Sherlock Holmes

As a fanatical admirer of Lord Dante, Baskerville is also one of the most powerful contractors in the world. He has spent almost his whole life chasing the imperial god, and is even willing to eat for him. The devil's flesh and blood is willing to regard the old man's words in the interview as the creed of his hard training.

However, such a powerful person was born on the shores of Redeker Strait. Almost everything in life is accompanied by death and blood. This makes this unique genius naturally lack the concepts of humanity and compassion, and even the most basic courtesy. Smiles and demeanor all need to be faked through learning.

And if you provoke such a guy, you should die without a burial place.

But Hopkins didn't know that not long ago, on a street in the School of Life Sciences, two ordinary-looking men met. They were confused for a moment because of a cigarette. .

Just for a moment, several pieces of broken cement appeared on the road, several street lamps around him exploded, and the glass of nearby shops shattered all over the floor.

If he knew that the detective in front of him once made Baskerville cough several times in the winter night, it is hard to imagine what kind of expression he would have, and whether he would feel what he just said. The words are all embarrassing speeches that make people clench their toes.

Well, Hopkins' words are not all bragging. At least he is really a genius who became a third-level contractor at a young age.

In front of him is a huge creature whose whole body is covered by a hard black shell. It has a sharp streamlined head and nearly three-meter-long shuttle-shaped wings on its back. Its limbs appear to be slender, but their hardness has reached an incredible level. , the remaining two forward-stretching legs evolved into two extremely sharp sickles, glowing with a soul-stirring cold light under the explosive light.

This is Hopkins' contracted creature. From the appearance point of view, it seems to be close to a praying mantis, but it has been enlarged countless times, and the shell has a metallic texture.

At this time, it had just come out of the demon sedative, and the blue liquid on its body was dripping down, exuding a certain arrogant and arrogant attitude.

"As I said just now, fighting is the fastest way to promote the compatibility between the third-order demon and humans. Professor Darwin obviously knew this back then, so he used fighting to conduct experiments that lasted for more than two years. Test." Hopkins stood next to Sherlock, raising his head slightly, looking at his contracted demon, with a rare look of pride on his face:

"And I am the experimental tester specially prepared by the Holy See for you. After you establish a link with the [Crimson], I will act as your training opponent.

But don’t worry, I know you are only in the second stage. You have signed a contract with a cross-class demon through the soul visualization device. The compatibility must be very poor, so I won’t be heavy-handed, and you don’t have to worry about being beaten to death by me. The backlash effect will affect your work. "

Hopkins said seriously to dispel Sherlock's anxiety.

Immediately afterwards, the huge demon in front of it seemed to have finally recovered slightly from the effect of the demon sedative. It spread the wings on its back, and the two bright long knives in front of it shook up and down, and at a very slow speed, it issued a There was a soft sound of sharp blades cutting through the air.

Probably because he wanted Sherlock to see with his own eyes how terrifyingly lethal the third-level demon could be, Hopkins raised his hand and waved lightly, only to hear a whoosh.

Such a huge dark body unexpectedly swept across a distance of tens of meters in an instant. The wings behind it made a low buzz in a very small range. It moved and fell silent in this wide space, and made several fast movements at high speed. The culling and evasive movements that were almost out of sight, although the medicine was still in the state of not completely ineffective, still seemed to be smooth and smooth. Every movement was straight forward. It seemed so simple, fast, accurate and effective, without any of them. The slightest bit of redundancy, the cooperation of the four solid and slender legs and wings, prevented the slightest bit of deceleration during various rapid movements. Such a big guy actually showed some kind of force. Ghostly beauty.

Only an extremely powerful contractor can make his demon show such precise combat behavior. Compared with the demon that Sherlock saw acting according to its own instincts during the airship crash incident, it is estimated that Hopkin In front of Si, in just a few rounds, the most important muscle groups would be severed, leaving him lying on the ground, letting out a weak and pitiful scream.

In such a display of combat prowess that lasted less than a minute, Sherlock had to admit that Hopkins was indeed a top genius that the Inquisition had finally caught in the past decades.

With waves of light and rhythmic leaps, the dark mutant mantis returned to Hopkins, and then walked back step by step into the demon sedative. The thick glass of the petri dish slowly rose, and it It was isolated from the outside space, and then the blue liquid was poured inside again, soaking this huge demon in it.

Hopkins rubbed his eyebrows. It seemed that controlling such a demon would be a great drain on his brain.

"My demon is good at moving quickly and has very strong lethality. When it explodes, it can show three or even four times the instant lethality. If it encounters an ordinary wild demon, the battle can be resolved within 20 seconds. , so I said that although I have never been on the battlefield, compared with those soldiers who fight life and death every day, I am not too bad, and I am even a little better than the average Crusader masters.

But as you can see, because this guy's lethality must be reflected by speed, I can't control it for too long, and my concentration can't keep up. 5 minutes is already the limit for me.

So people like me are actually not suitable for going to the battlefield. "

Perhaps because he felt that the strength he had just shown was too shocking, Hopkins directly stated his weaknesses to prevent Sherlock from admiring him too much.

A few minutes later, the two people walked out of this wide space, went up several floors, and arrived at the rooftop of the factory. It was now noon, and the sun was rendered red by the clouds, scattering the light in the surrounding fog. Above the numerous steel pipes, it was like a huge burning flame.

Sherlock took out his cigarettes out of habit and handed one to Hopkins. Just like that, the two of them started puffing away. One of them was giving his brain that had just been working so hard to take a break, while the other was reminiscing. The scenes I just saw were extremely dangerous.

As Hopkins said, his contracted demon is really powerful. Although it lacks endurance, in the face of such instantaneous lethality that is almost out of sight, as long as it is not one against many, the battle situation will not last long at all.

So, if it is the big demon named 'Crimson', how can it defeat the opponent in the face of such a powerful instant burst of power?

Um. It sounds ridiculous, but Sherlock is really thinking about this problem.

He, a second-level contractor, was actually thinking about how to use a wild demon that had not yet formed a contract with him to defeat the most talented figure in the Tribunal in decades.

Whether he was overly proud or cranky, anyway, in this smoky suburb of London, he was hiding alone in the smoke, thinking quietly.

"During this period, you should have tried the brain waves of dozens of small demons." The smell of cigarettes was too strong, and Hopkins smoked slowly, so he slowly said: "I don't want to speculate on yours anymore. What is the upper limit of your mental power? Anyway, I think you may be able to defeat that third-level demon within a month. So in the remaining half a month or so, I will work hard to train you as soon as possible. Freely control the extent of its actions, and then teach you a few sets of fancy moves.

Believe me, those politicians or investors actually don’t understand fighting at all. When they see a big guy doing gymnastics in front of them, they feel very powerful. As for those in the military, the Holy See will definitely send some signals to them. Anyone who has spent time in Redker Strait will definitely maintain the highest enthusiasm for our research results.

In short, we will definitely succeed in two months. "

The detective in front of him really shocked Hopkins too much. Although everything has not settled yet, he already felt that victory was just around the corner.

"By the way, speaking of the military, if you face that demon called [The Hound of the Baskervilles], what are your chances of winning?" Sherlock threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out, then asked casually.

"Ah?" Hopkins was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Hahaha, what are you talking about, The Hound of the Baskervilles?"

He didn't seem to know how to answer this question. After thinking about the words, he said leisurely:

"It's not a matter of odds of winning, it's simply no comparison. Let's put it this way, my demon exploded with all its strength in front of it.

It should last about a minute

Then, he would end up being torn in half alive. "