the other party.

This is the result he wanted!

In a blink of an eye, Baskerville had already sprinted in front of Sherlock, and recklessly stepped on the bloody chest of the opponent, who had already lost one of his ribs, let alone how many bones had been lost. It was impossible for him to catch his own foot. If he wanted to block it, he would have to pay the price of an arm, and if he turned sideways to avoid dodge, he would be chased even more continuously.

But Sherlock's behavior once again exceeded Baskerville's expectations.

Because he actually chose the worst option.

That is. run.

I saw Sherlock straighten up sideways, and his chest was torn even bigger by the simple movement, and he started to run wildly towards the distance in spite of everything.

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Baskerville looked at the figure that flitted far away at the moment of the other party, and frowned, because he knew that under this kind of injury, it would be the most stupid behavior to waste energy on escaping, not only could he not give Any damage to the opponent will increase his fatigue and injuries for no reason, and there is almost no benefit.

But since he knew it, the other party should know it too.

Could it be that this guy, under the baptism of this kind of near-death horror, has become so cowardly that he has done such an irrational thing?
Well, it seems that this person who once made him look at him with admiration cannot avoid the fear of death after all. Then, this battle is over. No matter how much the opponent runs away, there is only one ending in the end, and that is death.

So Baskerville chased after him without saying a word.
The reflection of the moonlight from the snowy field also showed a trace of the blazing sun. Sherlock was running wildly, and the blood from the wound was swaying behind him due to the speed, like a gust of wind, almost disappearing into the whiteness.

And Baskerville was furiously chasing after him, and everyone could see the dust from the explosion. What kind of speed is the hurricane between these two people!Those were two gusts of wind, two meteors across the surface of the earth, and they escaped from the sight within a few seconds.

However, this direction.
In the crowd, a few people seemed to have noticed something, so they exclaimed subconsciously. He didn't know what Sherlock wanted to do, but he could see that he was running crazily towards the place where the two demons were fighting.

The battle between demons is undoubtedly terrifying, and the battle between the third-order big demons is even more terrifying, because of the terrifying size, weight, and strength, almost no human can compete with the third-order big demons, although Basque Weier has this ability, but that's because he is a freak, and even if he is a freak, he can only fight with ordinary third-order great demons in hand-to-hand combat.

And if you let him fight his own demons...just kidding, he is a little crazy sometimes, but not stupid.

He can guarantee that no one in this world can survive under the hands of his own devil!

Except, of course, the god of the empire.

But Sherlock is certainly not Lord Dante, so why is he running towards those two demons?The fight over there covered the sky and the sun, and he couldn't join the battle at all, let alone help, and with his current injury, as long as he was hit by the aftermath, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up again.

But Sherlock was still running, with a distance of several hundred meters, he had already been killed in a few seconds. At this time, Crimson was being thrown down by the hound, and the mouth was like a huge vortex that was exuding the smell of blood. Trying to swallow Crimson.

But at this moment, Sherlock suddenly rushed into its attack range, rushed into the smoke and dust, and disappeared.

The Hound didn't hesitate too much, and Baskerville didn't have the gentleman's obsession of "trending demons to kill each other, it's a bit too bullying". Hong fights and can't get away, but if the opponent takes the initiative to send it to his hand, he doesn't mind turning it into a meat paste.

So in the next second, the hound raised its huge paw violently, and slapped the ground wildly, as if it was slapping a poor reptile indiscriminately.

I don't know if it was shot to death, in short, the smoke and dust on the ground was even more obscured by the shot, and when it raised its huge palm again, it was about to push back the crimson who was about to struggle to get up.

"My grass!"

In the crowd, a soldier holding a binoculars suddenly uttered a swear word.

"What's wrong?!"

The people around were already extremely nervous, so they immediately asked.

And the guy with the binoculars still seemed a little unbelievable, so he swallowed and murmured softly:

"That guy climbed up."

(End of this chapter)