Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 223 The Eve of Miracle

Hopkins didn't care about the delay of more than one second. After so many days, he already knew exactly how to get along with Sherlock.

Anyway, don't worry about the shocking things that guy throws out, and just focus on the matter at hand.

【As long as I don’t have a long-term intention, no one can shake my heart! 】

He didn't know if there was such an old saying in the empire, but anyway, he just did it. In other words, the momentary exchange of blows and blocks made him reflexively enter into a normal battle mindset. middle.

For a moment, he subconsciously forgot that Sherlock was a novice who had just entered into a contract with a big demon. He followed the inertia of his thinking and directly used all his strength, because his fighting method was to use all his strength and only see the space in the field. The demon named [Black Edge] retreated at the first touch, swept over a distance of more than 40 meters, leaned down and remained motionless, going from extremely fast to extremely quiet, with almost no buffer during the process, with its waist curled up and its limbs thin. But the limbs as hard as steel bars were firmly pressed against the ground, looking like a black reef in the sea, which had remained unchanged despite countless years of erosion.

But of course it couldn't stay still. Sherlock looked at the huge curled up body from a distance and could clearly feel the terrifying explosive power contained within it.

Hopkins said that his demon is only suitable for instantaneous rushes and explosive kills. Come to think of it, this is the move he is most proud of.

It is certainly unfair and unreasonable for a talented third-level contractor who has been immersed in the contract for many years to use all his strength against a novice who has established a contractual relationship.

But Hopkins didn't seem to realize this problem at this moment. He controlled his demon completely in one go, without any hesitation in the middle, because for a demon like him with extremely poor endurance, hesitation is equivalent to Digging his own grave, he only had the advantage of speed, so fast that everything was just a subconscious reaction, and when he remembered again that the detective in front of him was just a newcomer, it was already too late.

Because the reef has moved like a conditioned reflex!

As soon as it moved, it was no longer a rock, but a violent meteor streaking through the atmosphere. The streamlined body seemed to be born to break through the resistance of the air. The moment it was curled up was to tighten the muscles of the whole body. At this moment, it exploded instantly. Open, those explosive feet almost brought out a burnt smell.

Faster than the blink of an eye, faster than the sound, before the ear could hear the explosion, the stream of light had already bloomed, and the bright sharp blade was within a space of tens of meters, and even the surrounding air was There was no reaction, and it stabbed the opponent's chest silently and without any wind or wave.

"broken!"

Hopkins suddenly broke out in a cold sweat because of his demon. In countless explosive killing practices, he had become accustomed to using the blade directly! And during this sudden advance, he had no way to control this fatal blow, no time to regret, no time for the cold sweat to pour out of the pores all over his body!

And at this moment, Sherlock's eyes did not blink, and even opened a little wider for some unknown reason, as if he wanted his dark pupils to swallow more light, and see more clearly under the refraction. things, more details.

Although the blade is fast, it is not faster than light. Thousands of rays of light and color enter the eyes, but it is not faster than thought.

As a result, Sherlock's thoughts began to swirl and thoughts began to surge. The silent blade approached Crimson's chest. In the sharp light, Crimson's huge body began to fall backwards, and his toes jumped off the ground. At the same time, , tons of weight under the action of gravity, without any help, the huge body was turned in the air by twisting the muscles of the waist, a big hand slowly reached out as time slowed down, and touched lightly Knocked over the side of the opponent's blade!

But under the normal flow of time, the crimson slender body suddenly leaned back, and then suddenly paused, the whole body hung upside down, and quickly drew an incredible arc in mid-air.

The blade passed against the exoskeleton of the opponent's fingertips, and the terrifying speed caused huge sparks. At this point, the whistling sound that broke through the air reached the ears, accompanied by the explosion of the huge red and white body. Mingzhong fell to the ground, but he firmly pressed his other arm on the ground to support his unbalanced body, and jumped a long distance again before finally falling to the ground and falling far away with a bang. .

Hopkins' contracted demon also felt uncomfortable. The fatal blow obtained by sprinting with all his strength failed. The impact force that had not been released in time could not be released at all. He rushed out directly along with the force, and fell miserably on the ground. It then rolled to the end of the field, until it hit the wall at the edge, and then finally stopped.

Hopkins silently looked at the dust rising in the field, the two huge figures looming in the dust, the sound that was still ringing in his ears, and his rapidly beating heart could not calm down for a long time, and he did not even notice it. , the cold sweat that just broke out has already soaked through the clothes.

He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he was really stabbed just now.

It is even more difficult to imagine how the other party managed to escape.

I just felt that at that moment, the crimson in Sherlock's control made an almost impossible avoidance and extension in the small space, and turned into a red maple leaf in mid-air, blown by the wind, light and soft. There doesn't seem to be a trace of dust on it.

However, how could it be a maple leaf? It was an extremely huge and heavy third-level demon. A behemoth of bones and flesh condensed together, weighing more than ten tons. It could rise up with every movement and silence. Flying sand and rocks can cause dust vibrations when they fall on the ground.

But no matter what, it just floated out like that. Even if it stumbled and fell to the ground, it still didn't make people feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, it looked so agile and powerful.

Wait and fall to the ground?

Hopkins seemed to have noticed something just now. He only paid attention to Sherlock's demon, but he forgot that his own demon also fell to the ground.

He turned his head and looked towards the other side of the field. Among the sand and dust that had not dispersed, he saw his [Black Blade] spread out against the wall, with its big head facing down, several limbs pinned together, and a streamlined figure behind him. The wings flap from time to time.

Just now, at what speed did this guy hit him?

Hopkins didn't know, but at this moment, he said "Wow~", leaned over and retched.

"Are you OK."

Sherlock actually felt dizzy, because the fit between him and Crimson was really bad, and at that moment, he had to use visual capture and more than one second of prediction, and Perform extremely precise avoidance and quickly release the power, otherwise, like another demon, you will definitely hit your head directly against the wall.

"Wow----"

Hopkins retched again, then waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm just a little nauseous. Anyway, I just need to find a place to rest for a while."

"What about today's training?"

"Ugh~" Hopkins no longer pretended to be a senior anymore, and the speed of his hand movement was so fast that it almost left an afterimage: "Don't worry, just continue tomorrow. I'll go to the lounge to rest for a while. "

As he said that, he fought against the dizziness in his mind and let his contracted creature stagger back into the huge glass vessel. Then he walked out of the venue while retching without Sherlock's support.

When I was going up the stairs, I missed my footing and almost fell to the ground.

At this point, Sherlock was the only one left in the entire space.

He controlled the crimson in the distance to stand up little by little. Because of the moment of relief, he was not too embarrassed, but at the same time, Sherlock also discovered the shortcomings of the connection between himself and the crimson.

That's it. Stiff.

Extremely stiff!

Although he just dodged Hopkins' full blow in an incredible way, which was enough to make anyone's jaw drop, Sherlock still felt extremely stiff, as if he was controlling a person. Like patients with sequelae of cerebral infarction, many detailed movements cannot be completed. Otherwise, when he fell out, he could have used the inertia of his arms and body to find a perfect balance point on the ground, and then used a backflip to do so. Take off the impact, rather than just rolling that far on the ground.

Uncomfortable. Unsmooth.

There were many huge ventilation ducts around the venue, so the dust in the venue was quickly blown away. The huge body was slightly hugged. Standing on the edge of the venue, Sherlock looked at the big guy intently, and then followed him With his thoughts, he jumped up and down a few times, and then tried to use his limbs to counteract the impact, so that his huge body could find a momentary feedback feeling that did not require deceleration during the horizontal movement.

but no success

Of course, it is impossible to succeed. No contractor would dream of letting his demon do this kind of behavior. Even a demon like Hopkins with astonishing speed can develop muscles based on countless exercises. It cannot use memory to complete a straight sprint. It cannot turn in the process, nor can it make any evasive movements. It cannot change its moves at that moment, jump, or use the flapping of its wings to change its speed and attack. Angle.

It is impossible for the human brain to complete these subtle controls in a short period of time. Even if someone is lucky enough to do these things, they can only faint directly due to exhaustion of mental power.

But Sherlock didn't know this. He just felt a little stiff, so he started to try and practice constantly. Because of the training just now, he had already taken off the brain wave helmet. In fact, if he hadn't taken it off, then the brain wave he was showing at the moment would be different. The domain change should make old Professor George fall to the ground holding those data once again.

Finally, at dawn, Sherlock once again entered the established work with a dissatisfied mind. In the next many days, he kept working, practicing, working, practicing with this emotion in mind. , back and forth, sometimes even without asking Hopkins for sparring, and just kept trying on my own, until the fit that should have taken several months, or even more than a year, was gradually perfected. The speed has reached its limit in a few days.

But Sherlock was still not satisfied. He felt that he should be able to do better.

And on a clear night, it was difficult to see a clear moon in the London sky. The bright light shone in from the windows above the factory, just enough to bathe the huge crimson in it.

In the training room, Sherlock did not turn on the light, but just sat quietly, reflecting on the connection and feedback between himself and this demon over the past few days.

Then I thought about the data I gave while sitting on the soul visualization device during the day.

These days, old Professor George is in a very happy mood. Today he gave everyone another holiday because he found that these data are perfect enough, and it may only take another week to show something convincing to everyone. Experimental results.

In fact, he didn't even pay attention to the [Crimson] during this period of time, because the data of this third-level demon was no longer important, or in other words, Sherlock had already exceeded the limit by too much. If it was needed in the end, then As long as he does a few simple gymnastics moves in front of the military or investors, it is enough.

Anyway, the Darwin Recovery Plan has officially entered the final stage!

A miracle was about to appear, and he really couldn't wait to know what the expressions of the entire empire would be like on that day.

As an indispensable part of this miracle, it can even be said to be the most important part, Sherlock did not feel too much joy. He just sat quietly in the empty training ground and took the last puff of his cigarette. , throw it to the ground and crush it

He stood up, and then walked towards the huge figure hidden in the darkness in the distance. Some tentacles spread out from the darkness, and slowly squirmed towards the black shadow, until they clung to its body and followed it. The slender but powerful torso spreads upward, and then unfolds like dense branches and leaves. Along the spine as the main body, delicate and extremely dense nerve veins extend.

Little by little.

It penetrated into the crimson body, penetrated into the brain, penetrated into the spine, and spread like ink into water among the muscle textures.

Sherlock closed his eyes. No one knew how he felt now, but under the moonlight, the red torso, white bones, black tentacles, and silver light formed a beautiful scene in an empty desert-like scene. It creates a picture of great tranquility and beauty.

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