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Chapter 401 Saving Nightingale

The violent wind around him seemed to have stopped, the flying snowflakes seemed to be stagnant in mid-air, and the pieces of flesh and blood scattered all over the sky behind him no longer fell, because the white tornado formed by the air waves also fell into a nearly frozen time at this moment. middle.

It seems that before the Holy Calendar, a mathematician named Descartes put forward this view-time is the manifestation of thinking. If thinking is fast enough, then time will be slow enough.

Sherlock didn't like mathematics, so he had never heard of this too idealistic theory. However, at this moment, his thoughts that were running wild just now suddenly focused on the huge demon in front of him, and he felt detached for a moment. It made him feel like time had frozen.

There was endless demonic tide around him, but in his senses, it was so peaceful. The incredibly huge dark curtain in the distance blocked all light, as if he had been pulled into the universe and looked at the stars without them. Dark space.

He didn't care about his own insignificance and helplessness, because the goal was close at hand.

Between Shylock and Nightingale, there is only one devil left.

There is no doubt that this demon has reached the third level. It is undoubtedly a humanoid demon. It is undoubtedly powerful enough. Although its stature is far less shocking than the Hound of the Baskervilles, its overall height is the same as Xia's. Locke's crimson color was similar, but being able to escort Nightingale during the three-month long migration seemed to indicate that other demons in the entire group recognized his qualifications.

The whole body is pure white skin, without any overly exaggerated bones or fangs, nor wrapped in scales. Only the thick white hair on the top of the head extends to the back, like an extremely eye-catching white cloak, but just look at it You can feel the texture of the surface muscles as hard as flesh and steel, the strong limbs, the subcutaneous muscle lines that are clearly exposed with movement, and the posture that is too close to human beings. Just like those who The legendary giant who clings to the icy land.

This was just a moment of observation to get the simplest appearance. In this encounter, Sherlock habitually wanted to analyze other things from the details of the other person's body, but in that flash of lightning, He was a little surprised to find that the other party's dark pupils were staring at him tightly, and at the same time, a roar that tore the solid air had exploded in his ears!

It was a white fist that was also approaching its extreme speed, and it went straight to the crimson face and smashed down. Under such extreme thinking, Sherlock only reacted with embarrassment.

This first punch alone showed that the demon in front of him already had the speed of Baskerville after removing his outer armor!

"Snapped!!"

There was an explosion in the air. This punch did not hit Sherlock. Instead, he punched all his strength into the air in front of him, making a loud bang like a long whip lashing in the air, and along with it, he also drew out a stream of solemn energy. The ultimate atmosphere.

Sherlock was a little surprised that the opponent could be so fast. If he worked harder, he would probably be able to catch up with him. The white giant in front of him was surprised that the opponent could dodge such a swift and violent blow.However, the reaction of both parties at this moment was said to be stunned, but in fact it was only a completely negligible moment. It was so fast that the snowflakes behind them had not had time to roll up to the next posture, and it was so fast that the demons around them had not yet realized what happened.

Therefore, at the moment when the white giant's attack failed, Sherlock's thinking was already faster than his own consciousness, he made a prediction first, and controlled the crimson feet through the contract link to step on it hard. On the ice that had been frozen for who knows how many years below, with an incredible twist of the waist, a sharp dagger embedded between the exoskeleton of the forearm was already in his hand. Together with the huge inertia brought by the twist, the fierce stabbing... Toward the other person's chest.

And all of this actually happened in less than half a second!

Thinking is relative, time is relative, and everyone's senses are relative to each other, from the moment Sherlock came into contact with the demonic tide, to the first demon turning into blood all over the sky, to the wind and snow gathering into... The spear pierced the demonic tide, and finally at this moment, it was just like a sudden throw from the god after descending to earth. Baskerville had just landed on the top of the mountain, and the huge roar had not completely dissipated, even for the man standing on the demon's shoulder. Even the frontline commanders didn't react, let alone the people on the airship in the sky.

In front of the hanging window, people were silent. They looked at everything that happened in an instant below, and they couldn't make any sound at all. They just felt that under the lightless black curtain, all the pictures looked so solemn. It's monotonous, yet so shocking that it makes your heart beat wildly.

Finally, the wind blew, blood fell, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. After this passage, time returned to its original flow speed. Baskerville on the top of the mountain did not hesitate at all. He himself was also one of the most powerful people in the world. One of the contractors, and he believes that Sherlock's reckless rush to the demonic group below must not be a temporary act of madness. There can only be one reason. That is the target he is looking for, which is below!

At this moment, the figure as huge as a rock or a sea reef jumped directly from the top of the mountain!
Of course, that too huge body couldn't dive down like Sherlock. Fortunately, Baskerville's Contract Demon was heavy enough, and the steel protective plates around it gave it incredible weight. So, the demon used His legs, as thick as bridge piers, were firmly pressed against the rock formations beneath him, letting the weight pull him to the ground.

It does not need to consider those protruding icebergs and rocks, because under the half-meter-thick armor and the weight of more than two hundred tons, all obstacles in the way will be crushed to pieces. It just so happens that these are installed along the way. The remaining ice edges can also slow down the speed of its fall. It just falls, crushed, and torn into pieces. The speed is incomparable to Sherlock's crimson, but it is still powerful and domineering!
At this moment, the person in charge of the airship in the sky finally took a sharp breath, and the muscles in his throat made a harsh roar. He didn't care to look at the thrilling scene below, and turned around quickly, like Like a famine refugee before death, he threw himself on a battlefield communicator hanging on the wall, fiercely tore off the microphone, and without thinking, pressed the button that could only be pressed in the most urgent situation. Full band communication button.

When there was no signal on the line, he started yelling into the microphone:
"Miss Nightingale has found the door to hell at the center of the Antarctic continent!"

"Miss Nightingale has found the door to hell at the center of the Antarctic continent!"

"Miss Nightingale has been found"

He kept repeating and roaring like this. He didn't know which signal tower the communication at his location could be connected to, and which airship around him would hear it, but it didn't matter, the news would always reach those troops. In the commander's ears, and on the strategic map, the most conspicuous location of the Gate of Hell is marked, which will guide more and more airships to come in this direction.

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He didn't know how long the two people below could hold on. He didn't know how they planned to rescue Miss Nightingale. He didn't know what they could do after so many airships arrived.I can only keep praying for the blessing of the Holy Light in my heart.

But he selectively forgot that there was no holy light in front of the gate of hell.

Just like that, a second passed, and the blood rain set off by the crimson finally showed signs of stopping, and the violent wind finally slowly dissipated.

The second second passed, the Baskerville hounds were like a torrent, smashing countless rocks along the way. These rocks that had been frozen for tens of millions of years rolled down, crushing countless more to death. demon.

It was not until the third second that the demons who had been running wildly for more than two months finally realized what was happening near the center of the demonic tide. They found that there was something that they could not see before they could catch it, so they rushed towards something they could not see. The location was also discovered at the same time. The rubble on the mountain range was flying, and a huge thing was smashing down towards him.

At this moment, the dazed demon group boiled up again and roared even more horribly than before. At this moment, all the demons that were close enough to Sherlock and Crimson suddenly turned around, dozens, hundreds, Thousands of demons, tens of thousands of demons, rushed directly towards him!
In this situation, it seems that no matter who it is, there is only a certain death.

However, it is at this moment!
No one could figure out what Sherlock had done, not even himself. In short, he only felt that the heat wave around him exploded violently at that moment, and a tentacle suddenly protruded from his cuffs. He came out, stabbed straight into the eye socket of a demon that had jumped in front of him, and then got in ruthlessly!
Sherlock's contract creature is very special. It is not crimson, nor the demons entrenched in hell, but a tentacle.
However, these tentacles are very strange. They can only be summoned in a place that Sherlock calls [the field]. Therefore, since coming to the front line, he has never summoned these tentacles that have been with him for a long time. The little ones are here.

So why did a tentacle suddenly appear?
And it wasn't just that small section. At the moment when tens of thousands of demons were rushing toward him and about to drown him, countless tentacles centered on Sherlock exploded out of his limbs and bones. The heat suddenly appeared, Wuyang Wuyang, burst out in an instant. If you look down from a high altitude, it is like a huge black flower suddenly blooming, withstanding the surrounding demonic tide.

Sherlock has never been to the Temple of Holy Light, and he has never entered the confessional in the Temple of Holy Light. In fact, if he had entered that confessional, or if there was a servant of God, he would be able to feel Xia Lu at this time. Looking at the heat that bloomed around Locke, he was horrified to discover that this heat wave was exactly the same as the feeling of light and heat emitted when the Holy Light descended upon the Divine Apocalypse!

But it doesn't matter. At this juncture, no one will bother to think about so many problems. Naturally, Sherlock has no time to think about how his contracted tentacles appeared outside the domain. The sharp blade in his hand has already stabbed him. It entered the chest of the white giant-like demon in front of him, and then instantly pulled out a horizontal line with extreme simplicity, and then swung up along the middle and short ribs. The specially ground extremely sharp steel blade engaged the opponent's bones in the most primitive way. of collision.

Sherlock didn't know if that was where the heart was, and he didn't care whether the guy in front of him had a heart. In short, he cruelly twisted the tip of the knife in his hand, smashing the flesh and blood in the opponent's chest, and then quickly pulled it out, without any scruples from the huge body. With the blood spraying out from the blood hole, a crimson hand was already pressing on the other person's forehead. The next moment, the knife stabbed into the center of his head very calmly.

In three seconds, a third-level demon was killed like this.

In fact, this demon is so strong that if it appears on the battlefield of the expeditionary force's vanguard, it can kill an entire company on its own. Its thick hair that extends to its back and its entire body are snow-white. His skin will probably be given random titles such as [White Terror] and [Snow Butcher] among human warriors, and it will become a terrifying legend to scare recruits.

But none of this could be achieved. It only survived in Sherlock's hands for three seconds, and only punched out from the beginning to the end. It was killed dejectedly, ending a life that should have been widely praised.

And before it was about to fall backwards, the big crimson hand was extremely agile and accurate, pulling towards its back close to its heart.

The surrounding black tentacles were like leaks from the high-pressure drainage wells on the streets of London, surging out crazily. These little guys crazily penetrated into the bodies of the demons they came into contact with, occupying their brains, along the The spinal cord spreads wildly, and in a few seconds, it can take over a demon and make it a puppet of its master.

Then, a very strange scene appeared.

The endless demonic tide was about to drown Sherlock, but suddenly, a black flower bloomed, and then the group of demons closest to Sherlock suddenly switched sides, turned around and began to attack the demons outside. Bite.

While biting and biting, the outer ring suddenly trembled violently for a few times, then suddenly turned its fangs and stabbed at the demon further out.

In this way, more and more demons defected, and there was a faint tendency to resist the external demonic tide.

Baskerville finally reached the ground after sliding for a period of time. The rocks that collapsed along the way formed a large flow of ice, snow and mud, killing at least hundreds of demons.

But at this moment, he had no intention of thinking about the suffocating demons at his feet who were crushed to death.

Because he didn't understand why Sherlock was still alive.

Why do a bunch of demons suddenly seem to be teammates.

Why does my contracted demon seem to be a little disobedient from now on?
(End of this chapter)