big devil holmes

Chapter 38 My Domain

In order to avoid contact with that crazy gaze in the sky again, Sherlock didn't look up at the sun in the sky, but stepped on the long street quickly, but extremely cautiously. And with a few breaths, all the perceptions were turned into information , present in the mind.

temperature, sand, sound, and sticky air
If this is really hell, then maybe Sherlock is the only one who has set foot in hell.

Oh, no, there was another person who entered hell once, the Lord Dante who once killed the evil god of hell. Speaking of which, why did Lord Dante never disclose the appearance of hell to the empire after he returned to the world?

Maybe he has described it publicly, but as a commoner, he doesn't know it.
Sherlock was thinking like this, observing, analyzing, walking forward along the edge of the building, touching the wall with his fingertips that had been weathered for an unknown number of years, watching the mottled contact surface decompose into strands of fine sand , blowing into the distance with the wind of hell.

Everything around him has a fatal attraction
He wanted to dig through the ruins on the side, especially to see what was hidden in that dark shadow, he wanted to walk through this path, to see the wider street scene outside the corner, he wanted to walk very far, extremely far.

However, this is not a tourist area after all!Therefore, the danger that had been foreseen for a long time finally came.
In this scorching bloody world, Sherlock, as a human being, smells almost like opening a can of herring in a closed space infused with top-quality perfume.

That smell. It's impossible to hide it.

Oh, that might be the wrong word to describe it, but... demons hate top perfumes, they love canned herring!
So, at this very moment, a carrion dog with nothing to do suddenly raised its head, his nasal cavity, which had rotted into the skull, twitched, and then turned his gaze inconceivably, looking in Sherlock's direction.

A human and a demon looked at each other across the long street of hell.

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"Awwhhhhh!!!!"

With a sudden but expected roar, the carrion dog stood up, and then crazily rushed towards Sherlock.

"Hey--"

Sherlock sighed helplessly, but he was not afraid. This kind of carrion dog can be seen everywhere in the real world. As long as the head is smashed and the brain is smashed, it will not get up again.

In fact, most demons will die obediently as long as their brains are messed up, so Sherlock is very keen on smashing their heads, which can give him a sense of security.

However... in the next second.

"Awwow——"

"Oooooooooooooooooooo——"

There were several roars again.

In the real world, because of the protection of the Holy Light, it is almost impossible for demons of the same race to gather together, so Sherlock didn't know that the carrion dogs were originally a kind of demon that lived in groups, and they often wandered together in groups of three or five.

In short, following this howl, there were similar sounds from at least three directions, and then an extremely chaotic rushing sound rushed towards this side.

"excuse me."

It is impossible to give up the desire to explore, but if you are fighting with a group of hell demons now, it is not a sacrifice for the desire to explore, but pure stupidity.

Fortunately, he must have been prepared for this situation. On the way here, as well as the observation in front of the apartment window just now, he has been able to confirm that there is no place around where huge demons can lurk, at least when he runs back. During the 15 seconds in the apartment, there should be no demons that would suddenly jump out and block the way back.

So, go back to the apartment first, close the door, and see if that room can still keep the demons out as before.Even if you can't, you can quickly calm down and spend about three to five seconds to wake yourself up in the real world.

Not much to say, Sherlock turned around directly, raised his speed to the limit, and ran wildly along the route he came from.

And that hellhound was also chasing after him!

The 15-second journey came in an instant, and Sherlock rushed into the apartment. Unexpectedly, the dog behind him was not slow, and even caught up!
"Well, it looks like I have to get rid of you first." His tone was quite apologetic.

Thoughts are still on!

This carrion dog has rushed over, opened its bloody mouth to take a bite of the rare food in front of it, and in the process, its paws inevitably crossed the porch of the room
In other words, they stepped into the area where Sherlock's contracted demon, that caterpillar crawled.

Moment! ! ! !
"kindness??"

Sherlock frowned, he was ready to lift the dog's head, but suddenly found that the carrion dog in front of him didn't move.

Uh. It's a bit strange, but this demon, who was dazzled by appetite a second ago, actually stopped the moment he stepped into the room!
In fact, it can't be said to stop completely, because Sherlock can see that this guy's body is shaking violently, as if he has stepped on a place that he should never touch, thus generating fear beyond reason and instinct.

It wanted to escape, but it couldn't.

The thin body was smoked by the scorching heat of hell, emitting bursts of blue smoke, floating slightly in the small room, the hellhound cracked its mouth full of sharp teeth, and one eye had fallen out of its socket because of the rot and the rush just now. Connected by a thin nerve, it clatters around the mouth.

It is so difficult to maintain a fixed posture,

Sherlock had a weird delusion that if the devil also had sweat glands, then the poor little guy must be sweating profusely from fright at this moment.

It was this weird intuition that made Sherlock's frown deepen, because he didn't know what frightened the demon into such a state.

He leaned forward and even shook his hand around his mouth.
However, the carrion dog has completely lost its desire for fresh human flesh and blood at this time. It is just trembling and whimpering, like a flying insect stuck to fly paper, and can only accept it with fear and misery. own death.

(End of this chapter)