The Endless Shuttle

In Kevin's thinking, those rules are nothing compared to human life.

Luo Pei reached out to take the file, glanced at it casually, and threw the confidential file to a certain soldier like garbage.

"Take your doctor for treatment, I don't need these things."

"you……"

"Doctor, you can call me Rope."

The black-haired young man turned his head away, waved lightly, and signaled the soldiers to leave.

The soldiers saluted Luo Pei silently.

Although their intuition told them that this black-haired young man was not a human being and might be something like a containment object, it is an indisputable fact that the other party saved them and faced SCP-682 alone. tribute.

With continuous retreat, the door of the special alloy was closed.

In the empty cave, only 682 and Luo Pei are left.

With a light leap, the black-haired youth jumped down from the high platform, standing on the same plane as the vigilant lizard. 682 was less than twenty meters away from him, warning Luo Pei not to act rashly with a terrifying grunt.

At the same time, 682's body is gradually changing.

The scale armor reorganized tens of thousands of times in an instant, emitting a faint fluorescence, and the glowing scales in the eyes of truth resisted the magic power in the atmosphere. The muscles of its body also swelled, and it looked twice as big as before.

Luo Pei frowned and asked incredulously.

"You judged my "power"? "

Although it is only a basic protection, it is undoubtedly an "evolution" for him.

Just like instinct, there are many examples of SCP-682 self-evolving protective measures before other SCPs attack it in the data in Rope's mind. Every time 682 relies on this terrible talent to get rid of those exaggerated SCPs again and again. The men survived, thus becoming one of the Foundation's most troublesome projects.

The "beast of evolution" lives up to its name.

Rope grinned and said with a smile.

"Little lizard, you make me look forward to it."

If it can continue to "evolve", then SCP-682 will be an excellent sandbag to calm his desire to fight the Nephilim.

"Go... go..."

A language that can be understood by humans ran out of the lizard's big mouth.

"It's not... a disgusting human being... Get out of my sight quickly... This place has nothing to do with you!"

"I'm afraid not."

Luo Pei unbuttoned his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, as if he was about to flex his muscles.

"Now you have only two choices, one is to go back to the cage by yourself, and the other is to send you back to the cage after beating you half dead."

"—"

There was a roar that pierced the eardrums.

After a short conversation, SCP-682 understood the decisive difference between the human-looking creature before it and its fellow restraints.

This time, it is not something that can be solved by avoiding war and protecting yourself.

It has had enough of being restrained by gut bags (humans), and the weakness of the containment site made it determined to escape from here.

The savage battle began in an instant.

Like an armored chariot, the giant lizard rushed towards Rope at a speed that didn't match its size, and opened its mouth wide. There is no doubt that with the bite force of 682, even special alloys will not last long under its sharp teeth.

- Boom!

Luo Pei supported 682's upper and lower jaws with both hands, and the whole person kept retreating under the action of force. His legs plowed two deep furrows, and his back hit the rock wall.

"Not enough, your "evolved" strength is not enough..."

Luo Pei smiled cruelly, and began to use his hands to turn 682's huge body over.

The violent force of the adult Nephilim erupted, causing the strong bones of the lizard's head to make toothache sounds, and 682's roar turned into a painful whine.

"Do you want to kill me? Want to leave here? Then continue to show your abilities, and quickly "evolve" to a position where you can fight on an equal footing with me!" otherwise……"

—— "Secret Technique. Feast of Hunger"

Five blue light spots appeared out of thin air, surrounding 682 from the center of its body.

The light is connected into a line, and the line passes through the lizard's body. With a speed that cannot be caught by the human naked eye, the lizard in front of Luo Pei was neatly divided into pieces with more than two digits in the blink of an eye.

682 let out a miserable roar, and fell into the quietest silence since it broke free from containment.

But immediately, as if to prove its title of "undead", signs of life revived.

The blood of unknown composition ran wild, linking all the fragments of the Immortal Lizard together, and reorganized its body.

Not only that, 682's head also grew hard horns, and its body further enlarged. Except for the lack of wings, it was almost equal to the giant dragon described in fantasy novels.

When Luo Pei repeated his tricks and wanted to divide 682, he found that it had changed the basic composition of the body and turned into something similar to liquid.

——No matter how sharp a knife is, it cannot cut through the water.

682 waved its claws, and knocked out Luo Pei, who was still in a daze of curiosity, far away, and embedded it into the rock. But then, it took a heavy punch from the unscathed Luo Pei, and cracks appeared in the scales.

In this way, a lizard, a Nephilim, fell into the most primitive struggle in the cave.

Hitting, smashing, biting, tearing, wagging tails—

Mutual exchange.

Luo Pei was indulging in this real violence, and the excitement hidden in his pupils became more and more obvious, until finally there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But 682 is different. Even though it keeps evolving in the battle, it is already at a disadvantage in battle. Because the black-haired young man in front of him has the same characteristics as it, he managed to inflict a little injury and recover immediately, and the other party obviously regenerated more easily than himself.

The "blood of war" of adult Nephilim makes SCP-682 despair.

—Click it!

I don't know how many times he defeated 682's body, Luo Pei let out a mouthful of foul air.

"I have to say, it was really a joyful battle. I haven't had such a joyful battle in a long time, 682."

The lizard was constantly regenerating, its only remaining dark eyes stared at Rope angrily, and its damaged throat made intermittent cursing sounds.