big devil holmes

Chapter 544: Another Ending and a New Story

Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

A person is willing to become the ultimate villain, take all the grudges on himself, and then die at an appropriate time, having accomplished his mission.

It seems quite simple to say, except that this person must have the ability to transfer all hatred to himself, make people in both worlds tired of fighting each other, push everyone's yearning for peace to the extreme, and then must have absolute control so that after his death, everything can be reshuffled, and so on.
Well, that's not as easy as it sounds.

But Moriarty did a good job, and Sherlock was also good.

At this grand parade at the beginning of the new calendar, everything came to an end. No one would point at that desolate hell and shout "Kill them all" for no reason. No one would hold the financial power of the entire empire tightly and force people's lives to be on the edge of subsistence.

When the warriors of Hell no longer heard the horn of charge, the exhausted survivor alliance guards finally got a rest, squatting on the ruins of the battlefield, looking up at the sky helplessly. When the elevator that went directly to the gate of Hell over the Elbes Mountains stopped transporting weapons of war, the war that had tormented humanity for several years finally had a chance to stop.

People blindly accepted the sudden appearance of the man who ended Moriarty's life in a sudden way. Of course, people did not know that before Moriarty knew that his death was approaching, he had entrusted many matters to some professional enough friends.

For example, his maid Moran is about to inherit his unfinished business, waiting to step into hell and sit down face to face with people in another world for a meeting that will determine the fate of mankind. For example, Catherine is about to work with the entire Academy of Life Sciences, waiting to accept human technology that is 800 years ahead of her, and strive to absorb and digest it, and release it into people's lives at a suitable rate.

For example, Ms. Irene will be in charge of the empire's few remaining economies, and will restore the vitality of this devastated country in a few years. As for the "time and space refugees" from another world, the empire actually has an extremely strong bargaining chip in its hands that can allow them to stay quietly in the areas allocated to them. The hatred that has been promoted for hundreds of years will surely fade away with the replacement of future generations.

That is, we have someone here who can cure radiation sickness.

No surgery, no medication, just painless medical treatment, get rid of the root of the problem directly.

For the natives of hell who have lost their ability to reproduce, they will most likely worship Nightingale as a god.

As for another ending to this story.

It should be more cheerful and free and easy, and more in line with the word "big devil".
In fact, what Sherlock originally hoped for was to be implemented according to such a plan.

Moriarty's position was originally designed for him.

Just imagine, when Sherlock commissioned the people of hell to collect tens of millions of mutant creatures for him, did he really just want to use the huge number to support a new gate to hell?

Why did those demons not take any further action after falling into the human world?

Imagine again, when a person can control tens of millions of demons, and these demons can be used as nutrients to breed "small tentacles", and the small tentacles can drill into more demon bodies to continue to control more demons.

This is a geometric expansion series with almost no upper limit. With a basic number in the tens of millions, in a few years, Sherlock will become a terrifying existence that controls hundreds of millions of demons.

And when these demons have a clear goal, can deploy their troops, and know how to attack and defend, then on the battlefield, how can human weapons possibly be their opponent.

That’s not all. Don’t forget, there is no such thing as holy light now. That is to say, these demons can tear open a crack in the void at any location and then rush out in a crowd. They can also tear open a tiny crack like a fingernail, stick out a long spike, and kill anyone silently.

In this situation, no one's life even belongs to him.

Sherlock really became the most terrifying devil just as expected at the beginning.

He occupies himself alone in his own demonic lair. Neither the Empire nor Hell are his match. These two forces, who are fighting each other to the death, are forced to unite in order to see a glimmer of hope.

The easiest way to resolve a conflict is to create a more terrifying conflict.

This method sounds a bit like "just chop off your head and you won't have a headache anymore", but in some cases, it is the most effective method.

When the people of the two worlds form an alliance to fight against Sherlock, the great demon of world destruction, the two groups of humans will inevitably experience a cruel adjustment and eventually accept each other. As for the end, perhaps some super weapons that have long been sealed by the human government will be mentioned again.

For example, there was something called a "nuclear bomb" that was only known to people before the solar explosion.

According to legend, the existence of that thing can destroy all of humanity.

Using weapons of this magnitude to fight the big devil should be the last resort.

On that day, perhaps somewhere on this planet, a strong light will suddenly burst out, and then a mushroom cloud will rise, and a hurricane will pass by, turning all the demons around into debris. The world will be like a speaker being unplugged, and the big demon that almost rules the world will also be reduced to ashes under this strong light.

So far, it’s another happy ending.

Of course, if a story has a predetermined ending, then it is not far from the end. But as the big star-like eyes said before, this world is actually just a very small one among thousands of worlds. Under the dark background, each small light spot is a microcosm of a world, and the light spot Sherlock saw at that time was almost as bright as a star.

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he had arrived at a place that looked like a platform.

Looking to the other side of the platform, the star-like miniature of the world could still bring him the initial shock. On the other side of the platform, several doors of different sizes, each with its own characteristics, were embedded in the white wall.

Sherlock knew that this place was like a transit station between thousands of worlds, and behind every door was a new world.

For example, the door not far from him was a very ordinary iron apartment building door with the words 221B written on it.

Just push open this door and you can walk into the familiar Baker Street.

As for the other doors, they all belonged to people who arrived here before him.

The man with big eyes said before that those who can come here are the most amazing and talented ones in their respective worlds.

Sherlock is a person who is extremely conceited and at the same time has a strong curiosity about all kinds of things. Naturally, he wants to see what other worlds are like. By the way, he also wants to understand what kind of people are those who are qualified to be called geniuses like himself.

So he walked towards an ancient wooden door, the kind of door that was unique to Eastern countries thousands of years ago and could only be seen in historical documents and photos.

As for why I chose this door, it’s simply because this door is closer to my own door [221B].

"Squeak~~~"

The door hinges slowly turned.

As the crack in the door opened a little bit, a cold breath from another world drifted out.

Sherlock walked in and looked around curiously.

At this moment, I seem to be in a misty mountain, surrounded by green grass and bamboo, and occasionally I can hear birds singing in the distance.

But the fog was extremely thick, like layers of curtains, making it impossible to see beyond 10 meters.

Follow the stone steps all the way into the fog.
After passing through several narrow paths, the fog suddenly dissipated.

Sherlock stared blankly at the scene on the other side of the thick fog
This is a small bamboo house built in the mountains, quiet and remote, like someone's retreat, but what grows on the ground is not grass, but lush fingers, poking out of the ground one by one, like densely packed and magnified fungal spores, wriggling constantly. A cobblestone road extends crookedly to the bamboo house not far away, but some of the pebbles will suddenly open, with eyeballs spinning wildly, and then gradually close.

A woman in white was standing in the terrible 'grass', carefully selecting the ripe fingers, then holding a sickle, cutting off one with a little force and placing it in a basket beside her.

Probably because she heard footsteps, the lady looked up.

It was a very typical oriental face, and the white veil she was wearing was of the most typical old oriental style. Her face was extremely beautiful, with the gentleness peculiar to a married woman, her otherworldly beauty and the daily necessities of life as a wife were blended together without any conflict.

"Oh, a new face."

The woman smiled slightly, showing her dignity.

Then he turned around and said to another younger woman in a green tight dress in front of the bamboo house, "Sister, go and call your husband and tell him that a guest has arrived."

The woman in the green dress glanced over from a distance, gently patted the baby who was sucking his fingers in her arms, turned her head unhappily, and shouted towards the bamboo house.

"Mr. Xu, someone is coming."

"Who is it?" A man's voice came from the bamboo house. He sounded very kind, like a scholar.

The woman in green lowered her head and continued to tease the baby in her arms. It seemed that her cold face only showed a hint of smile when facing the child.

"Who knows, maybe he's just here to listen to the story."

(End of this chapter)