Book of Gods and Demons

When the chaos broke out, in the small house in front of the South Station Square, Sherlock was teaching Velenya some related knowledge of Darbopen.

After all, they are the disciples chosen by themselves.

It is the duty and duty of a mentor to pass on some relevant knowledge while watching the excitement of Dabo Pao.

As the twenty-second level swordsman of the Al organization and a senior member standing in the Golden Gate, Sherlock undoubtedly has great power and can access many secret channels of the Al organization.

On Darbowa, the two giants, Golden Oak Church and Yingui Church, everything about them is extremely mysterious to the ordinary people of the mainland of Medland, and there is no way to understand them, let alone contact them.

Sherlock talked about it, from the origins of the Golden Oak Church and Yingui Church, to the fact that the two churches became the masters of faith in the mainland of Medland, and then the countries of the mainland of Medland joined forces to overthrow the supremacy of the two churches.

Until now, the pope of the Golden Oak Church, the recipe for three meals a day, or the pope of the Yingui Church, she secretly lays her white robe with pink silk underwear and other privacy every day.

Velenya listened with gusto.

These news are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Al organization is able to collect such secret information, the potential of this organization is indeed huge to the extreme.

In particular, listening to the privacy gossip of the two major churches and watching the evil and divine powers constantly erupting in the South Station, this is really a kind of excitement of standing close, gnawing fruits and watching fierce tigers fight.

Velenya clasped her hands tightly, staring intently at the collapsed South Station building with fireworks soaring to the sky, listening to Sherlock's narration.

Then, the South Railway Station square burst out.

Below the Imperial Capital South Station, there is a large main gas pipeline. The platform of the South Railway Station, as well as the nearby train maintenance workshop, etc., are equipped with a large number of high-power gas lamps, which are major customers of the gas plant.

At least three gas plants have excavated official roads specifically to provide gas consumption for the Imperial South Station.

After the gas factory exploded in the distance, within a few breaths of time, a raging fire roared along the underground pipeline and detonated several huge gas storage tanks underground in the South Station Plaza.

Just like the eruption of a volcano, huge granite floor tiles were thrown into the sky, and countless frozen soil flew high. Around the South Station Square, those extremely bored nobles and citizens who came to see the lively were beaten by gravel and mud. He was battered, and even those hapless guys standing in the middle of the square were directly blown up high by the shock wave.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of Sherlock Holenya were also blown to pieces in the first wave of explosions, and countless glass shards were thrown at them like a dagger.

Sherlock snorted coldly.

He grabbed the straight umbrella leaning on his side.

A ray of silver sword light was like lightning, turning into a circular light mirror with a diameter of more than ten feet in front of him. Countless glass shards whizzed and stabbed over, then shattered in the sword light, and fell to the ground one after another.

"What's going on?" Sherlock looked at Velenya a little blankly.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Velenya hid behind Sherlock and asked him a little bewildered.

"I'm sorry, Velenya, this kind of inexplicable chaos always makes people instinctively think of the Portusians." Sherlock shrugged, his right hand was throbbing like lightning with a thunderous sword light. He tucked it back into the handle of the umbrella.

"Go and find out and see what happened... The believers of the Corrupt Spirit, the assassination of Saint Attila, and the sudden big explosion, I always feel that something is wrong." Sherlock grabbed his dome. The top hat was buckled heavily on his head, then he leaned out of the French window and took a few breaths.

"Evil breath... permeates the entire Hyderabad?" Sherlock's eyes became a little dangerous, a faint cold air on his body began to spread to the surroundings, and a large faint white mist filled his back.

In the cold white fog, icebergs unique to the northern sea were faintly visible. At the junction of the iceberg and the sea, a huge shadow was creeping... Then, huge tentacles rushed straight out from the sea. Grabbing icebergs thousands of feet high and dancing wildly around.

The air around Sherlock and the air within a hundred feet of the entire small building began to change with the emergence of these tentacles.

The air condensed into tentacles that were almost physical, faintly visible to the naked eye. Accompanied by the slight wind whistling, they began to roll around, rolling, and blowing away all the broken bricks and mud brought about by the explosion.

Amid the high-pitched phoenix chirping, the fighting on the platform of the South Station stopped.

After a short period of time, a large group of Guards officers and soldiers gushed out from the South Station. They jumped on their horses, surrounded by a group of generals headed by Salian, and rushed toward the Hydra Palace in a gallop.

"Vylenya, go to your people and find out what happened... At the same time warn them, restrain their people, don't take the opportunity to make waves... The turmoil that has something to do with the Corruption, the Portusians If you get involved, just wait to be killed by that cruel old grandmother."

Sherlock hurriedly urged towards Velenya, and then his body flew up like a phantom. A few flashes rushed out of the small building and came to a small stable in the backyard.

Amidst the roar of a steed, Sherlock rushed out of the stable on a burly, tall horse, opened the back door of the yard and rushed out, following Salian and others not too far away.

In the air, the evil aura became more intense.

Sherlock frowned, twitching his nose constantly.

He is becoming more and more curious, who caused such a big mess in Hyderabad?

It can detonate several gas plants at the same time, and it can blow up an armament warehouse on the outskirts of Hyderabad...Along the way, you can see the continuous spread of man-made chaos.

Reminiscent of the huge evil force erupting in the South Station...

This is not an isolated incident, but a meticulously planned large-scale attack against Hyderabad and the Durham Empire.

This is what makes Sherlock curious-as his second-level swordsman, he has been wandering in Hyderabad for more than half a month, but he didn't receive any corresponding information, and he didn't notice anything wrong. ...This shouldn't be the case.

Or, every motion concept of the main messenger behind the scenes was perfectly hidden from the eyes and ears of the Al organization.

Or, a core member of the Al organization, who has a higher authority than him, blocked relevant intelligence information from him.

"I hope it's the first... a great means, a huge potential, and a shrewd and treacherous messenger behind the scenes. But don't be the second." Sherlock frowned.

He is working hard to complete his promotion task.

This is the key task for his promotion from the twenty-second level to the twenty-third level.

There are three opportunities in total.

He has failed once, this is the second mission.

This is the territory of the Deren Empire. His second mission is related to the treasure of the Knights of Suffering that fell into the hands of the Deren Empire. If the core members of the Al organization in the Durham Empire blocked the information channel from him...

This behavior itself is obviously full of malice.

As a senior member of the Al organization, Sherlock deeply understands the strength of the Al organization.

He doesn't want this kind of thing to happen... If it is really a high-ranking core member who blocks relevant information from him, then he will not consider continuing to complete the task, but how to safely get from the Durham Empire Evacuated.

"I hate this feeling."

Sherlock rode on a horse, separated by a street, and followed Salian and others far away.

"The Al organization should have been a neutral, equal, and mutual aid organization."

"His power...should not be used privately."

"But... these years..."

There was a rush of breaking through the air ahead, and Sherlock raised her head abruptly, just in time to see Joe, like a big fat flea, rising up into the sky with a terrible sound of breaking wind, drawing a rushing arc towards the distance. Jumped out.

A combat airship fell from the sky, and Sherlock clearly saw that Joe almost flew over the pod of the combat airship that fell abruptly.

"This guy!"

Seeing another group of scary figures jumping up behind Joe, Sherlock patted the head of the steed under the seat, he was about to use his methods to follow Joe and his party.

On the chaotic street, two conservatively dressed men wearing black trench coats, black top hats, holding a small black sandalwood cane, and black gemstone rings on their fingers shining with deep gloom, suddenly walked out of the side road. Blocked in front of Sherlock.

"Your sword bearer." The two men bowed to Sherlock and bowed: "Please don't interfere in this incident... This is the warning issued by the King to all members of the golden portal around Hyderabad. "

"This is the king's will?" Sherlock's mouth twitched.

king!

Aier organization is a twenty-seventh-level member.

In the name of the king, it represents his strength and wisdom, that he has great power and resources, and that he can guide the direction of a certain area and a certain system.

All senior members of the Al organization know that a twenty-seventh-level king, like the real ‘king’ in the secular world, has the ability to launch a national-level all-out war.

Sometimes, the "kings" of the secular world will be restricted by external conditions such as their subjects and the monarchs of neighboring countries, and they cannot squander their power wantonly.

As for a twenty-seventh-level king of the Al organization, if he wanted to start a war, he basically did not recognize that he could obstruct his decision... even if it was in the Al organization, the other kings would not work!

What is even more frightening is that ~www.ltnovel.com~ there are so many empires, kingdoms, and so many emperors and kings in the Medland Continent... and the number of kings organized by Aier is obviously more than that of these secular emperors and kings. Much less, but also precious, much rarer.

The will of a king...

A swordsman must obey.

Sherlock let out a heavy sigh. He glanced at the silhouettes rising into the air on the street in front of him, and asked softly: "Is it a warning for all members above the twenty-second level? Then, I understand..."

"I applied for an audience with the King...According to the fair contract, he warned me, and he must give me something back."

Sherlock pursed his mouth and looked deeply at the two men in black.

"Tomorrow, twelve o'clock noon...you know the location." The two men in black did not hesitate, and immediately agreed to Sherlock's request-obviously, they had expected it.

Sherlock tightened the reins, nodded slightly, and then shook his head.