big devil holmes

Chapter 52 Expansion!expansion!
Sherlock stood quietly behind the window, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.

Two void cracks?

This is impossible, because everyone knows that each contractor can only have one demon.

Even Lord Dante, the contractor who has reached the fourth stage, the existence at the peak of individual strength in the empire and even in the entire history, he can still only summon one demon.

No one can open two void cracks! !
Just like there can't be two suns in the sky.
However, with the appearance of the second void crack, another corpse dog walked out of it.

As a result, Sherlock could only remain silent, watching the two small demons standing neatly in the shadows like military training from a street away.

One is a carrion dog, and the other is also a carrion dog.

In fact, at this moment, Sherlock still had a little doubt. After all, this matter is contrary to common sense, so in order to make sure that these two dogs are his own contract demons, he also deliberately let one of the dogs He raised his hind legs and pissed on the other one.

The carrion dog does not seem to have a bladder, or the bladder is rotten, or this hell creature does not need to urinate at all. But its hind legs do make a lifting motion to pee
"Well -- it seems that they are really all mine." He muttered, falling into some kind of deep thought.

It has to be said that, as a detective, Sherlock can always pick out the most convincing answer among all kinds of weird information, so it took less than half a second for him to give the answer before him. This phenomenon has found a very convincing reason.

That is. Theoretically speaking, these two dogs are not their own contract demons.

His own demon is still the same tentacle, but the tentacle can occupy the body of other demons, and forcibly endow the occupied demon with the element of 'controllable'.

So what the hell is that tentacles?
At this point in his thoughts, he almost instantly thought of the sun hanging in the sky with terrifying tentacles all over his body.

For the time being, he couldn't imagine what kind of existence the sun was.
Is it a celestial body?

Or some kind of life?

It seems to be the latter, after all it has 'eyes', so what is it doing hanging in the sky?What are you looking at?Does it have wisdom?Can we communicate?
Countless puzzles began to stir uncontrollably in Sherlock's mind again. This desire to explore unknown things made him smile uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, it's really interesting."

A person, standing alone in the room, suddenly let out such unreasonable laughter, which seemed quite neurotic; fortunately, the landlord, Mrs. Hudson, was not there, otherwise Sherlock might be kicked out.

"Take your time; puzzles are like women's clothes, you have to peel them off one by one to have fun." He waved his hand a few times in front of him, as if he was playing the violin, but Putting your hands down the thought that your violin has long been ruined by some hapless mugger.

Then, force yourself to focus first on the two demons in front of you.

After a few simple experiments, Sherlock clearly detected that these two demons must only be able to move within the domain.

Because once they come to the edge of the field, they will automatically start to wander, and they will never take a step, and the instructions that can cause them to "step out of the field" all tend to be invalid.

Even, he wanted to use some opportunistic methods, such as the operation of 'making one dog knock another dog out', but it didn't work.

But the good news is that in his own field, Bulun can bring the contract demon's sense of control to the highest level in any corner, without being affected by distance at all.

I have tried it before, and I can clearly give instructions to the demons in the domain from a few kilometers away, and the special perception in the domain, after Sherlock's powerful calculation and thinking construction transformation, can even Completely replaces the 'visual' element.

"In this way, if you want your demons to have more room to move, the first task is to expand. Well, the next goal is to occupy the entire Baker Street first."

In this way, Sherlock fiddled with the two dogs for a while, and then ordered them to return to the crack in the void. At the same time, he himself sat on the sofa in the room and slowly closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, when he opened his eyes again, the scorching sand from hell and the smell of blood permeated the surroundings.

When he left last time, in order to prevent the dog and the tentacles from being locked in the room, Sherlock deliberately did not lock the door.

It is precisely because the door is open that the wind of hell can easily blow in. After a whole night, the furniture and floor in the room have been stained with a certain rusty and dilapidated feeling.

Although it looks old visually, this feeling makes Sherlock very comfortable, and there is a feeling that his own domain is melting into the whole hell.

But at this moment, he didn't have the time to savor this feeling carefully.

Because he has been attracted by the mass of things in front of him.

It was a group of polymers composed of countless tentacles, and it was entrenched on the floor in front of me!
Sherlock didn't know how to describe that thing, but he knew that it should be the corpse of a carrion dog not long ago.

When I left the dreamland last time, I had a total of three carrion dogs restrained in my domain, one of which was penetrated into the brain by tentacles and assimilated into a demon that could be summoned. Judging from the experiment in the real world just now, The other one should have been assimilated in the same way.

As for the last one, which is the one in front of you now, obviously the tentacles didn't assimilate it.

Instead, it was extremely cruel, drilled into its body, and then carried out some kind of hatching.

Now, the corpse has become a lair of countless tentacles. Those dark wriggling tentacles wrap around it, coming in and out from the mouth, eyes, and blood-stained holes drilled in the corpse.

These tentacles are independent of each other, but they seem to be able to fuse together like sticky mud. They crawled out of the corpse, crawled across the occupied territory, and came to the long street of hell.

Seeing these terrifying things coiled around, Sherlock didn't even feel any fear. He just got up curiously, walked out of the room, walked up the steps, and then stood in the wind of hell, his long clothes flapping as he was blown. .

He looked around Long Street.

A more shocking picture than hell itself unfolded before his eyes
(End of this chapter)