The Great Demon Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 39: My Domain (Part 2)

Sherlock observed for a while longer. With his observational and analytical abilities, he could easily tell that the dog had been suddenly startled by some force when it stepped into the room and touched the area where its caterpillar had crawled.

But he couldn't understand the reason…

So, the curious detective slowly extended two fingers… and then pinched the dog's drooping eyeball.

Slowly applying pressure…

The carrion dog immediately erupted in an even more violent tremor, emitting faint, almost inaudible whimpers from its rotting throat. It was clear the dog was uncomfortable, but it still dared not move.

Until a soft 'splat!' sounded, the dog shuddered violently, but still didn't move!

Sherlock thought for a moment, then curiously began poking at other parts of the dog, perhaps a little too hard… Anyway, after all that fiddling, the dog's eye rolled back, and it collapsed to the ground in agony, completely lifeless.

Throughout this entire process, it dared not move an inch, as if its largely unintelligent brain was constantly reminding itself: Don't move, don't anger some terrifying being, or… something far worse than death would happen.

"Hiss… what's going on?" Sherlock looked at the corpse of the carrion dog, scratched his head, and keenly realized: Could it be that the place his little bug crawled over had some kind of [domain effect]?

Before his thoughts settled, the footsteps outside the door grew closer.

Probably because he had entered the domain, causing the demons outside to lose their scent, or for some other reason;

In any case, the other carrion dogs, attracted by their companion's roar, seemed unable to find Sherlock's location. They lingered outside for a while before finally spotting their target.

These creatures, whose brains were mostly rotten, didn't realize anything was wrong upon seeing their companion's corpse. They just barked wildly and pounced, swishing their jaws.

There were three dogs in total. The first two, being more healthy and faster, rushed into the room in the blink of an eye.

But... just like their predecessor who had just died tragically, they froze on the spot the moment they stepped into the room, their eyes fixed straight ahead as if they had witnessed something absolutely horrifying.

The last one was thinner, with one leg rotting down to its rear, causing it to limp and practically hop up the stairs on three legs.

Because it was slower, and with the two of its kind standing in the doorway blocking most of the space, the last dog didn't rush in. Instead, it stood at the doorway, only the tip of its outstretched paw barely touching the edge of the area, a fleeting swipe.

However... even this seemingly insignificant touch, in an instant!, made it feel the most terrifying, the most chilling gaze it had ever experienced in its entire life as a carrion dog!

A gaze! It didn't even know what was watching it; it only knew that that fleeting glance filled it with a despair and terror that felt as if its very soul had been boiled.

Without a second thought, the carrion dog turned to flee.

Perhaps because it hadn't truly entered Sherlock's domain, or perhaps because it had overcome the oppressive force emanating from the depths of its soul, it ran, recklessly and frantically, towards a direction it neither knew nor cared about!

But the very next second it fled.

A tentacle!!

Falling from the sky!!!

Yes, falling from the sky! Or, to be more precise, it was the sun hanging in the sky that felt a certain displeasure at the escape of this pitiful, weak demon on the ground. It swung one of its thousands of tentacles, slicing through an immeasurable distance, instantly reaching the skies above London from the boundless darkness of the universe, piercing the atmosphere, clouds, smoke, and scorching flames above this bustling city, descending upon the earth in a manner utterly unimaginable to humankind.

From a distance, this tentacle would surely be as thick as a mountain, a colossal object with a diameter of hundreds of thousands of kilometers. However, when it actually landed, it was discovered that the tip of the tentacle was incredibly slender.

So slender that it precisely pierced the skull of the fleeing carrion dog!

In an instant, the carrion dog began to convulse violently, as if suffering some kind of despair and pain, its body unable to withstand the agony, desperately trying to sever itself from its head with brute force!

But it failed.

The tentacle descended eerily and massively in an instant, then retreated back into the sky, sweeping away the wretched demon as well.

Sherlock stared blankly at this scene.

Ever since participating in the investiture ceremony and establishing a connection with that useless little worm, his dreams had undergone a dramatic transformation, almost every sleep bringing him an unprecedented sense of shock!

So much so that after witnessing the scene that was completely incomprehensible to reason, he didn't remain stunned for long, but rather… readily accepted it.

He was simply curious, wondering if the dog had truly been taken to that terrifying sun in this way? If so, what would it experience?

And why did this phenomenon occur? Could the sun in the sky... be helping him?

And in those few seconds of his contemplation...

his contracted worm seemed quite happy and lively, squelching and crawling towards the corpse of the dead, rotting dog.

Then... it burrowed into the hole in the eye socket...