Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

The footsteps were synchronized, unlike the secret police officers from the Security Bureau that Fren had seen before.

It's the army.

The footsteps grew closer, clearly heading this way.

A broad, imposing figure broke through the shadows of the woods, his presence even more imposing than the dense forest itself. "John, it's been a long time."

The person was over 210cm tall, and his voice, deliberately lowered in the jungle, sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Walkins, it's been a long time." Watson went up to him and hugged him.

Fren felt that this man's fist was almost as big as Watson's head.

"This is Captain John Watson of the 5th Flintlock Regiment in Northumberland. His profession in the army is a doctor," the major said to the nearly one hundred soldiers behind him. "You guys are really lucky to have managed to earn a military merit in Berlin."

Watson turned around and introduced him to Charlotte and Fren: "Wezley Watkins is my comrade-in-arms on the front lines of the New World. He is now a major in the Army Command."

The Northumberon Fusiliers were created by the emperor at the time of the founding of the nation, and there were six of them.

Initially, they used a simple alchemical flintlock pistol. Later, as the firearms evolved, the name was never changed.

Those who entered Northumberland after the founding of the nation were undoubtedly the best of the best snipers. Their身影 (figures/presence) were always seen in the most war-torn areas. Captain Watson, for example, had fought his way up in the flames of war.

In addition, given his naturally favorable image as a military doctor, the soldiers looked at Watson with respect and approval.

The difficulty of earning military merit at the border and in Berlin is naturally not the same. For them, any robbery of a scale that requires the use of the army is like a New Year's celebration.

"Is this all there is?" Furen felt that with the army mobilized, perhaps there weren't enough people.

We should use sheer numbers to launch a devastating attack.

Bring out the Italian cannon!

"That applies to situations on the border." Sherlock knew what Fren meant, but just shook his head. "All the blood and death were left behind in the branch laboratory."

The headquarters laboratory houses outstanding experimental subjects sent from various regions, and these children are kept in the laboratory for education and development of their abilities.

Everything was meticulously prepared; there was even an underground hospital and playground for children. Many renowned professors and scholars of mysticism would come here to provide guidance. If anything were to happen to these people, it would be a truly serious matter.

Charlotte has antisocial tendencies, but she has not yet become a lawless madwoman and will not launch indiscriminate attacks.

Leaving aside the workers in the surface mines who knew nothing, even underground, there were many innocent workers, doctors, and scholars.

"The information on all members of this criminal organization is now complete." Major Watkins nodded to the Holmes brothers and explained the current situation. "The members of the organization currently in the underground laboratory who are capable of resisting can be dealt with without injury by the men I brought."

Major Watkins was aware of the existence of this laboratory, as it had previously recruited scholars to develop the abilities of these children.

They said these children with superpowers were either orphans or brought to the lab with their parents' permission.

In addition, the underground facilities are very well-equipped, and there is no indication of child abuse, so this laboratory has always been widely praised.

Little did I know that hidden beneath such a glamorous exterior lay flesh and blood, and death.

Just as rotting corpses beneath the soil can nourish vibrant flowers, what appears to be a laboratory combining childcare facilities and charities is, in reality, rife with sin and bloodshed.

Major Watkins is blessed by both good and evil gods, which is why he has repeatedly achieved great feats on the battlefield. He was promoted to major before he was even thirty years old, a rather astonishing speed of advancement.

Few people know that the evil god who blessed Major Watkins was "Warrior".

This is an evil god that can directly amplify combat power.

The young and promising major, blessed by the god of light and the warriors, needs to constantly control his emotions.

When Furen saw Major Watkins's entry, especially the evil god named "Warrior," he was stunned for a moment.

In the warp, warriors and benevolent fathers are roughly equal in status.

There is also information about this evil god in the basement of Holmes's study.

From the information Fren already possessed, he knew that the Warrior's Blessing granted keen intuition and greater control over one's body, allowing the blessed individual to charge forward fearlessly in battle. It also bestowed upon the recipient a clear mind; some mind-bending abilities were unlikely to be effective against those blessed by the Warrior.

It sounds like a weaker version of Fren's [Leakage] trait, but keenness brings sensitivity. The Warrior's Blessed One is difficult to be influenced by the outside world, but his own emotions fluctuate greatly.

To put it nicely, they are passionate people; to put it bluntly, they are brainless and prone to extreme emotions.

The hero who is mired in the mire will allow his emotions to affect him.

When Freun saw the description in the book, he was not surprised at all.

If the benevolent father is Nurgle, then this one must be Khorne.

At this moment, Major Watkins was recalling the information his old comrade-in-arms Watson had given him.

Looking at the descriptions and photos in the documents, Major Watkins thought of his 1.2-meter-tall son.

His son is not even 5 years old, and not much older than the child in the photo.

The sensitive, warrior-blessing figure couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like if his own son were treated this way...

Major Watkins, seething with murderous intent and rage, smiled and said goodbye to Watson, telling them to wait half an hour before entering the underground laboratory.

He wanted to personally lead the team to attack.

"I think you should have figured it out by now," Furen asked hesitantly, considering Sherlock's intelligence.

"Why are you using such an uncertain tone?" Sherlock didn't answer Fren's question directly, but frowned. "Do you think I shouldn't have been able to tell?"

Sherlock was unhappy. As soon as he saw Major Watkins, he deduced that the major had received the blessing of a warrior.

But the fact that his younger brother questioned his abilities displeased Sherlock, as his authority as the elder brother had been challenged.

Fren didn't explain why, but it was better not to tell him that Sherlock was the least intelligent of the four Holmes children.

"What about the rest?" Fren thought of what Major Watkins had said: there were only a portion of the criminal organization members here.

"Leave it to the professionals." Sherlock didn't say who, as he felt that Furen didn't need to know about the existence of the assassin organization at the moment.

...

Meanwhile, in a building in Berlin.

A young woman in a long black dress gracefully stepped out of the elevator.

During the day, she is Miss Joel from the city hall, seemingly innocent and naive.

That evening, dressed in an elegant, luxurious, and sophisticated black dress, she addressed the guard, "Where is Chairman Ross? I am tonight's technician."

Under the guards' undisguised greedy gaze, Miss Joel lowered her eyes and walked toward the designated room.

"The chairman really knows how to have fun today."

"Yes, it looks like a thorny rose. I really want to pull out all the thorns and savor the flower."