Chapter 532 Resurrection (Part 1)

The empire was established for several centuries, and Lord Dante is less than 90 years old.

The Devil's Gate appeared for several centuries. Before Lord Dante was born, humans could still survive in this world with their tenacity.

But at this moment, all people seemed to feel that the empire had collapsed.

The clouds will not change with the change of seasons. It is closer to the sun, but it is cold as winter all year round. The bright morning sun spreads on the deck, but it will only condense into a thin layer of frost. The cold wind and the brightness form the strongest contrast, so people can only feel shivering and cold backs when bathing in the light.

The search and rescue team hired by Ms. Irene Adler is undoubtedly the most professional. They are equipped with the most professional medical personnel, so people know what happened in this sky, in this airship, and in this cabin. In fact, some things can be foreseen long ago, but when they really witness this scene, people's hearts seem to stop with the slow rise and fall, and finally solidify into a shocking straight line.

From one side of the advanced display, it stretched to the other side.

Calm

Panic

Then, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. After rubbing their eyes countless times, people found that they could no longer deceive themselves. They knelt down limply and buried their faces in their hands. These people saw the old man in front of them for the first time in their lives. Their impression of him seemed to be just the heroic image of the young people wearing old steam armor standing in the square, but at this moment, they were like their own parents died.

Lord Dante is dead.

At his age, he should also die. Behind the crowd, Nightingale, with a calm face, just glanced at those people who were extremely sad, and then turned away silently.

Everyone knew that her ability could only heal injuries and diseases, but could not delay aging, so when an old man of nearly 90 died, no one would think that this death had anything to do with Nightingale, and no one knew what the two people said in this small house not long ago.

Everything was just so logical, but it came like a building collapsing.

The empire is in chaos now. In just a few months, the division of the army has caused everything to go in an uncontrollable direction.

If the news of Lord Dante's death is announced at this time, no one can predict what impact it will have on the current chaos.

Therefore, the death of this old man should be concealed for the time being.

But no one knows why, just before the airship landed, the ground received this earth-shaking news, and more than 20 newspapers in the empire actually dared to publish this matter.

It's like a long-awaited conspiracy.

But at this juncture, it is impossible for anyone to have the leisure to speculate who is hiding behind all this.

The fundamental reason for the division of the army is actually because of the appearance of the new gate of hell, and because Lord Dante went to the Elbes Mountains alone, but because of the military order, he could only be alone and could not get any rescue from the imperial military.

And now that he is dead, what will the most devout Dante followers in the army think?

Will those people cry bitterly, or go crazy on the spot?

This is a problem that people all over the world care about, and it is also a problem that the army, government, church, and those people at the top of the pyramid must care about.

However, there are also people who don't care about these problems at all.

In a remote neighborhood called Baker Street in London, there is a house that looks ordinary, but is extremely special.

No. 221B.

This place was originally no different from other rooms, but because of the people living here, it has given it special meaning.

For example, the landlord here is the current Saint of the Church.

For example, the death allegory of Augustine the Great was born here.

For example, several people in this room had a series of debates on the feasibility of the wild demon control plan.

For example, the great Miss Nightingale is on the verge of death here.

For example, the former human hero, the current wanted criminal, the great demon Sherlock Holmes who tried to destroy the empire, lives here.

With a short knock on the door, the door of the room was opened. A woman first looked at the beautiful face known to the world at the door in surprise, took a deep breath, turned around and called her husband's name.

Then, a man who was also very good-looking hurried out from the inner room. Without saying much, several people carried the huge wooden box under the steps into the house.

The woman knocking on the door was Nightingale, the person looking at the box under the steps was Irene Adler, the woman opening the door was Molly Morstan, and her husband was John Watson.

These people originally lived in different worlds. Even if there was any intersection, it was impossible for them to be tightly gathered together like now.

And the reason why they were familiar with each other was entirely because of that man.

The lid of the wooden box was opened, and thick foam and sawdust were pulled out. The body bag hidden underneath was opened, and a calm and cold face appeared in front of everyone.

Although they had known that this would be the result, it was still difficult for several people to accept it when they saw the body.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes died just like that?

People will die, even Dante will die, and Sherlock will of course die too.

But the dead should be buried in the soil, cremated, and the ashes carefully collected in boxes, or simply scattered in rivers and winds.

In short, the dead should not be secretly carried to this place.

Watson stretched out his hand and felt the pulse of the corpse. The corpse definitely had no pulse, so he looked at Nightingale solemnly.

"He is already dead, does your ability still have an effect on him?"

Nightingale shook her head.

"It probably has no effect." She said, but suddenly the topic changed:

"But you should still remember that there was an old man who wanted to kill me before, and we stopped him here. And when he gave up his original plan, he once told me...

I have the ability to change the direction of this world.

After that, I went to the battlefield and saved many people, but I was still just saving people. The direction of the world would not change in any way because of the lives and deaths of those people. "

Having said this, Nightingale looked at the lifeless face.

“I have never been a person who believed in fate, so I never took the old man’s words to heart.

But if it concerns Sherlock, I should give it a try."