big devil holmes

Chapter 74 Book———

Sherlock just asked Andrew to surrender himself. Who knows why this young man insisted on reporting his name.

But whatever, he didn't care that much.

At this moment, he should only be interested in his contracted creatures. Oh, no, he is interested in the hell demons occupied by these tentacles. Otherwise, he would not hold the head of a carrion dog and observe it repeatedly. Looking at the reddish gleam in the depths of its pupils.

Obviously, the red color appeared after the tentacles absorbed the gouging-eye demon, and Sherlock also sensed it. Now these carrion dogs have an attribute that they didn't have before.

——Spread fear.

Not only these dogs, but even the tentacles crawling all over the ground have the ability to infect fear. When they drowned the group of carapace demons blocking the way just now, several of them even panicked and wanted to get up and run away .

"It seems that these little guys can steal the demon's ability in some way." He muttered.

"No, the gouging-eyed demon's ability is to use fear to restrict the target's activities, and the ability it has after stealing it is to directly spread fear. Although the attributes are somewhat related, there is a big difference.

So, this is not simply 'stealing', but absorbing it and transforming it into something more suitable for you, just like eating, eating muscle fibers and transforming them into proteins and amino acids.

Fully automatic, don't worry about it at all. "

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction.
However, at this moment, he suddenly frowned, and then turned his head to look in one direction.
In fact, there is nothing there, but there are some dilapidated buildings, weathered ruins, and tentacles crawling out of the rubble from time to time,
Of course Sherlock is not looking at these things, in fact, in his own field, 'seeing' is just a subconscious action that he has been used to for decades.

What he mainly relies on now is perception.
He could clearly feel that not long ago, his domain expanded to a building five kilometers away, and then countless tentacles surrounded that building, preparing to occupy it bit by bit.

And in this process or at that moment just now, they seem to have discovered something.
The tentacles couldn't express the exact meaning, but the group of little guys seemed to be surrounding something at the moment, constantly entrenched, waiting for Sherlock's arrival.

This kind of situation has never happened before, so he is also very curious, so
With a sound of "啪~", he snapped his fingers. Immediately afterwards, the horse whose whole body seemed to be burned to ashes pulled the carriage and came to him.

Sherlock got up and got into the car.
There is no coachman, so there is no need to say the destination, the horse can clearly know what its owner means, so it just sprays some dust from its nose, and then gallops away along the long street with all its strength
I have to say that the traffic in hell is much better than the real world.

Especially in the areas that have been cleaned up, there will be almost no traffic jams, and there will be no such annoying situation as 'the Holy See personnel pass by, and the vehicles on the whole street must wait until they leave'!

In addition, the ashes horse ran happily, and its speed was a few minutes faster than that of a steam train. The distance of several kilometers was reached in a short while.

Sherlock got out of the car, then looked up at the building in front of him.
One is similar to a church, but it is more square than the church. It does not have too many gorgeous carvings and decorations, nor does it have those gorgeous and colorful glass decorations, and it does not even have the bell tower and the standard sunflower mark of the Holy See.

Yes, it’s just the oldest architectural style, the simplest blue brick wall, and outside the huge five-meter-high door are two rows of unbelievably thick stone pillars, connected by nearly a hundred steps high. Under the wind and sand, all of this has become dilapidated, but it still exudes an inexplicable solemnity and solemnity.

Of course Sherlock knew about the building.

In the real world, almost all Londoners, and even all the people in the empire know this place, and even the inauguration ceremonies of the mayors of London in recent times have all been held here.

British Library.
This is a building that existed long before the gates of hell were opened. It is older than 90% of the buildings in London. It has a collection of more than 4000 million books. Even the origin of the characters in some books cannot be traced. It carries the opening of the holy calendar. The previous civilization, at the same time, also inherited the name before the opening of the Holy Calendar. Even if the ancient country represented by its prefix no longer exists, no one dares to change it.

According to legend, during the second demon invasion, the level of defense deployment here was higher than that of the strategic headquarters in London. During countless battles with demons, countless people died around this building. The demons The long street was almost filled with corpses and bullets, and blood splashed to the top of the tall stairs. Even those library staff and some bigwigs in the academic world took up guns and knives and participated in the fight against the devil among.

And even under such a tragic battle situation, these dead people still did not let a single book in the management be damaged. In the words of some survivors at that time. Everyone has something to defend. The hard work of the soldiers Killing is to protect the safety of the citizens of the empire, while scholars are fighting to ensure the inheritance of history and knowledge.Weak fellows who can lose a fight with a child will throw away all sense and grace when necessary.

So... what was found in this library?

With doubts in his heart, Sherlock walked up the steps, and walked all the way into the corrupt but still magnificent hall, walked through the towering bookshelves that were eroded by wind and sand and almost collapsed, the long and narrow corridors, and the long tables full of bright red dust. , He came to a very inconspicuous small room.

Compared with all the scenes that have just passed, this small room is almost like a utility room with piles of brooms.

At this time, dense tentacles were entangled in the room, and these little guys slowly squirmed around a wooden bookshelf leaning against the wall, but kept a certain distance from it, as if they didn't dare to approach it.

Sherlock approached the bookshelf, and those tentacles moved away to the sides obediently.

The bookshelf was very short, not even as tall as him, and there were only a few books sparsely placed on it.

I don't know why, when Sherlock's eyes just touched the bookshelf, he was attracted by the name of a book.

——— "Divine Comedy".

(End of this chapter)