An Accident

There was a loud bang!

Of course, this was not the sound of the old priest's head exploding!

On the contrary, Deacon Baldell's sturdy body suddenly flew backward in a strange way!

He first sent a few guards flying, then without losing his momentum, he broke a long row of steam valves by the roadside and finally embedded himself into the wall by the street.

At this moment, the people around saw a black thorn that was only the thickness of a finger but more than one meter long at the position of his heart!

The thorn was undoubtedly very hard, and the keratin on the surface was like shiny black metal, and the speed was also extremely fast. At this moment, Deacon Baldell had been embedded in the wall, and the bricks had made a cracking sound. The sound of the wind breaking carried by the thorn had just caught up, and it sounded like a strange and distant echo.

Sherlock looked at the sudden scene and instantly completed complex calculations and deductions in his mind. With such speed, the huge impact was compressed to a small area as thick as a thumb. What kind of terrifying damage could it cause…

However, such terrifying damage still failed to penetrate Deacon Baldell's chest!

Sherlock turned his head and looked in the direction where the thorn came from. Under the illumination of the zeppelin airships' giant lights, an extremely thin figure stood quietly at the top of the tallest tower in the entire neighbourhood.

Catherine…

Beside her, crawled, no, more accurately speaking, grew a large clump of pitch-black plants.

They were some kind of vine, but each branch was as thick as an arm. They intertwined and almost covered the entire top of the tower. The vines grew in silence. When no light was shining, they merged with the darkness. Even Sherlock had not noticed them.

At the center of the cluster of vines was a black spore sac. At this moment, it was expanding at a terrifying speed…

The surrounding air was quickly sucked in, and the spore sac expanded dozens of times in a second. Under the light, one could even vaguely see black veins like blood vessels in the wall of the spore.

Sherlock was surprised. He had never read that a covenant person could control not only abyssal creatures, but also plants.

Alright, the authors of those books had probably only gathered information about some low-level covenant people. How could a group of stinky book-writers come into contact with a covenant person who had reached the second stage?

Just as he was thinking…

Suddenly, the giant spore sac on the tower contracted violently and spat out explosively! At the same time, another black thorn shot out from the spore sac and instantly went over the entire long street. It exceeded the visual limit of Sherlock and the rest. It also surpassed the sound of the piercing wind. The resonance caused by the recoil made Catherine's long hair dance wildly in the night!

BOOM!

With an even louder sound, the black thorns nailed into Deacon Baldell's chest again. This vine plant undoubtedly had a more accurate method of aiming than by sight. The two thorns almost hit the same spot. Immediately, thick smoke billowed out of the wall, and cracks spread crazily.

Catherine did not give the other party any chance to catch his breath. Before the aftershock subsided, the third long thorn had arrived, followed by the fourth and fifth.

Boom! Boom!! Boom!

The continuous loud bangs were indistinguishable!

The wall that had sustained too much impact collapsed with a loud bang. Thick smoke rose from all directions. Then, the sixth and seventh thorns pierced through the thick smoke and continued to bombard mercilessly.

The loud noise continued for a long time until Sherlock felt his eardrums were about to be torn apart. Then the attack finally stopped. The building in the thick smoke collapsed and turned into ruins as if it had been exposed to more than ten terrible gas leak accidents!

Under such circumstances, even if the other party was a covenant person, he should be dead.

Those terrifying thorns should have long pierced him into a bloody mass of human flesh and thorns.

It seemed that everyone was thinking the same thing. Catherine stood on the tower and finally heaved a sigh of relief. The old priest sensed that the abyssal beast in the distance that was symbiotic with Deacon Baldell was rapidly weakening. In the end, it let out a sorrowful cry and collapsed, motionless. Finally, it opened its tired eyes.

The deafening sound of the turbines on the long street gradually ceased, and the armor that had not yet been scrapped began to pour out steam.

It's finally over… The nerves that had been tense all this while could finally take a breather.

In fact, everyone knew that this was a battle that had already been decided from the start. This was because anyone who violated the laws of the Vatican would only die!

…

Sherlock remained motionless in the shadows. His eyes seemed to be brighter as he stared at the collapsed ruins.

The rain of bullets, the smoke from the bullets, the appalling power that tore through armor, and the terrifying impact of the thorns cutting through the night. All the information was running in Sherlock's mind at an unbelievable speed!

In an instant—

Something was not right…

It was inconsistent with the results of his deduction…

Almost at the same time, countless possibilities flashed before his eyes. There were good ones, and naturally, there were bad ones.

He grew more silent, more alert, more calm.

Finally, at the moment when the first drop of rain fell on the long street…

The detective, who had been hiding in the shadows, moved!