I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Olichet!"

Watson shouted excitedly.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, know the way first." Sissi said with her chin supported on the back of her right hand, "The visibility is so low now, what if we end up in a ditch?"

In fact, Lisa was not driving slowly, but the gargoyle chased her faster.

The piercing, high-pitched screams seemed to increase in number.

"Peng!"

Another gargoyle hit the glass in front.

However, the glass of the off-road vehicle is obviously bulletproof, and the whole body is armored. It is not a problem to resist an RPG, let alone the impact of these gargoyles.

As the impact failed, the gargoyle seemed to be angered. It stepped on the front of the car and roared into the sky.

The sharp and harsh sound made everyone in the car subconsciously cover their ears.

Soon, screams followed one after another.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Two more gargoyles hit the car window, and then the third and fourth came. Many gargoyles began to take turns hitting the car window, making crackling sounds one after another.

The inability to break open the glass made these monsters very angry. They roared loudly, increased the frequency of collisions, and became more and more crazy.

This kind of irrational madness also made the people in the car very uneasy.

Watson was worried about the glass shattering with every impact, but it was strong.

But just when Watson gradually relaxed.

"Peng!"

A gargoyle hit the car window on the left side of the driver's seat. Blood bloomed and smeared the entire glass. The bright red blood slid down the glass, and the gargoyle also slid down slowly.

Sherlock frowned and watched all this, and Watson was also a little absent-minded.

But soon, the extremely clear "click" sound came from their ears, and their expressions instantly froze.

Sissi glanced at the glass and sighed, "It's not very useful if it's not the original glass."

The left window had been hit by bullets before, so Sissi had it replaced with bulletproof glass.

I saw a crack slowly appearing in front of everyone on the glass. Seeing the appearance of this crack, the gargoyles became even more excited when they collided with each other. The crack became bigger and bigger with the impact.

"Peng!"

There was another loud noise, but Sherlock was keenly aware that it was not the sound caused by a collision. But gunshots.

He looked through the gaps between the gargoyles and through the thick fog filled with volcanic ash towards the end of the alley.

A group of men in police uniforms were holding rifles and shooting at the gargoyles.

The muzzle flames of the rifles were particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and several old-fashioned storm mechas were spitting out tongues of flame and shooting at the gargoyles in the air.

Sherlock saw many familiar faces among these policemen.

"It's Gregson." Watson said from one side.

"Pendragon's police station is nearby." Sherlock said, "I guess he saw us being besieged and came out directly."

Those in police uniforms were using the bunker formed by the mecha to carry out auxiliary design, clearing the blind spots that the mecha could not attack, forming a relatively perfect fire network.

And they also successfully attracted a lot of firepower to them.

However, Sherlock also clearly noticed that although firearms can cause damage to these gargoyles, the fatal damage to normal people is limited to these gargoyles.

Locke said from one side, "Devils have very strong resilience. They themselves come from the underworld, between death and life. If the bullet is not engraved with a cross, the damage will be limited."

"Where's the army?" Watson asked, "There are so many monsters here, why don't you see the shadow of the army?"

"They are heading north." Sissi looked at the cracks on the glass and said, "They are probably being held back by something. There must be something big."

Locke looked in the direction of the city center. In the dim environment, he could vaguely see the orange-red firelight reflected in the sky in that direction. He seemed to be able to hear explosions and the roar of machine guns coming from the distance. .

"Things are really getting more and more troublesome." Locke said solemnly.

"Locke!" Sherlock shouted suddenly, "Is there any way you can expel these things?"

When Locke came back to his senses, he saw that the machine gun of the mecha not far away had stopped shooting due to overheating. When it stopped, a gap suddenly appeared in the originally dense fire network.

This puts a lot of pressure on the police.

A gargoyle pounced on a policeman and bit him on the shoulder, causing blood to fly everywhere.

"Nery!" Gregson shouted. Without any hesitation, he turned the muzzle of his rifle and fired a burst of bullets at the monster.

The rifle accurately hit the monster's head, with blood mixed with brains sputtering out, and the monster fell straight to one side.

It twitched and tried hard to get up, but soon lost its voice.

Gregson shouted to the remaining officers, "Hit the head! The head is the weak point!"

"Shout!"

An angry gargoyle tackled Gregson. However, his reaction speed was also very fast. When the sharp teeth of the gargoyle bit down, he directly raised the rifle in his hand and stuffed it into the monster's mouth.

However, the material of the rifle was obviously unable to withstand the monster's powerful bite force, which was enough to crush the bones.

"Peng!"

The rifle was bitten off by the monster, and some fragments hit Gregson's face. He closed his eyes in despair.

But soon, he heard the whistling sound of something coming from his ears, something like an arrow, but with light and shadow.

A green ray of light hit the gargoyle directly, blasting it into pieces and scattering them on the ground.

Gregson struggled to get up and saw a young man wearing a black windbreaker standing on the roof of the off-road vehicle that had just been surrounded by a group of monsters.

He looked about twenty years old, with short hair and a small wooden stick in his hand.

Gregson had seen this young man following Sherlock before, and he thought it was another of Sherlock's assistants.

He couldn't help but look inside the car, and through the car window, he saw a familiar face, it was Sherlock.

Gregson seemed to want to say something, but the gargoyle flying over from the other side made him unable to react in time. But soon, the transparent light and shadow flying from the other side hit the gargoyle, directly leaving an extremely ferocious and huge wound on its body.

Only then did Gregson realize that the light he just realized was not an illusion.

He looked at the wand in Locke's hand - the light just now came from the wand.

The green light just now was Avada Kedavra. This is a spell that all exorcists know. It kills most souls with one hit, so it is very effective against demons. Just like just now, you can directly smash these gargoyles into pieces.