Law Finch ran out of the computer room, stood at the door of the submarine, looking at the battle outside with a trembling look.
“Norra…”
Why......
Why is Nolra in this place?
With Lawrence's memory, she naturally remembers and knows Nolra Broll...or, it should be said that it is Arnold No. 1.
The monster in London, this is the monster created by the tragedy of Lawrence's bloodline.
"roar......"
The monster let out a low growl, as if he had noticed something, turned his head suddenly and looked at Lawrence Da Vinci standing there with the compound eyes above his head.
Law Finch only felt his heart stop beating for a beat.
but......
The monsters in London did not pounce directly on them.
I just stared at Lau Finch like this, staring at him for five seconds.
“Norra…”
Law Finch only felt a great sadness covering him.
——She remembered.
Nolra, already forgives himself.
In London's special point, I was willing to use death to apologize to Nolra. Nolra's hatred was not something he could control. It was a kind of hatred mixed with his own grief and anger, the hatred of man-made people who died in Selim's experiment, plus the original animal nature that had become inhuman, and even a little bit of suspicion and sadness of other child laborers who died in vain during the British Industrial Revolution.
Eternal hatred for Fal's bloodline.
This is no longer something he can control himself. His existence represents many things, but it does not represent himself.
Lawrence is the source of Fal's high bloodline, and naturally it is within the locking range of Nolra.
But with his own will, Nolra toughly reversed the hatred against Lawrence, the individual... because he also knew that this was not a mistake made by Lawrence, in fact, Lawrence was also an innocent victim.
But Noorla can do this only, others...
In short, Nolra, who had already transformed into a mad beast and had lost her mind, did not attack Lau Finch. Instead, after staring like this for a few seconds, he turned his compound eyes away and continued to look at the magic swordsman in the distance.
The battle between the Crazy Beast and the Demon Swordsman was dazzling, and Sherlock Holmes was not idle either. He used various small props exclusive to the famous detective to support the battlefield from the flanks.
"It's really entangled, crazy beast."
The magic swordsman tried to hold the attack of the mad beast, and looked at the mad beast's heavy breathing, and made a sound similar to a sneer.
"However, it seems that your body cannot adapt to the current environment of the God-generation."
"How long can you last?"
Sherlock Holmes' pupils tightened slightly.
Unable to adapt to the environment of the God-born...
He was determined to persuade Nolra to adopt a more organized combat method, but the disadvantage of fighting side by side with Berserker lies in this place.
Although there are also some Berserkers who can communicate, Nolra Brower, who has transformed into a mad beast, is obviously not within this category.
So...what should I do?
--boom!!!
"roar--"
The mad beast staggered back a few steps, roared, but did not pounce on it anymore.
It’s not that it doesn’t want to, but it’s just that it’s just that it has no strength.
Even the body of the mad beast was changing rapidly.
"You shouldn't be people who can't see the gap in strength."
The Demon Swordsman did not start the battle again immediately, but stood there with a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other, his eyes fixed on Sherlock Holmes.
"The only result of continuing to fight with me is death, which is foreseeable."
"The body of that beast is indeed hard enough, but he probably won't last long."
"The dominance of this matter is not with me."
"So-Rika, what would you say in such a situation?"
Sherlock Holmes smiled, turned his head and looked at Fujimaru Rika standing behind him.
“…I won’t lose.”
Fujimaru Rika didn't hesitate at all.
"I will take everyone on and continue walking...we will never be killed by you here."
"call--"
A stream of air spurted out from the mad beast's mouth - although he was irrational now, Nolra seemed to be responding to Fujimaru Rika.
The Demon Swordsman did not have much surprise to these people, but just shook his head and...
He took out a short sword again.
"Sure enough, did you show mercy before?... The strength you showed is less than you imagined."
Sherlock Holmes frowned slightly and sighed.
"So, is it really impossible to expect you to introduce yourself, a follower of the stranger from the Nordic Belt."
The Demon Swordsman didn't say a word.
"The performance is so excellent that it is terrible, and such superb sword skills."
"The strong body that can ignore Nolra's attack to a certain extent, as well as the sensitivity and reaction ability of avoiding flames, beams, hand cannons... Everything is beyond imagination."
"You have known for a long time that I am a servant of the Imperial Magical Battle, right?"
"Shoot the dragon and devour its wisdom--can I call you that?"
"oh?"
This sentence attracted some attention from the Demon Swordsman.
He seemed a little surprised.
"The King of Frankland, Zigmund, and the son of Suldes, the daughter of King Erime, among these brothers who are sufficiently heroic, this man is still considered the noble and powerful king of warriors."
Sherlock Holmes knew he had guessed right, took a sip of his pipe and continued.
"It is the amazing swordsman who has overcome the test of the great god to regain the magic sword of King Sigmund who has overcome the test of the great god."
“…Is this description…”
Mathus had obviously heard of the legend that Holmes said.
"The warriors who defeated the army led by King Hunting and successfully avenged their father Zigmund."
"The dragon-slaying warrior who killed Gneda Hyde's greedy and shining dragon phenomenon [Fafuna] alone."
The Demon Swordsman was already holding his chest and looked at Sherlock Holmes with an interest, looking forward to him continuing.
"Become eternal close friends with Grani, the descendant of the Supreme God Horse [Srepnier], and can control the human beings who gallop to the ends of the world."
"The great hero who swallowed the dragon's heart and gained the dragon's power and the wisdom of God."
"Your name - it's Ziegrude."
Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes.
"Keemed as the strongest hero in Nordic, he exists side by side with Ziegfei."
"...but I still have some questions."
He shook the pipe in his hand.
"Although it is known as an unparalleled existence of strange power, where does your strange power come from?"
Chapter completed!