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Chapter 244 The Hound of the Baskervilles (End)

"Climb up."

This can be regarded as a sentence without beginning and end, but in this situation, the whole crowd fell into a moment of silence.

Climb up?
An open snowfield, no mountains, far away from the urban area and no buildings, what do you mean by "climbing up?"

In the entire line of sight, the only place where this word can be used seems to be that huge demon!
Yes, only demons!
So at this very moment, Sherlock is galloping up on the forelegs of the Hound of the Baskervilles almost unbelievably!
The two demons are still fighting the most dangerous battle, the hound's forelimbs are frantically carrying out the heaviest attack, but Sherlock's hands are tightly grasping those messy and bloody hairs, using his powerful control over the body to go In the shadows that cover the moonlight, Sherlock's body looks so small, but it is extremely flexible. One moment before, he suffered the shock of a huge slap on his wrist, and the next moment he slammed With this force, the feet climbed straight up through the curly relay point, faster and faster, like a fish trying to jump out of the sea, soaring straight into the sky amidst the black waves.

What is he doing?
No one knew what this guy was going to do. Baskerville looked through the smoke and saw Sherlock's figure. He didn't know what this guy was thinking at all, but he hesitated for a moment, and followed Rush into the smoke and dust.

Thus, this extremely strange scene appeared.

Perhaps there has never been such a scene on the entire battlefield. Two incredibly powerful demons are fighting each other, shaking the ground, and two humans are actually running and chasing one of the demons. Bar Skevill's hound body was covered with a lot of huge gravel because of the tumble in the battle just now, and at this moment, because of the tremor of the body, it slipped from the back, Sherlock quickly and accurately used these points of force, and the ghost Climbing silently between the bumps and gaps on the surface of the demon's body, it seems that only a little bit of force can suddenly raise the height, and the ups and downs and gentle slopes caused by the movements have become the rhythm of his upward rush.

But the speed also brings a huge load on the body, and those seemingly soft hairs are only for a demon, but for humans, they are almost like the sharpest steel needles. During the climbing and running process, Sherlock, His body was already full of scars, like bathing in a pool full of blades, and because of climbing and running, his chest injuries had reached an extremely terrifying level. The tentacles in hell were repairing it, but it seemed that they couldn't keep up. The speed of constant tearing, with every movement, a lot of blood was splashed.

He should have died a long time ago, but he still didn't die. Even if someone saw his expression at this time, they might be shocked, because he was actually smiling, a very excited and novel smile, matching The body that was almost hacked into pieces looked extremely terrifying!
At last, amidst the great vibrations of the demon's bite, he came to a position, somewhere in the lower back of the neck of the Baskerville's hound.

Without any hesitation, he didn't even have time to swallow the blood that flowed out of his mouth. He suddenly grabbed a lock of hair at his hand, and tore it outward desperately!
What he tore was so decisive, as if no one else was there, a few tentacles spread out from his tattered clothes, and he followed with force. The small demons in hell have now completely become Sherlock's life-sustaining nutrients, otherwise, it is estimated that they will A few came out to help Sherlock tear or nibble on the hound's skin.

No such fights.
The entire group of contractors, and even the entire history of the Holy Spirit, have never fucking fought like this!

How dare a person rush to a huge demon more than 20 meters high and directly try to cause physical damage to it? This is simply a fantasy!
But Sherlock was so determined, he didn't even have any strength left for himself to escape, let alone deal with Baskerville who climbed up after him!
He was tearing like that, and countless tentacles continued to emerge around him. The area behind the opponent's demon's neck almost condensed all the power that Sherlock could show at this time.

Finally, with a slight 'hissing' sound, a few hairs were pulled off abruptly, and more were firmly rooted in the skin, and then, with a piece of bloody skin, was torn apart !
Although it's just the skin, it's still extremely scary. The bright red flesh and blood are still connected to each other, and they are reluctant to separate. They are drawn and broken by the huge force little by little!

"Awwow——"

Compared with the huge body of the Hound of the Baskervilles, Sherlock only caused a small injury, but it still made him feel a tearing pain in the back of his neck and let out a deafening growl.

The hound's bone structure can't bend backwards, and it can't shoot behind itself, and because its own contractor is also on the back, it can't go around in a circle, crushing the hateful human behind it into a pulp, Even if Baskerville really wanted to do this, Crimson would not let it do that. At this moment, it was tightly restraining the opponent's body.

And at this moment, Baskerville had already arrived, rushing through the dense hair like a river, and heading straight for Sherlock!No matter what Sherlock was doing, his behavior made Baskerville very uncomfortable, so Baskerville had already charged forward, blasting towards Sherlock who had lost the ability to resist with one punch.Fortunately, Crimson gave up the defense in time and slapped him, forcing him to avoid his body, which prevented him from blasting Sherlock's head with his punch.

In fact, this scene is extremely complicated to say, but in just a dozen seconds, some people in the crowd in the distance held their binoculars and watched the thrilling scenes, almost holding their breath.

However, no one still knows what Sherlock wants to do.Baskerville also had no idea what the fellow was up to.

He didn't want to use this method to skin the huge demon under his feet piece by piece.

Of course, it is impossible for Sherlock to have such an idea. Even if the other party is motionless and really let him pick it up, it will probably take half a month to pick it up.

So at this moment, Sherlock staggered and dropped the piece of flesh that he had just torn off in his hand. He was almost detached, unable to stand still in the battle, but the tentacles around him were extremely active. They swarmed and started to go crazy Following the wound, he got into the opponent's body!

As I said before, there is no such fight among the entire group of contractors, because except for perverts like Baskerville, it is difficult for human beings to use their bodies to cause substantial damage to the third-order big demon. There are some insignificant wounds left on the huge body, which cannot affect its muscles, and it is even more impossible to break the opponent's bones with a punch. Then, these desperate actions are meaningless.

But Sherlock is different. There is another relationship between him and the devil besides the contract and the injury.

That is the ability of his original demon --- possession.

Directly use the tentacles to drill into the opponent's body and transform it into one's own!
At this moment, Sherlock had exhausted all the strength in his body. He knelt on the ground with one knee, and his body almost turned into a blood man.

However, for such a weak and miserable man, countless tentacles exploded around his body, one by one converging into a scarlet tide, pouring into the huge demon's body along the gap, those tentacles were very thin, Compared with the huge body of Baskerville's demon, like the cilia of those single-celled organisms, it penetrates into the crevices of muscles, swims in the blood plasma, frantically looking for those thick nerves, then invades and occupies .
Baskerville's heart began to beat faster.

He didn't know what the other party was doing, but at this moment, he felt some kind of fear inexplicably.

To be honest, he has lived on the front line of the gates of hell for more than 30 years. Except for those nights when his mind was immature and those young dreams, he has almost never experienced any fear. Painful wounds, seeing people around him die one by one, he has never been afraid.

However, at this moment, he actually started to be afraid.

But he didn't know the reason, and he couldn't even tell whether he was afraid or his demon was afraid.

But if it's the latter, it's even more impossible, because his demon is almost at the peak of the third stage, although he doesn't know what the fourth stage of the demon looks like, that's only seen by Lord Dante field.But Baskerville was very sure that his own demon had already become astonishingly powerful.

How could it be afraid?
There is something that can scare it.
There are many factors that can make a creature afraid, and the most direct and innate among them is of course the fear of death.

Of course, a demon will not understand what the meaning of 'death' is. It is a philosophical question that even humans cannot understand. But at this moment, the Hound of Baskervilles instinctively felt that he seemed to be disappearing little by little. .

There is some kind of power that erodes him little by little, takes his body, and even wants to invade his mind and replace it.

This little sense of disappearance, in its cognition, seems to be more terrifying than death.
So it was afraid, so afraid that its body was a little stiff and trembling uncontrollably, and this fear also followed the contractor's feedback, rushing into Baskerville's mind with incomparable clarity and ferocity.

Just as he was about to jump up, he shuddered at Sherlock's body and fell directly to the ground.

"What. What's wrong?"

He was a little blindfolded, staring at his frightened eyes, as if feeling a sense of near-death.

But he was obviously not injured, and he couldn't think of anything that could kill him.

But, why was he so frightened, why was he shaking so much that he couldn't even stand still, he began to pant heavily, trying to drive his contract demon, but found that the other party couldn't respond to him, and was even more scared than himself In this inexplicable emotion, he even recalled when he was young, when the umbilical cord was not cut off, he cried in the pile of dead people, and he clearly felt that his life was changing little by little. The passage of time, and the fear of being away from yourself.

How many years has he not had this extremely real feeling?
In the distance, those who could see this scene were dumbfounded.

They were so stupid that they held the binoculars and didn't move. Even when others pushed and asked, they didn't respond.

And soon, the rest of the people were also dumbfounded, because they didn't know why, the demon who was biting madly last second suddenly stopped moving.

What exactly happened, why suddenly, the earth-shattering battle over there has been going on, suddenly stopped?
Those people finally felt for the first time that amidst the huge roar, the sudden silence can be so deafening.
Just like that, the silence lasted for an unknown amount of time. Finally, Sherlock shook his body and stood up.

tick tock~tick tock~
The blood on his body was dripping down, like a ghost that just crawled out of the plasma.

This scene was seen by a man with a telescope, he shuddered subconsciously, he didn't know why that man was so weak, yet so frightening!

But he didn't dare to put down the binoculars. He just looked straight up, and there seemed to be some gasping sounds around him. Many people may have seen this scene. They saw the evil ghost staggering up and down. body.

Then, with a sudden acceleration, he rushed towards Baskerville, who was still invincible just now, like a god!
His speed is actually not as fast as it was at the beginning, because the human eye can already catch its traces, but at this moment, it seems so breathtaking.The afterimage was blood-colored, with a scarlet streamer behind him, that light was trembling and angry, from the beginning to the end, he finally won a chance to change offense and defense when he was at his weakest. , So, his fist slammed into the opponent's face, his palm slashed at the opponent's neck, his body launched a dazzling offensive in a narrow range, blood was flying, the moonlight The bright red blood that fell was also dazzling, and the wind brought out rolled up the blood on the demon's back.

And Baskerville, amidst the fear and chaos constantly eroding him in his mind, unexpectedly felt for the first time that he was somewhat unable to withstand the opponent's attack!
Even though he was stronger, the opponent was injured more seriously, and the speed of the opponent was not fast, but he still couldn't stop it. Baskerville's chest was full of blood from being hit by the fist. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, staggered and retched from being kicked in the abdomen, his head was in severe pain, and balls of plasma on his body were exploding. He didn't even know that it was from himself, but it was from the other party.

This is a scene of one-sided sadism.
It's just that it came too suddenly and unbelievably, so it made everything look so shocking.

Finally, as Baskerville's figure swayed for a while, he finally fell to the ground miserably, and the bloody ghost also knelt down on the ground with a plop, right next to Baskerville, and then , hands clasped and held high.
According to the face of the other party, it was smashed down firmly!
"boom!!"

In fact, the sound wasn't that loud at all, and it couldn't spread so far, but it seemed to hit everyone's hearts at once, and following the smash, the hound also slammed into it. trembling.

"boom!!"

one more time.

The silence was like thunder falling from the sky, resounding through the entire snow field! !

"Boom!!" "Boom!!" "Boom!!"

He just smashed, smashed.

Until I felt that I was bored, tired, or for some other reason, I finally hung my head weakly, letting my own blood drip down.

Then murmured,

said something.
However, in this whole world, only Baskerville should be able to hear clearly.
(End of this chapter)