"Let him go, you damned monster."
Watson staggered over from another street.
His situation was not much better than Sherlock's.
The cane was broken by the enemy's brute force at the beginning of the battle.
The other party also grabbed Watson and threw him out like a sandbag.
I don't know how many bones he broke in that fall.
The only reason he was able to get up again now was because of his persistent desire to protect his friend, which prompted him to drag his injured body towards the terrible monster.
To be honest, such courage is truly admirable.
How many people in this world would rush towards a monster that might kill them for the sake of their friends
Watson did it.
Even if the other party is a terrifying demon from the legend, he would not be afraid at all.
For his best friend, Sherlock.
Watson's eyes burned with anger and his face was red.
He is not a man without courage or strategy.
After yelling, he began to chant an exorcism spell.
He had studied at a wizard academy for a period of time and mastered some self-defense magic, which allowed him to fight against these demons that became powerful by absorbing people's pain and despair.
In this world, any profession that is slightly respectable requires learning knowledge related to witchcraft.
The most basic education will involve things like demons, gods, and witchcraft.
Children all know that the sky is round and the earth is square, and that the world is held up by a giant turtle and four elephants.
Anyone who says that the earth is round and that people are standing on a sphere, such a non-common sense statement, will be laughed at.
Each world is carried on the back of a giant turtle.
Without the giant turtle, can we still expect that there is some mysterious force in the universe that drives the world to move
Isn't that ridiculous and absurd
Only a fool would think that the world is round, and that the world is not carried on the backs of giant turtles and giant elephants.
Watson's courage is admirable, and his speed is even more amazing.
Cherubel was still immersed in this brilliant conspiracy.
He seduced the poor man who had lost his lover.
Let the other side massacre the city built by the Mormon organization.
Through certain special rituals, it devoured the gods believed in by the Mormons.
Devour the opponent's essence and the souls of all believers.
It was a crazy feast that made him even more powerful and terrifying.
He will slowly build up his strength.
Waiting for the fall of that damn empire.
When that time comes, it will be his time for revenge.
The fool Guilliman would be captured by him and thrown into an eternal purgatory to suffer every torture imaginable.
That fool will fall at his Cherubel's feet, kiss his toes, and ask for forgiveness and mercy.
Sherlock's investigations and the wisdom he displayed during this period gave Cherubel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It was very similar to the scene when Vincent Horn was hunting him.
When Cherubel thought of the name Vincenhorn, he felt inexplicably angry.
As long as I meet that bastard, I will definitely be unlucky and fail in everything I do.
It was as if fate was playing a joke on him.
It's ok now.
I have escaped from that damn universe, away from Guilliman, away from Vincenhorn, I am free, free forever.
Never meet those damn bastards again.
I could happily enjoy fooling these idiots, cheating their souls, and making them struggle in pain and despair.
How beautiful.
Hearing the roar, he turned his head with disdain.
Before I realized what was happening, I felt like I was hit by an out-of-control bison and was sent flying.
It was Watson who bumped into him.
He let the power of witchcraft envelope himself, then slammed into the opponent, knocking him away.
The guy named Cherubel was knocked away and rolled on the ground in a mess.
The devil is only using a mortal body to act, and it cannot exert its infinite power.
Relying on the strength of a mortal, he can still repel the opponent.
The alert Sherlock seized the opportunity and climbed up.
He rushed towards his good friend Watson without hesitation, and when he grabbed the other's arm, he crushed a strange wizard amulet.
A howling whirlwind enveloped them.
Dazzling colors surged out of the whirlwind.
When Cherubel pounced over, the two had disappeared without a trace.
There are only slowly dispersing whirlwinds and dazzling colors.
“Damn it!
"Cherubel roared into the empty air," Sherlock, you can't run away. Your soul belongs to me."
"Filth." A soft scolding came.
There was the rustle of cloaks waving in the air.
In those low buildings, in those dim streets, there are wizards in every corner.
They wore their signature hoods and covered their faces.
Every pair of eyes was staring at the devil who had committed a heinous crime in the foggy city.
The groans of the Mormons still echoed in the air.
The Avengers did not let them die easily, but made them suffer pain and torture.
They were tied to sharp crosses and suffered torture and pain.
Cherubel turned his gaze to the wizards who had rushed over, and the corners of his mouth raised in a cruel and cold smile.
Tonight is destined to be another pleasant night.
Screaming souls and sweet blood will be the most effective seasoning for boring life.
"Mortals, feel the fear that Cherubel brings."
Voices filled with resentment and hatred echoed in the air.
Like the sound of the Grim Reaper's scythe swinging.
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Watson and Sherlock supported each other and returned to their rented house.
It was a house on Baker Street in the south end of the foggy city, a few miles away from where the incident had just happened.
Shylock used a very valuable amulet.
That thing was a gift he got from the Mist City Wizard Academy after helping it solve a theft case.
It is said to have been created by Merlin, the most powerful wizard alive.
It can teleport the user without leaving any trace. Even the most skilled hunter cannot find the user by following the teleportation traces.
Although a few miles is not far, it is enough to temporarily avoid the monster's pursuit.
And the other party may not have time to hunt them down.
Such a terrible sacrifice happened in the Fog City.
The law enforcement officers of Fog City and members of major associations should have already sent people there.
The two still had confidence in the wizarding academy's ability to handle such incidents.
No matter how powerful that demon is, it cannot fight against the Wizarding Academy and the Fog City law enforcement agencies.
The Fog City Wizard Academy gathers the most elite wizards from all over the world.
They passed numerous tests before finally being able to enter the Mist City Wizard Academy.
Each one of them is the elite among the elite.
After locking the door and placing amulets to conceal their presence and prevent tracking, the two turned on the lights.
Sherlock forced himself to walk to the gas pipe, opened the valve, and turned on the gas lamp.
This complete infrastructure is a masterpiece of the Steam Mechanical College.
After all, not everyone has the extra magic and energy to keep the lights on all night after a day's work.
All it takes is a copper coin to provide long-lasting lighting without wasting any energy to maintain it.
It is good news for those who want to be lazy.
Click! Click!
The sound of friction ignition was heard.
With a snap.
A flame lit up in the fully enclosed kerosene lamp and quickly grew larger.
The bright light first fills the interior of the wall lamp, then passes through the transparent glass, illuminating the entire room.
The darkness suddenly faded away.
Sherlock helped Watson to a recliner, pulled the bell cord in front of the door, and then lay down on another chair.
He was also seriously injured, his windbreaker was covered in mud, and the blood from the wound had dyed the long-sleeved vest underneath red.
The landlady, wearing a long scarf, came over quickly.
She usually lives in the house next door which has been connected.
Responsible for providing Sherlock and Watson with three meals and necessary cleaning.
Seeing the injuries of Sherlock and Watson, the landlady turned pale with fright.
But she still took out Watson's medicine box under Sherlock's command.
There are many plasters and medicines that can heal quickly.
The landlady brought some hot water, wiped the wounds, disinfected them with disinfectant, and then applied medicine on them.
Feed the medicine into the mouths of both people at the same time.
After taking the medicine, their complexions improved significantly.
Watson, who had been drowsy just now, regained some consciousness and was able to open his eyes.
Although she was afraid, the landlady did not ask about the matter and remained silent.
After finishing his work, he returned to his house nervously.
Sherlock and Watson stayed in their chairs in silence, waiting for their bodies to recover.
Because of the special profession of detective, it is inevitable to attract some resentful enemies.
Sherlock took comprehensive security measures to make it a safe house.
Make sure it is not invaded by curses or found by spirits with malicious intent.
Apart from the Wizarding Academy and the Holy Cross Sect, this is definitely one of the safest places in the Fog City.
The two stayed like that until dawn.
Their wounds were almost healed, and their broken bones were growing back with the help of medicine.
In this magical world, these things are not considered miracles.
Sherlock walked out and got a copy of the Twilight Times from an owl.
After flipping through a few pages, I found a report.
A shocking cult sacrifice occurred on Lawston Street last night, killing more than 465 people, including 60 members of the Wizarding Academy, the Fog City Law Enforcement Agency, and the Holy Cross Church.
Several instructors at the Wizard Academy have successfully captured the mastermind. According to his description, he was bewitched by a demon and forced to plan this case.
This makes people worry whether new demons will invade our world after the great invasion.
The incident has attracted the attention of the authorities, who plan to impose a curfew and increase law enforcement patrols.
Authorities also urged residents not to go out late at night and to report any suspicious situations to the authorities. If they encounter cultists chanting mantras, they should run away immediately and not confront them.
There are also photos in the newspaper, with characters walking back and forth, reenacting the scenes that happened at the time, allowing readers to understand what happened more intuitively.
"It didn't look good," Watson said. "Luckily, it was caught after all."
"This matter may not be as simple as we thought. The Wizarding Academy only caught the unlucky guy who was possessed by it. How are you recovering?" Sherlock looked solemn.
Watson nodded.
"The situation is much better. There are no more problems with activities."
"Then let's go. I can predict that more things will happen next. The devil named Cherubel will definitely cause bigger incidents in Fog City." Sherlock said: "Now, we have to fight for the safety of the people of Fog City."
"The situation is not that serious, is it?" Watson said, "There is a church in Fog City and a wizard academy. How could the devil pose a real threat to Fog City?"
"The city built by the Mormon Church has been destroyed by that demon. The gods believed by the Mormons are also dead and are likely to be devoured. That Cherubel is not the trash we expelled before. It is very likely the strongest opponent we have ever encountered."
Sherlock walked into the room and changed his dirty windbreaker and vest.
When he came out he was holding a whip and a cane.
When Watson came out after changing his clothes, he handed the cane to the other party and said, "Yours was damaged in the battle last night, so you can use mine for now. Let's go, we can't waste any more time, we must find out the purpose of that demon as soon as possible."
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“It’s amazing.”
A mechanical sage saw the reproduction process of this universe through an observation device and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
After a long journey, the Inquisition fleet led by Vincent Horn passed through the complex, crazy, and chaotic depths of the Warp and arrived in this universe following the traces left by Cherubel.
The evolution path of this universe is completely different from that of the Empire Universe.
In the vast universe, one unimaginable giant turtle after another is slowly swimming across the endless vast void.
On their backs stood varying numbers of giant elephants.
The giant elephant carried an extremely broad flat plate on its shoulders.
There are continents, islands and oceans.
There is a long waterfall on the edge of the slab and white clouds suspended in the sky above.
As soon as the Inquisition fleet came in, it encountered a scene of a new world being hatched.
An unimaginably huge turtle rests in a special dark area.
The giant turtle's shell had long been riddled with pits from being smashed by meteors and comets.
Its eyes are as big as a city.
There was a look of vigilance in his eyes.
It had never seen these strange flying objects.
It might be some new terrifying thing that those nightmare creatures have concocted.
Several giant spherical bodies with grayish-white shells like meteorites were floating in the dark area.
After careful scanning, it was discovered that the spherical objects were not meteorites, but giant eggs.
Under the watchful eyes of the Mechanical Sage, the spheroidal meteorite shattered.
Large chunks of stone fell off.
Spinning and flying into the deep space of the universe.
The void was filled with shiny fragments, which were left after the eggshell was broken.
A small turtle that looked exactly like the giant turtle but was much smaller walked out of the broken eggshell.
Strike your limbs and travel in the cold void.
It was not much bigger than an asteroid and still had some undried yolk on it.
There are also four giant elephants on the little turtle's back. They look very young, but they still carry the world on their shoulders.
That world was also flat, but now it was very small, with little life, only smoke and volcanoes.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
A total of six baby turtles hatched from their shells.
They wander aimlessly in the void.
The giant turtle carefully fiddled with them to determine its physical condition, then turned around and flew into the deep space of the universe, with the small turtles following closely behind.
"They look so cute from this angle. Maybe we should capture them as pets and specimens." The Mechanical Sage's voice was as mechanical and cold as ever.
He made a crazy suggestion to Vincenhorn.
Want to capture a giant world turtle to study the special evolution of this universe.
Vincent Horn was also very excited.
He had been to other universes, but this was the first time he had seen such a strange universe.
The universe is so vast that there is nothing strange, which makes people feel magical.
After thinking about it, he gave up.
The main mission of this journey is to capture the escaped Cherubel.
Catching a giant turtle rashly is likely to lead to accidents.
"I allow you to observe and study them, but you can't do anything dangerous before you have accurate data and intelligence about them," Vincent Horn said.
The Mechanical Sage took the order and left.
Vincent Horn turned his head and looked at the porthole on the bridge.
The giant turtle is swimming towards the depths of the universe with the giant elephant and the disc world on its back.
Several small turtles followed closely behind.
The small world on their backs was still puffing with lava and smoke.
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Fog City, Wizard Academy.
Several tutors and Dean Merlin are meeting with detective Sherlock and his companion Watson.
"You mean the demon is afraid of this?" Sherlock stared at the parchment in his hand, on which was engraved a special emblem.
A double-headed eagle with two heads facing left and right.
Sherlock racked his brains but could not think of the potential connection between the demon and the emblem.
"Yes, the demon's power is extraordinarily strong." Merlin, wearing a robe and holding a magic wand, said in a low voice: "The wizards who came to support it together were no match for it, and when I ventured to spy on its past and memories, I saw this emblem. I just simulated this emblem and scared it away."
"Can a badge scare it away?" Watson was also shocked.
When they first fought, the possessed demon slaughtered those powerful policemen and wizards, and even the clergy sent by the Holy Cross Church, with just a few moves.
It is a bit unbelievable that he would be scared away by such an ordinary emblem!
If Master Merlin hadn't said it himself, he really wouldn't have been able to imagine it.
"Do you know what the reason is?" Sherlock asked, "Master, what else did you see?"
"I didn't see much, and I'm looking forward to your answer, Mr. Sherlock. You are the most outstanding detective, and you can infer the truth from just a few words. I would like to entrust you to investigate the relationship between this emblem and the terrible demon. The demon will soon realize that our intimidation has no substantial power, and it will definitely come back again."
"If we can figure out what this emblem represents, perhaps we can save Fog City and expel this terrible demon. Otherwise, Fog City is likely to end up like the Mormon City."
Sherlock stared at the parchment in his hand and suddenly felt a huge pressure. He couldn't help but have the urge to take some psychiatric drugs to relieve the mental stress.