The wizards' solemn expressions and their fear when talking about the demon made Sherlock and Watson feel pressured.
Who could have imagined that a case of dismembered corpses could potentially shake the foundations of the United Kingdom? If not handled with care, it could even turn the entire city into a dead place.
It is understandable that this task was given to Sherlock.
Only Sherlock can find the complete truth from such a confusing array of clues.
In order to sort out his thoughts, Sherlock asked Dean Merlin of the Wizarding Academy for a separate house.
Close the doors and windows and draw the curtains.
Sherlock took out a long tube used for smoking water pipes, poured a drug that was used to stimulate the mind and cause hallucinations into it, lit it up and took a deep puff.
The intense stimulation made his mind clearer than ever before.
All kinds of thoughts flowed like the tide, allowing him to capture and manipulate them.
Double-headed eagle emblem, Mormonism, Cherubel, revenge!
Countless messy threads are intertwined together, and the truth is hidden in this tangled mess.
Sherlock collapsed on the couch and slowly let out a breath.
The whole soul was sublimated in an instant.
This magical herb is incredibly stimulating.
Sherlock lay there for a moment before opening his eyes again and looking at his friend.
"Watson, please help me borrow some books from the college's high-level library."
Sherlock, lying on the chair, had a dazed look in his eyes, but his tone of voice was unusually clear.
His control over his body is beyond imagination.
Even after absorbing the magic herbs, he was able to control himself well.
Watson did not refuse his friend's request.
He stood up, took out a pen and a diary and wrote down what Sherlock wanted to write.
They are all travel diaries and some important demon illustrated books.
Sherlock talked about more than a dozen books in a row.
Watson wrote it all down, confirmed it was correct, and then turned and walked out of the room.
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The high-level library of the Wizarding Academy houses the painstaking works of wizards of all generations.
Watson used the note given by his mentors to successfully let the two tiger-lion beasts at the door pass.
Those two guys performed their duties of guarding the library faithfully.
Anyone who tries to force their way in would be terrified by their sharp claws and fangs, their noses that can spit sparks, and their bodies that are as big as a small house.
He ran away even faster than when he came.
The air in the high-level library was not fresh. The smell of rotting book pages filled the library, mixed with the pine scent from burning candles.
Some pale-faced wizards sat in different corners of the library, burying their heads in thick books, looking up the knowledge they needed.
Watson wisely chose not to disturb the wizards.
Instead, he immediately started looking for the books Sherlock needed.
The Fog City Wizard Academy is the world's leading magic school.
Those who can leave their books in high-level libraries are all the best in the wizarding profession.
The works written by these wizards with amazing talents also possess mysterious magic, causing all kinds of wonderful phenomena to appear in high-level libraries.
Even dragging it into a different dimension.
Some strange beings lingering in the shadows always try to use various words to lure and trick humans into entering the library.
Large magical gathering places always attract foul creatures.
Those nameless horrors were covered in dislocated organs and bubbles.
No definition of the real world can be applied to them.
When looking at those nameless horrors, all laws are turned upside down.
Up becomes down, left becomes right.
I was looking forward, but I saw the back of my head.
Time, space, everything became chaotic.
They have countless tentacles, claws, eyes and mouths full of fangs.
It's like a cross between a nightmare, an octopus, a bicycle and other unrelated things.
An occasional glance reveals a huge shadow stretching into the chaotic, disordered, and colorful void.
Bizarre dimensional scenes appeared one after another in the eyes of every wizard who entered the library.
Once your mind is lost, there is a high possibility that strange creatures from that dimension will use it as a passage to enter the library.
It's not without reason that only high-level wizards are allowed to enter the high-level libraries.
Not only is the knowledge difficult to understand, it is also extremely dangerous.
If you are not careful, it is possible that you will die while reading a book.
Watson kept his mind focused and tried not to pay attention to those weird things.
That's not something he should care about.
The bookshelves are all engraved with mysterious symbols.
The books are sealed to prevent them from escaping or causing trouble.
Some of the book covers are inlaid with rare gems and magical feathers.
Some are even bound with scaly dragon skin.
What's worse, some books were tied up with heavy fist-sized chains, and there was also a big lock.
You have to unlock the door if you want to read.
Watson read the titles, looking for the book Sherlock needed.
There were whispers about many books, some of them malicious.
There was a book covered in blood and it looked horrible.
When Watson walked up to it, a strange sound came from the book, like some terrible scream.
This book once belonged to a legendary traveler who loved adventure and recorded the horrible things he encountered during his travels.
Finally, the legendary traveler was found dead in a dark forest.
Under the rotting corpse was this book filled with ominous things.
Knowledge and truth are not necessarily good things.
It also symbolizes danger and poison.
Watson looked at his borrowed books list and took it down reluctantly.
Before the book can speak, it is suppressed by other books.
After getting the book Sherlock asked for, Watson returned to the house.
Sherlock had now gotten rid of the effects of the drugs and was pacing around with a serious expression.
Watson knew that this was Sherlock in deep thought.
After the stimulation just now, the other party obviously found a clue.
Sherlock is such an amazing person.
When no one can find the key to the problem, he can always use his own brain to find the key to the problem.
Watson placed the books on a table.
"I can guarantee that this world has never seen such an emblem. Similar eagle emblems have appeared before, but there has never been a double-headed eagle emblem like this. Even wizards who meditate and travel to other worlds have never seen such an emblem."
Sherlock said as he sat down in front of the pile of books.
"Then why did you ask me to borrow books?" Watson asked puzzledly, "If this emblem does not exist in the history of our world, these books are useless."
Sherlock pulled out the malicious book.
“What I’m looking for are the other records.”
The book screamed, flapped its pages, and bared its phantom teeth.
Sherlock slid along the spine of the book a few times, like petting a cat, to calm it down.
"Excluding all impossible results, the remaining one must be the truth." Sherlock searched for a while, then pointed to a page of the book and said, "The author of this book, the legendary traveler Lockhart, once discovered a demon from another world when he went deep into a rain forest."
"I have reason to suspect that Cherubel is not a demon from this world. This guy must be from another world. And this?" Sherlock raised the parchment in his hand, pointed at the double-headed eagle emblem on it and said, "This should be the exclusive emblem of Cherubel's mortal enemy. When it sees this emblem, it will subconsciously run away and involuntarily feel fear."
"You mean the owner of this emblem once dealt a heavy blow to the demon, so he was scared away when Master Merlin simulated this emblem." Watson followed Sherlock's thoughts, "This also explains why the other party is afraid of such a powerless emblem and dares not stay even when he has a great advantage."
Sherlock nodded.
"Chrubel's power is very strong. I doubt that even if the Holy Cross Cult at its peak summoned their gods, they would not be a match for this guy. If we want to defeat him, we have to use this emblem."
"How?" Watson asked.
"If Cherubel can come to our world, it proves that the owner of this emblem can also come here. We only need a simple summoning ritual."
"What if the other party is also hostile to us?"
"We don't need to summon the other party. We just need to let Cherubel know that we can summon the owner of this emblem, and it will be cautious. It is afraid of the power represented by this emblem and will definitely be afraid of being exposed. With this, we can expel it and make it roll away from our world."
Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson nodded.
He is indeed the best detective.
So much can be guessed with just the few clues at hand.
"Then let's go and tell Master Merlin."
Sherlock nodded.
After they tidied up the room, they walked out, taking the books with them to support their theory.
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Merlin was also somewhat shocked after hearing Sherlock's speculation.
We were able to use the existing information to deduce the demon's origins and what it feared, and also come up with a solution.
This ability is terrifying.
Deduction is even more incredible than magic.
If Sherlock's inference was correct, a disaster that could have made the Fog City a thing of the past was averted.
"Then let's start trying quickly and see what we can summon with this thing."
Grand Master Merlin said.
Several high-level wizards were soon summoned.
They have been immersed in the field of summoning witchcraft for many years and are all top masters in this field.
The wizards quickly drew a magic circle, and Merlin began to chant those ancient syllables that existed before the birth of the universe.
The summoning spells vary.
Even with the same magic circle and the same sacrifices, different spells will bring different effects.
This attempt took two or three days.
The wizards tried those ancient spells one by one, using their wisdom to guess which syllable should be chanted in what way to be correct.
Dozens of consecutive failures made Sherlock a little nervous and he began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his reasoning.
Just when everyone thought they might have failed.
The last chant was successful.
The power of the Sea of Nothingness was pried open, and the air turned chilly.
The burning candles also turned green, with a gloomy and terrifying halo.
The parchment with the double-headed eagle engraved on it was shaking, as if some powerful will was attracting it.
"There's a response." Sherlock shouted in surprise.
Master Merlin's eyes rolled upward.
His soul roamed in the sea of nothingness, reading about those strange and terrifying things.
There were shrill screams everywhere, and those horrible monsters born from nightmares were screaming in the sea of nothingness.
Cherubel's roar echoed in the ocean, filled with resentment and malice.
It vowed to rip the throat of every living creature. Only in this way could it wash away the shame of being scared away by the other party.
Countless pieces of madness slid through Master Merlin's mind.
The twisted sea of nothingness and the madness it brought blew everything to pieces.
Master Merlin carefully protected and hid his soul to avoid being attacked and devoured by those nameless terrors.
He searched for the fragments, trying to get the information he wanted.
In reality, the parchment with the double-headed eagle engraved on it burned up in full view of everyone.
Before they could react to what was happening, in the Sea of Nothingness, Merlin saw a light lit up in his eyes.
At the same time, he also felt that he was enlightened.
A will reached out, full of majesty and questioning.
The other party was full of confusion and puzzlement.
The contact between the two parties did not last long and was soon severed.
At the last moment, Merlin saw a dark, humming coffin.
A naked, shriveled man lay in the coffin, with the double-headed eagle emblem that he had seen in Cherubel's subconscious engraved on his forehead.
The two are exactly the same, there is no discernible difference.
The other person's robe and the coffin he was lying in both had the double-headed eagle emblem.
The connection was severed.
Merlin's eyes shed tears of blood.
Its body was as shaky as a candle in the wind, and it looked like a gust of wind could blow it down.
The journey of traveling in the Sea of Nothingness is not easy, and it is extremely exhausting on the mind and spirit.
"I saw it." Merlin said as he was helped to a chair. "Sherlock, you guessed right. Behind that emblem stands a powerful force. I can't see through the storm of the Sea of Nothingness, but I can feel their power."
Hearing this, Sherlock's originally somewhat depressed look disappeared.
"Hahaha, my idea is correct." Sherlock said happily: "Now it's time for us to talk to that damn demon. We have to tell him that we have grasped his weakness."
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"A shining signal? Someone calling the Empire?"
When Vincent Horn heard the astropath's report, surprise appeared in his eyes.
The wandering astropath saw the double-headed eagle emblem suddenly appear in the warp.
It flashes like brilliant fireworks.
The appearance was brief, but long enough for them to see it clearly and record the corresponding coordinates.
After entering this universe, the rebellious demon disappeared.
Vincent Horn found only a few dead worlds.
All living things have been completely devoured.
Even the echoes of the Warp were gone.
Even the giant turtle that carried the world on its back became a giant corpse floating in the void.
The giant elephant on the turtle's back was skinny and bony, as if it had been dried by the wind.
The scent of Cherubel lingers among the dried corpses and the deserted city.
Obviously, the destruction of those worlds is closely related to Cherubel.
Vincent Horn pondered for a moment before looking up at the Star Talker again.
"Lock on the world with that coordinate. Perhaps we can find clues about Cherubel there."
The fleet adjusted its direction.
The warp engine trembled, pushing the huge hull into the warp and sinking into the ether ocean emitting a strange light.
Vincent Horn slapped Maka, who was bound by chains.
The demon who claimed to possess ancient knowledge now squatted at Vincent Horn's feet as docilely as a puppy.
Even if he was slapped on the head, he would not dare to do anything rash.
But don't think it is really docile. The eyes all over its disgusting head reveal amazing maliciousness.
If it were given the opportunity to exact revenge, the cruelty of this demon's methods would be beyond description in human language.
"It can't run away, Maka." Vincent Horn said, "When the time comes, you will have the power to bite it for the first time. Grind your teeth and be ready at all times. I think we are very close to that damn traitor."
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Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie!
The strange laughter resounded throughout the wizarding academy.
A hapless wizard fell to his knees.
His flesh was crawling, reshaping his body.
A pair of black horns sprouted from his forehead.
Cherubel used him as a passage.
"You idiots, you actually dare to threaten me."
The wizard had completely lost control of his body, and strange sounds came out of his mouth.
"Do you really think I'm scared? Even if the real owner of the double-headed eagle comes to me, I won't be afraid at all. You've made a wrong calculation, idiot."
Cherubel screamed crazily.
It is coming through the channel formed by this unfortunate wizard.
It was filled with resentment after being scared away last time.
A group of damn ants actually dared to play tricks on the great Demon Prince like this.
This time, it will harvest the entire world.
Even the gods who live on the highest peaks of the world and in the dreams of these ants will become its prey.
Everything will be swallowed up.
Ants, weep at the feet of great Cherubel.
The wizards shouted in fear, trying to stop a terrible monster from entering their world.
However, the terrifying creatures that have been wandering in dreams and strange fantasies also took this opportunity to descend, wanting to revel in the madness of world destruction.
Strange whispers echoed in every corner of the foggy city.
The sky rolled as terrifying giant eyes appeared one after another. Tentacles as thick as mountains stretched down from the sky. Monsters flapping rotten wings chased the sun and the moon hanging in the sky.
The destruction that had been prevented before was now resumed.
Having been frightened once, Cherubel will no longer be afraid of the double-headed eagle emblem created by these damn ants.
This time, it wants to harvest the whole world.
Just like what we did before.