big devil holmes

Chapter 397 So damn comfortable

The silence came so suddenly. The staff member who was making the report did not realize what happened at the first time. Fortunately, he could work in the emperor's office, so he was not too stupid after all, so he faintly Realize which name this silence all comes from.

Sherlock Holmes.

He has never heard of this name. This is not his fault, because this name, as well as the actions of the owner of this name, are basically strictly prohibited from spreading by the empire.

The staff member was not qualified enough, so of course he didn't listen.

But the high-level government officials standing aside had heard of this name. They knew what this self-proclaimed detective had done. Even when they heard the name for the first time, they all shuddered subconsciously, because from the beginning Starting one night a year ago, this name has become the reason why many people wake up from their dreams at night.

The staff member who was making the report did not dare to say anything more. He could only follow the atmosphere of the entire office anxiously and fell into silence. After working in this building for many years, he had of course learned the basics of observing words and expressions.

Therefore, he could clearly see a hint of surprise flashing through the eyes of these big figures at the top of the empire, which also contained a hint of fear, and finally, a little bit of hope began to gradually amplify because of this name.

It was as if the appearance of this person had increased Miss Nightingale's chance of survival.

Deep into the Antarctic continent, somewhere more than 3000 kilometers away from Redeker Strait.

The natural environment here is destined to not have any vegetation and creatures here. There is nothing but violent storms and snow. There is no sun and moon in the sky, only the dazzling aurora that can never be seen elsewhere, in the night A phantom-like colorful ribbon was pulled out from under it.

What is incredible is that a military base is actually established in a place like this.

Something similar to a balloon was connected to a strong chain and was lifted into the sky to search for the weak signal source on this continent.

In a barracks, General Patton was still wearing the same military uniform, like an old stubborn who never knew how to adapt, trying to use his body to fight against the most deadly cold of nature.This kind of confrontation is meaningless, because human beings cannot defeat nature after all, and the severe cold on this continent cannot be cowed by someone's tough attitude, thus making the temperature warmer.

But this general, who has been the most famous in the empire for nearly a hundred years but almost no one has seen, has maintained this habit for more than 30 years.

He was holding the microphone of the communicator in his hand that was too thin. The low temperature caused the metal on the surface of the microphone to show some terrible sticky ability. Once it got close to the skin, it seemed to weld the human skin tightly. If you want to separate it, you have to tear it. A layer of flesh and blood comes out.

But the skinny general never cared about this. He just calmly gave instructions into the microphone:

"The defense line has deployed 175 war airships. Starting today, they will sail to the center of the Antarctic continent at full speed along the trajectory I just divided, while conducting high-altitude patrols until Nightingale's whereabouts or body is discovered.

There is no need to worry about the insufficient airship quota in the rear.

Those bastard bankers and businessmen in the empire have been blessed for half their lives. Now is the most critical period for mankind. Let them build two hundred airships for me within three months. If anyone dares to say no, I will He personally ordered an independent group to be sent to seize all their properties. "

General Patton's tone was still very calm, but if the capitalists in the hinterland of the empire heard this call, they would probably be so scared that they would collapse on the ground on the spot.

"Okay, let's take care of these things now, and call him over."

[Call him over]

This is a very ordinary order, and there is no need to emphasize who 'he' is, but deep in General Patton's extremely calm tone under any circumstances, there seems to be a wave of guilt, which is some kind of guilt that no one can understand. Feeling it, but it was buried so deeply that it was difficult for even him to notice it, let alone the operator on the other side of the phone.

Soon, Baskerville's voice came from the microphone:

"General, do you have a mission?"

He asked directly.

Over the years, all the conversations between Baskerville and General Patton revolved around missions. When there was no mission, there would be no communication between the two.

This relationship is filled with the coldness between superiors and subordinates in the military, and Baskerville is also very accustomed to this way of getting along, because since General Patton dug himself out of the belly of a dead woman 30 years ago, there has been nothing but love between them. so.

The woman who died was Baskerville's mother. Because of her abdominal fat, he did not freeze to death. As for his father, he probably died beside her. To this day, this frontline officer still does not know the names of his parents. .

Words like parents and family are things that a child will definitely need as he grows up, just like those kittens curled up in his arms, or the ducks that only wander forward behind their mother.

If there is no such thing, then a child will inevitably yearn for, search for, or even imagine. Baskerville once tried to call General Patton his father, but was severely reprimanded by the other party. After that, all the interactions between them were... It was on the battlefield, and most of the words in the conversation were filled with smoke, blood, and death.

But people always have a home. This may be a life's weird insistence on self-belonging.

Therefore, this officer on the front line, who was labeled as bloodthirsty, ruthless, and cruel, actually regarded General Patton as his father in his own perception.

Although the other party has never accepted this title.

When he was 19 years old, General Patton took Baskerville to a frontline military exercise, where he saw the man he most longed to be in his life, an old man named Dante.

That day, for the first time, he saw his usually meticulous 'father' smiling at the old man.

And after the old man saw him and praised him for his powerful contract talent, when his father looked at him, he finally showed the only smile he had ever seen in his life.

After that, Baskerville regarded Dante as the person he pursued throughout his life.

This must include the frontline officer's yearning for power. He began to worship the other party, read all the glorious deeds about Lord Dante, and learned from his words and deeds. In the interview, the other party mentioned some understandings of the devil. , he studied and trained as an absolutely irrefutable truth, and even wanted to imitate the other person's experience of eating demon flesh and blood, because it might make him more similar to the other person.

Everyone knows that Baskerville is an absolute supporter of Lord Dante.

However, no one knows the reason for this. They just think that it is some kind of crazy worship of the strong.

In fact, even Baskerville himself seemed to gradually think so.

He had long forgotten that he originally wanted to become Lord Dante just because of the concern and smile his father showed towards the old man.

He also wanted to have this smile for himself.

Oh. I'm sorry, General Patton is not his father. From beginning to end, it is still just the imagination of a lonely child who has no childhood and normal family understanding.

"There is a mission, you execute it alone." General Patton said calmly. The other end of the phone was silent. The general knew that the other party was waiting for his order to be issued.

"I ask you to search for traces of Florence Nightingale. Sherlock Holmes is already on the way to find his target. But now no one knows his location and no one can contact him. You can take a military airship. Go to the mission location.

But the rest has to be done by yourself.

Because there is no rear supply, the army cannot assist you. The mission area spans nearly a thousand kilometers, there is no docking place, and the airship cannot descend.

Most of the time, you can only go deep and search by yourself, without support or rescue. "

"receive."

Such was the conversation between two men who had known each other for 30 years, orders given and orders carried out.

In fact, General Patton does not need to ask the other party whether he accepts this order, because the other party will definitely accept it.

Baskerville does not need to say words like 'guaranteed to complete the order', because he will definitely complete any task. If it is not completed, then he will work harder until the task is completed, or die on the way to complete the task. .

"Click~" There was a soft sound, and the cold microphone hung up on the communicator. The supreme commander on the front line lit a blues and breathed the spicy taste deeply into his lungs.

At that time, Barton was the chief of staff of Lord Dante's army. Now he can become the top commander on the front line. In addition to his own military talent that ordinary people cannot match, the old man behind him who is older than him is also played some role.

The habit of smoking blues was something he developed at that time.

"Give orders to the five theaters on the rear line to prepare for the expedition route. All the regiments stationed along the Redeker Strait will join the expeditionary force. Notify the emperor's office that I need to double the existing base. Strategic materials, strive to reach the gate of hell within one year."

Not far behind him, Patton's chief of military staff stood with a straight military posture. Listening to the commander's plain words, there was no change on his face, but there were obvious signs of swallowing on his throat.

"I can understand that we need to speed up the expedition, but reaching the Gate of Hell within a year is a bit too aggressive. Even if the army at the rear can keep up, how many people will die?

The most important thing is that without the protection of the Holy Light built along the road, as long as the troops in the rear encounter the demonic tide, the soldiers in the front will become alone. "

This requires no special explanation. In this environment, being alone means death.

General Patton smoked a cigarette leisurely. According to theory, some things should be considered top secret.

But he walked out of the barracks and threw his thin body into the cold wind. The weirdly brilliant aurora in the sky actually made his pale face reveal a look of pride.

Yes, although some things are confidential, speaking out will make people feel proud.

"A year ago, our current young pope promised me something at the coronation ceremony of the new emperor of the empire.

If one day, I need the help of the Holy Light.

Then he will personally invite those people in the Holy Light Temple."

The chief of staff behind him followed him out of the barracks. The coldness penetrated into his bones and he couldn't help but tighten his collar.

"Those people in the Holy Light Temple don't pay attention to the things on the front line. They only have Holy Light in their eyes. When this expedition started, only seven servants of the gods were sent down. If you hadn't seen through that Sherlock's character, maybe Until now, those servants of God are still taking a leisurely vacation on the defense line."

"Haha, I believe in the Pope. What he promised will definitely be done."

"But. If the people in the temple are unwilling to come down, what can we do to them? Maybe we can drive a war airship, blow up the temple, and rob all the black boxes containing the holy light. ?”

The chief of staff shook his head helplessly and made a self-deprecating joke.

But General Patton didn't respond and just smoked lightly.
At this moment, the chief of staff behind him suddenly realized something. He trembled suddenly, raised his eyes in disbelief and stared at the thin back in front of him. After a lot of effort, he finally stabilized his trembling hands. His legs didn't flop, and he fell to the ground.

General Patton seemed to be in a good mood. The smell of tobacco filled his chest, making him look warm, spicy and powerful!

"Our new pope is a little too young. When I first heard that the old pope abdicated on his own initiative, I was not very optimistic about him.

But now, I admit that I was wrong.

[The foundation of the empire is the lowest level of the people, not the nobility, not the Holy See, not government officials, and certainly not the Temple of Holy Light]

This is what he told me personally.

At that time, I just felt that it was a bit too arrogant to say such a thing at such a young age.

But now that I think about it
It's so damn comfortable. "

"It's so damn comfortable!"

A week later, the same words were uttered again by a man wrapped in rough fur at the foot of a snow-capped mountain more than 1000 kilometers away.

Sherlock walked out of the shelter of the rock, leaped in a few steps, and landed directly on Crimson's shoulder. The latter's huge body accelerated instantly, and ran wildly in a deserted direction against the wind and snow.

"I'm not sure if you realize it, but you seem to be becoming more and more accepting of demon flesh."

In his mind, a deep red voice sounded.

Sherlock just shrugged indifferently:

"It could also be that the food we have been eating recently are all small demons of the first stage. To be honest, the meat of Ichijie is really more tender."

As he spoke, what appeared in his eyes was a gap in broken rock that he had just seen on the snow-capped mountain wall.

About five days ago, a huge group of demons rushed through here.
It seems that we are getting closer and closer to the group of kidnappers from hell.
(End of this chapter)