big devil holmes

Chapter 457 Going to the Temple

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A succession of silences.

In fact, Nightingale herself didn't know why she started to panic. Maybe she had never dared to tell Sherlock about this matter, not because she was afraid that he would be too weak, but because she was afraid that Sherlock would do something wrong. Things come to an end.

People who don't know Sherlock have no idea how weird and contradictory this feeling is.

Because for so many years, the Servants of God and the Temple of Holy Light have always been aloof and untouchable existences, this idea has been implanted deep in the minds of the people of the empire.

In this world, Holy Light is God!

But unexpectedly, two perverted things, Sherlock and Watson, appeared.

Watson is a mortal, and if a mortal offends a god, he will naturally be punished. This logic is very clear; but Watson is a friend of Sherlock, so what if the god offends Sherlock?

Recalling all the deeds Shylock had done over the years, Nightingale logically had to panic.

"I know you want to save Watson, but" she wanted to say, don't do anything stupid, but wanting to save a person who killed a servant of God is a stupid thing in itself, so Nightingale fell into silence again. .

After a long time.

"How many have been killed?" Sherlock asked.

He didn't even ask Watson why that boy killed the servant of God.

"One."

"How long have you been taken away?"

"Almost a month."

Sherlock lit a cigarette. His expression did not change much. Instead, he looked up at the sun in the sky. Some soldiers around him also saw his appearance. Because they were far away, they did not know Nightingale. What he said to Sherlock, but from various rumors, these soldiers already knew that this moment was coming eventually.

Therefore, the dead silence began to spread, and countless soldiers in the camp also began to be silent and stopped. Their hearts were separated from the joy of the hero's return. Following Nightingale, he began to panic and became anxious.

Some civil servants with historical knowledge even thought of the pictures depicted in many historical documents during this silence.

A mortal climbed Mount Olympus for his wife, and then bloodbathed the high gods; the monks prostrated themselves in the temple, used the Buddha statue to argue with the vast Brahma, and finally made the creator speechless; A certain goblin carried a stick and rushed into the sky to smash the magnificent palace into ruins.

People create faith, and at the same time, they long for faith to be destroyed by mortals.

So, what exactly does the man in front of me want to do?

Rushing to the temple to demand someone?

To be honest, if you are an ordinary person, this idea is of course nonsense, but after Shylock returned from hell, his body was faintly covered with light like Lord Dante. At this time, it seems that it is impossible to ask for someone from the Temple of Holy Light. It makes sense.

at last

Contact the military for me and prepare an airship for me. I want to return to the front line.

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Sherlock is leaving the front line.

In fact, anyone with a brain would know why he was about to leave just after he recovered.

But the military was extremely confused and actually prepared an airship for him that would directly cross the coast of the Redeker Strait.

Although the whole process didn't seem like much, it felt like there were two of us, and someone who didn't mind it was quietly handing over a knife.

A few hours later, a high-speed airship landed in the center of the camp, and the engine didn't even turn off. After Sherlock got on the airship, he straightened up and sped away into the distance.

On the airship, Sherlock looked at a phone hanging on the wall, his eyes full of doubts.

"Now, can you make phone calls on the airship?"

"Yes, sir. Now the signal receiving stations have been laid out in large areas along with the expedition route. The wireless communication system is directly connected to the hinterland of the empire. You can also make phone calls on the airship." A soldier said at the side.

Sherlock nodded, feeling that the technological development of the empire in the year he left was really amazing.

So, he calmly said: "Contact the Pope for me."

"Ah?" The soldier on the side was stunned for a moment and held it in for a long time: "But...but"

Even the highest-ranking officers in the Crusaders had to go through countless levels of reporting if they wanted to contact the Pope. How could he, a steward on an airship, contact the Pope?

"Just call the Holy City of Jerusalem. Don't worry about that organization. Just say that Shylock wants to find the Pope. They will figure out the rest by themselves."

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The steward opened his mouth and no longer knew what to say. He was not applying for a dialogue with the Pope, but asking the Pope to come to him.

What kind of operation is this? Even if the guy in front of him is a hero, he won't have such a big reputation.

Of course, heroes don't have such a big face, but Shylock does. He has had this face since four years ago, when he knew that the first night of the majestic Holy Son was taken away by his personal maid.

Just like that, half an hour later.

"Hey!"

That one sounded much deeper, but it seemed that he was habitually pretending to be very cold in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock was in a daze and was awakened by the public broadcast function of the phone. He sat up and turned off the public speaker. Then he picked up the phone and said, "Hey, long time no see." The two knew each other a long time ago, but But due to various reasons, people who had not been in contact for more than two years finally heard each other's voice again at this moment.

"So you can't ask for my emergency contact number? Do you have to go all the way and ask me to come to the Believers' Reception Department?"

It seems that every conversation Moriarty has with Sherlock never starts off satisfactorily.

There was no other way. The only telephone number of the organization in Jerusalem that the steward knew was the [Believers Reception Department]. This department was specially used to arrange for believers to worship in the Holy City. To put it bluntly, it was engaged in tourism promotion.

And when the Pope's official vehicle parked at the gate of their department, and when they saw the young man who had not even had time to take off the Pope's robes walking into the hall, the department head was so frightened that his legs weakened.

Especially when the Pope answered the phone with an angry look, he had already beaten the guy on the phone to death.

Thinking about it, if you are tired of your own life and want to provoke the Pope, that is your business, don't implicate us!

Sherlock lazily leaned against the wall: "It's too troublesome to find your contact number through a lot of people. Besides, I don't want too many people to know that I've been looking for you."

"." The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and his tone softened slightly: "So what's the matter with you? You came back alive from hell, and you want to show off to me?"

"I will show off to you, for example, what I have seen in hell this year, know the source of the devil, know how to open and close the gate of hell, know how to end this war, etc. Wait, wait." Sherlock said these words in a nonchalant manner that made his breathing unsteady, and then he casually changed the topic in another direction:

"Watson killed a servant of God, you know this."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have known what the other party was going to say, so he responded naturally: "I know."

"Well, you are the current Pope after all, so to be on the safe side, I think it is necessary for me to have a phone call with you first. If you can find a way to get that boy Watson out, I will handle this matter lightly."

Why does this sound so awkward? What does it mean to be treated lightly?

Watson killed the servant of God and was taken away to be punished. Isn't this a natural thing? Why do you want people to acquit the criminal, as if you want to cause trouble for others?

It feels like he is saying again: "My brother just killed one of your people, so you want to arrest my brother? Is there any justice in this? Is there any law in the king's law? Let me go quickly and pay for the medical expenses." , pay all the mental damages, ask your leader to come to me to apologize, slap yourself two thousand times, and that’s it!”

What's even more unacceptable is that from Sherlock's tone, it seems that by solving this matter by himself, he is giving Moriarty a lot of face.

Moriarty's heavy breathing came from the microphone. He was probably angry, but he still responded:

"You have been away for a year, so you may not know the current relationship between the Holy See and the Holy Light Temple. In order to increase the coverage of the Holy Light during the expedition, I went to the Holy Light Temple at some time last year and talked with the old divine envoy Some agreements were reached.

So now, the Holy Light Temple is in an independent state. "

"Independent?" Sherlock was stunned for a moment. The relationship between the Holy Light Temple and the Holy See has always been very subtle. It probably means that the Holy Light Temple is the gods above the clouds, and the Holy See helps these gods deal with everything in the human world. mechanism.

But this group of gods doesn't care about what's going on below the clouds. They only care about their own three-acre land. Therefore, in terms of power, the Holy See is much more powerful than the Holy Light Temple, but the Holy See must allow the Holy Light Temple to exist. , after all, this temple is the foundation of human faith.

Both are indispensable.

But now, the temple wants to be independent? ?

This made Sherlock couldn't help but think of the ultimate goal that Moriarty had always wanted to achieve.

The Pope and the Emperor must be one person.

He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not very concerned about what Moriarty was doing. He just asked very directly: "So, you can't get involved in Watson's matter?"

"Yes." Moriarty said, then hesitated: "Actually, I hope you don't go too deep into this matter. The Temple of Holy Light is different from all the forces you have come into contact with before. He is no better than the Emperor of the Empire. After so many years, Come on, mankind has relied on the Holy Light to survive until now. If you disrespect the Holy Light Temple too much, you may push yourself against the entire empire."

"Haha." Sherlock smiled bitterly: "Isn't it just that I am the enemy of the whole world? Although this sounds so fucking embarrassing, I have to say that this is the kind of life I have been living for the past year or so. .

Moreover."

Sherlock couldn't help but think of his summoned creature named Crimson, and then the strange dream that had followed him for more than 30 years, and that when he reached the hinterland of the empire, he would probably enter the palace of thinking in his mind again.

"Besides, people respect the Holy Light. What does the Holy Light Temple have to do with it?"

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The empire is huge

Compared to the other side of the gate of hell, where the tragic human beings gathered together and built the city to protect themselves 800 years later, these mountains, rivers, and grassy plains are only A scene that can only be seen in historical documents.

Sherlock stood on the airship, looking down from the hanging window, as if wondering whether the open space in front of him could accommodate the humans from another world.

Considering the number of people, the food and water sources needed for life, and the living area, for such a large empire, only a small part of it can be exchanged for 800 years of scientific and technological progress. No matter how you calculate it, you will make a profit.

Lilith told herself the same thing in front of the gate of hell.

But she has avoided other problems very well, such as the concept of survival between humans in the two worlds, the war that has lasted for so many years, the spilling of blood, the lack of reproduction, and the constant hatred of separation.

I am just a person, and in that world, I am like a heinous demon who everyone shouts and beats. If people from two worlds really meet each other, is there really a possibility of 'peaceful coexistence'?

Sherlock is an extremely selfish person. Everything he does is to make himself comfortable. He knows that whether people in another world live or die has nothing to do with him, but he has been there after all. If he knows some things in the world over there, then he will always think about it, recall the young siblings in the small street detective agency, and recall the person who waited for him for more than 30 years for a word that he did not know whether it was true or false. The factory old man would think back to the rational woman who had been chasing him for more than a year, but in the end stood in front of him defenselessly.

The airship slowly sailed through the Redeker Strait and passed through the vast empire territory. A few days later, the airship arrived at a huge mountain range so huge that the edges could not be seen from high altitude.

The Erbes Mountains are the tallest, longest and most sacred mountain range in the entire empire. Its two sections even span different seasons, and the height reaches directly above the clouds. And on the highest peak of this mountain range, the mountain that is used by people throughout the empire. The worshiped temple also stands on the top of the mountain.

It is impossible for the airship to just sail to the highest mountain. No one dares to get close to it without permission, because approaching is blasphemy.

So slowly, the airship landed at the edge of a small town at the foot of the mountain. During the second demon invasion that year, this place was requisitioned as a military checkpoint and there happened to be a landing pad.

Sherlock stepped off the airship.

Then, he looked at the two women in front of him with some surprise, and fell into deep thought for a while, not sure whether it was good or bad.

(End of this chapter)