SCP Foundation: I Devour Everything

Mo Yu and SCP-722's attention was on this stick, and they both wanted to know what it was.

Mo Yu was outside, devouring the middle and small gods frantically, constantly providing life breath for this stick.

As the life breath of each god was cultivated on this stick, the size of this stick continued to increase.

Slowly, this stick grew to a height of one person, and it was still a stick, as thick as a baby's hand.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Mo Yu was also stunned. It didn't look like a tree.

It didn't look like a plant, either, it was just a stick.

SCP-722 was also speechless. It didn't know that it had cultivated a stick.

Moreover, the amount of life breath absorbed by this stick was very terrifying. It absorbed so much life breath to grow to a height of one person.

However, slowly, its growth rate became faster.

It seems that it was to lay the foundation before, and now that the foundation is laid, the growth rate is faster.

Mo Yu's eyes have been staring at the stick.

He stared at the stick intently, wanting to see what it will grow into.

As it continued to grow, the volume of the stick also became much larger.

Soon, it grew to 10m high, but it was still a stick.

"Stick!" Mo Yu was speechless.

He had never heard of any tree that was a stick, it was too weird.

SCP/722 didn't know what was going on either.

Mo Yu asked the system.

The system has a very rich knowledge reserve, but it has never heard of any plant that was a stick at the beginning.

"Forget it, let him grow alone. When he stops growing, you will know what he is." Mo Yu sighed.

He no longer paid attention to the stick.

His attention was focused on the zombies, demons and Zerg outside.

He kept devouring the middle gods and small gods one by one.

Soon, all the middle gods on the battlefield were devoured by him.

Then, his eyes locked on the small gods, and he wanted to kill all the small gods.

On the battlefield, the great gods and middle gods all disappeared.

All the survivors on the battlefield were stunned.

They didn't know how those great gods and middle gods disappeared.

They disappeared inexplicably, and unknowingly, the most powerful on the battlefield became small gods.

However, all the small gods were panicking at this moment.

Because they found that the other small gods disappeared inexplicably.

Until they disappeared, no one knew what happened.

Mo Yu kept devouring...

At this moment, he swept across the entire battlefield without any pressure at all.

The zombie army no longer had an advantage.

Their high-end combat power was almost completely devoured by Mo Yu.

Now, the zombies, demons and Zerg are evenly matched.

In addition, humans attacked zombies with hot weapons in the rear, and zombies gradually lost all their advantages.

"What happened?"

Although the zombie army's offensive pace was completely blocked.

However, the demons and Zerg were not happy at all.

Because not only the high-end combat power of the zombie army disappeared.

The high-end combat power on their side was also constantly disappearing.

Even the most powerful little gods were constantly decreasing at this moment.

"Be careful." Especially those little gods who survived.

At this moment, they were all very panicked.

They even hid in crowded places to avoid the unknown danger.

However, no matter where they ran, the danger would find them.

These little gods who hid in crowded places, along with the people around them, were also swallowed up.

Where Mo Yu passed, it was like a gust of wind.

When the wind passed, all the people in the original place disappeared, as if they were directly erased with an eraser, leaving no trace.

The number of small gods on the battlefield is constantly decreasing.

Whether it is zombies, demons or Zerg, they are all in panic at this moment.

Unknowingly, the number of people on the battlefield has been reduced by more than half.

On the one hand, the number of people has been reduced by three-point fighting, and on the other hand, they have been swallowed by Mo Yu.

Now, it is too easy for Mo Yu to swallow these people with his strength.

Just like stepping on a group of ants, he killed them one by one.

Soon, the last small god on the war was swallowed by Mo Yu.

So far, there is no god in the entire abyss.

After the battle without those powerful gods, the entire battlefield was instantly much quieter.

"This..."

The gods of the demons and Zerg are their leaders, and they usually command the army to fight.

However, now there is no god.

Suddenly, the armies of the demons and Zerg seemed a little leaderless.

Without a god to command them to fight, they fought in a bit of a mess.

Fortunately, the zombie army was the same.

The gods on the zombie side were all killed.

However, zombies are a little stronger than demons and Zerg.

Because there are many intelligent zombies among the zombies.

These intelligent zombies can continue to evolve, and then become the most powerful existence among the zombies, and can command the zombies within the scale.

Therefore, although there are no gods, the zombie army can still resist the joint attack of demons and Zerg.

Coupled with the attacks of humans next to them, the zombie army is still not at the bottom.

After Mo Yu swallowed all the gods on the battlefield.

His eyes were looking at the battlefield below.

Now, the demons, Zerg, and zombies all had no gods.

In his eyes, their fight was just a small fight.

No one could really devour the other completely, and he could retire with his success.

However, there was still an uncertain factor on the battlefield, that was Uncle 682.

At this moment, Uncle 682 became the only super giant creature on the battlefield.

Now, he was the largest creature on the entire battlefield.

"Brother Mo Yu ate them all..." Ziyun was stunned.

Looking back suddenly, she found that there was no trace of any gods on the battlefield.

All the gods were devoured by Mo Yu.

Therefore, Ziyun and Uncle 682 didn't know that the gods came to fight.

Creatures below the gods were of no use to them at all.

Uncle 682 sighed to the sky.

In his heart, he cursed Mo Yu for being too much, actually killing all the gods and leaving him nothing.

He wanted to devour more gods to become stronger, but now, he had no chance.

"Too much!" 682 felt wronged for the first time.