The Great Demon Holmes - Chapter 15: If Nothing Unexpected Happens...

Unsettled thoughts…

Suddenly, a loud noise!

Sherlock watched as the familiar window of the apartment in front of him shattered with a thunderous crash. Half of the wall collapsed along with it, accompanied by the buzzing sound of countless spider threads snapping. A hairy, gigantic spider flew backward from the second floor, then miserably crashed onto the street.

And within its abdomen, a small old man could be seen, huddled in pain, with blood flowing from the jagged gaps in his teeth. Thankfully, he was protected by the webbing, or that impact alone would have cost him half of his life.

As for Catherine, her whereabouts were unknown…

No time to dwell on that. In that instant!

“Prepare for combat!!!”

A resounding roar, amplified for all the surrounding soldiers to hear. Even before the command was given, all the exoskeletons had already emitted a tremendous hum, their steam turbines entering full throttle, the scorching airflow trembling erratically through their overheated exhaust pipes.

As if responding to this grand welcome, a figure suddenly leaped high from behind the broken wall on the second floor, viciously descending upon the crowd!

Accompanying the descent was a grotesque demon, over three meters long!

No one knew how to name such a creature. Even before it touched the ground, its enormous fangs had reached their limit in mid-air, ruthlessly stabbing into the steel wall formed by the armored knights!

*Bang* *Bang*

Several strange muffled sounds, as if blades rapidly piercing a sealed can. The moment the demon landed, it began frantically swinging its nauseating head, its teeth hooked into the intestines of several Church guards, sending their armor flying.

Minister Bader’s body also landed with a crash, his robe billowing in the night wind. His already burly figure seemed to have grown even larger, and he immediately grabbed the nearest guard, his massive fingers clutching the helmet and pulling forcefully.

The helmet was torn off directly, revealing a severed half-head inside!

All of this happened in an instant… The formidable steel battalion that had given such a great sense of security had suddenly, without warning, become the target of a brutal massacre.

In an instant, roars reverberated through the long street. Countless machine guns emerged from beneath the mechanical arms of the steam exoskeletons, pouring a relentless hail of bullets toward their targets. Guards closer to the target swung gigantic chainsaws wildly, fervently thrusting and slashing at Minister Bader or the ethereal creature, even if it meant accidentally injuring their comrades nearby.

However, none of this seemed to affect the figure rampaging through the crowd…

There was no choice. Once covenanters evolved to the second stage, they formed a symbiotic relationship with the demons they summoned. Minister Bader’s covenant demon was clearly a type with exceptionally strong vitality, making it difficult for conventional weapons to quickly and effectively harm them.

Chaos erupted in that instant…

And at this moment, Sherlock… He didn’t know when he had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield, using a building to conceal his entire body within the heavy shadows.

But he didn’t leave; instead, he watched with great interest as the scene unfolded before him—bloodshed, chaos, gnawing, tearing, crushing, limbs and arms flying in all directions, with steel and gunpowder occasionally causing explosions.

A peculiar sense of excitement began to spread from his scalp downward…

It was natural, for he was a detective. It was only natural that he enjoyed pondering over things, death, dismemberment, and the scent of blood. To him, each scene unfolding before his eyes was like a grand murder taking place right in front of him.

Of course, he would be excited…

Amidst the excitement, his gaze pierced through the splattering limbs and entrails, as well as the ruptured gaps in the damaged armor, fixed on the merciless Inquisitor Minister!

More and more Church guards fell, and Sherlock’s eyes grew brighter. Through their movement patterns, the direction of their shifting targets, he could construct a mental image of their speed and tactics. Surviving under such concentrated firepower required a certain level of physical resistance. The bullets that exploded only damaged the skin, but the continuous cuts of the chainsaw could reach the muscles. A steam-powered exoskeleton was thrown into the air, crashing heavily to the ground. In the midst of the chaos, Sherlock glanced briefly, already speculating about the composition of its steel material through the torn and dismal crevice.

Observing, collecting, analyzing, deducing—these were always his strengths.

Life… had finally become somewhat interesting.

…

Another two minutes passed like this, and finally, under the brutal death of yet another Templar Knight, Minister Bader madly charged out of the encirclement.

By now, his entire body was covered in torn flesh and skin, his ministerial robe completely shredded, sticky flesh clinging to him…

Although he was a second-stage covenanter, he was still within the realm of humanity. Even under the Church’s relentless assault, his injuries were far from insignificant.

So at this moment, he disregarded the attacks of the guards around him and dashed toward the other side of the street!

His frenzied steps left behind shallow craters…

That was

where the old priest was!

Undoubtedly, this was the correct decision in such a situation, as in battles of this level, victory or defeat could only be determined by the covenanters…

Within a matter of meters, he arrived instantly, and the demon he had summoned, like a bloody war machine, created an extremely gruesome gap within the crowd.

At this moment, the old priest and the spider had just recovered from the previous encounter… Unfortunately, this spider’s ability was to connect unsuspecting targets with its threads, creating illusions. While it was highly effective, its direct combat capabilities were weak, and when faced with Minister Bader’s covenant demon, skilled in killing, it was utterly defenseless.

However, the old priest couldn’t just wait to be killed, so the spider struggled to climb to its feet. Countless threads sprayed from its disproportionate abdomen, pierced through some broken metal debris, and adhered to the giant body of another demon. More and more threads, tighter and tighter, the eight sharp legs trembled madly, clashing directly against the crimson scales. An eerie and grating screech echoed through the night sky.

Life and death… in an instant…

The spider desperately blocked the demon twice its size but couldn’t hold back its summoner any longer.

Minister Bader had already arrived in front of the old priest!

He wasn’t someone who liked to waste words. His blood-drenched palm opened and came down on the old man’s head.

The abilities of covenanters mainly came from the demons they symbiotically bonded with, which meant that the old priest’s physical qualities were likely not impressive. With this powerful slap, his head would most likely turn into a pile of exploded flesh.

Fortunately… Catherine, who had disappeared earlier, finally made her move.

A black light quietly appeared on Minister Bader’s chest…

If nothing unexpected happens, at this moment, this battle has already reached its end…