big devil holmes

Chapter 520 Hope!

What is the scene on the other side of the Dark Portal?
In the past few months, thousands of troops have been deployed around the mountain col, which is all the military power in the world.

For the only glimmer of hope in front of them, the World Government has given up on resisting the demons in the wilderness and concentrated all its forces in this place. Like a wild dog that is about to starve to death, it makes a crazy desperate move and abandons everything. The only way out is to either succeed or die.

What they witnessed was a spectacle that was indescribable in words.

If the man in the mountain col used the tentacles that filled the sky to penetrate into the bodies of tens of millions of mutant creatures, which was already an incredible scene, then at this moment, what people saw was a terrifying sight that completely subverted their understanding. picture.

Mutated creatures will be connected to the coordinates of life centuries ago due to the confusion of time and space, and then use the time rift to go back to 800 years ago. But who would have thought that tens of millions of mutated creatures would travel through the time rift at once, which would be such a scene. , the mountains have been shrouded in darkness, no wind, no light, no temperature, only the dense roar that is close in front of you, but coming from a very far distance.

What’s even more incredible is that when the pitch-black crack reaches a certain level, the two time-spaces intersect under a certain concept!

In the darkness, some snowflakes slowly fell.
People stretched out their hands and stared blankly at the fine snow falling from the sky, falling on their palms, and then slowly melting into the palm lines.

These snowflakes came from the top of Mount Elbes 800 years ago, traveled through the time and space of several worlds, and came to this tragic future.

People in this world have never seen snow. The high temperature of the sun is scorching the planet. Even the oceans on the surface are almost dry. Human beings can only survive on the underground water sources thousands of meters below. There is no rain, no The only snow is the high temperature that remains above 40 degrees all year round and the weathered dry sand and dust.

Snow. That is a description that can only be found in historical documents.

The pupils of the people in this world are trembling, feeling the coolness of the white crystal melting on their bodies. Their mouths are open and their limbs are trembling. They don't know whether it is fear, excitement, shock, or an emotion that is more difficult to understand. Some people raised their heads, held up their hands, trying to catch the snowflakes, and when it melted, they began to burst into tears for no reason. At the same time, they nervously licked the newly melted snow water, as if they were afraid that they would disappear, so they followed With the most primitive and stupid way of thinking in life, I feel that what I eat is my own.

It's a little silly, a little funny, just a bunch of snowflakes.

But they are the first people in this world who have come into contact with hope in centuries. It turns out that hope is white and ice cold.

Gradually, the snowflakes became more and more dense and grand. The thousands of years of snow above the clouds swept down one after another. The coldness on the thousands of meters high peak actually appeared in the hot mountains centuries later. .

Appearing together, there turned out to be a temple, messy cold mountain rocks, countless demon corpses buried in the darkness on the top of a snow-capped mountain, splashes of flesh and blood, roars, red and white intertwined, splashes of liquid It was frozen again before melting, showing blooming red ice, all of which merged together strangely in front of a huge space-time crack that stretched thousands of miles.

And under that mountain, the machine that had been taken away for centuries and recorded everything finally returned to its original world.

But what was a little disturbing was that a rumble came from far and nearer on the other side of the darkness.

I don’t know why, but compared with the roars of thousands of demons, this roar is actually not too loud, but it is easily caught in the deafening sound, and the moment it reaches the ears, it is heard again. There was no way to ignore it. People turned their eyes, and their hearts were dragged out by the sound in the complicated emotions just now. Thousands of troops began to hold their breath and concentrate, uneasy, cautious, even without receiving orders. When the time came, they were the first to prepare for the most brutal battle.

Finally, a few seconds later, a thin figure fell from the darkness and landed among the red ice. His white hair exploded, hiding countless white snows, dancing among the bright reds, like Burning white flame.

Due to the distance, many people could not see the face of this figure clearly, but almost everyone knew who this person was.

It was the first visitor from another world 36 years ago. It was this person who kidnapped that special baby and pushed the world into an abyss of eternal destruction!

Lord Dante was not shocked by the dark and ink-like scenery around him. Perhaps in every dream he had over the years, he dreamed of the scene when he passed through the gate of hell, so this place was too familiar to him. At this time, he He was still wearing the white sweatshirt he wore in the seaside town, stepping on the demon bones under his feet, lowering his head slightly, but his thin body stood like a god in front of millions of people.

In front of the old man was the man who still looked unmotivated.

The sky is black and the feet are white. Lord Dante has white hair and is dressed in plain clothes. Sherlock is wearing a black trench coat. His messy black hair is dancing in the snow. It's like in some novels, the two people are deliberately combined. They were placed in opposite positions, and the two were easily distinguished by monotonous black and white.

Finally, the sound of a lighter broke the silence between the two. The army did not fire, and the soldiers did not charge, because the old man did not move, and Sherlock did not move either. Only the swaying sparks stirred everyone's emotions. heart.

"Close the space-time rift!" Lord Dante stared at Sherlock, without shouting or being angry, he just said to the man in front of him without any rebuttal.

"Ha, I'm quite surprised. I thought you would be so angry when you found out that I was responsible for these things, that you would slap me to death without saying a word." Sherlock responded easily.

"Close the space-time rift." Master Dante's tone slowed down a bit, and every word was extremely clear.

"Look, now that you're here, you finally don't have to hypocritically call the rift in time and space the [Gate of Hell]. Don't you feel quite relaxed?"

Sherlock still acted like he had nothing to do with anything, always deliberately taking the topic off topic.

Lord Dante lowered his gaze slightly.

"I told you before that if you betray humanity one day, I will kill you myself."

"Oh, I still have some impressions." Sherlock spread his hands: "But the people here are not considered human beings?"

This is a play on words, or some kind of cognitive bias.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter what it is specifically. At this time, it’s just a difference in personal stance. A freedom advocate who doesn’t want to be restrained, and an extremist who is willing to dedicate everything to the ethnic group. Originally, the two people have nothing. As for the topic of interaction, if these two people were ordinary people, they might never know each other in their lives.

But fate has brought them together in an unpleasant way, with two times and two worlds sandwiched between them.

If there really is a god or a creator, then when arranging this series of plots, it is definitely with the worst and most bastard thoughts and mentality.

So based on such a very simple principle, it evolved into the most direct and irreconcilable ending.
No need to talk.

(End of this chapter)