The Endless Shuttle

The darkness in the crack was dispelled, and the heat evaporated the surrounding earth.

Click, click...

SCP-173's shell is completely shattered.

In the darkness in the flames, before Luo Pei saw what was bound in the statue, black smoke like a tide spewed out.

Lopez, the wreckage of the building, and a large area of ​​grass on the outskirts were all included.

Everything was dragged into the world shrouded in black mist by 173!

...

Looking at the world of black mist in front of him, Wingate Peasley opened his mouth in disbelief.

Not far from the building where SCP-173 fell, more than 30 elite task forces guarded their supreme leader, and they also watched in amazement at the place where the containment failure occurred, which was a normal scene just now.

The old man in a fine suit was dizzy for a while, and he immediately pulled the collar of Kevin sitting next to him, and growled angrily.

"Kevin! Tell me! Does SCP-173 have this ability?!"

"I have no idea……"

The doctor wearing glasses was also flustered. He kept typing on the notebook on his lap, searching for all information about SCP-173 with advanced permissions.

"There is no record in the experiments of the foundation of this department. This is the first time that such a mutation has occurred in SCP-173..."

"Damn it, those mentally retarded people in the council actually classify this thing as "Euclid"? ! "

Wingate growled even more angrily, scolding his superiors, the leaders of the O5 council, without concealing it from his subordinates.

"...I don't know, Wingate."

Kevin's face was pale, and he could only repeat what he had said before facing his old friend's questioning.

"Damn it!"

Wingate also realized that this matter had nothing to do with Kevin, loosened his collar, and slammed the window hard.

"I should stick to the task force... I can't lose Lord Rope... It's been too long, Kevin, I've lived in pain for too long. My wife left me, and my son preceded me Old age and death, the collapse of the human world is imminent, this is my only hope of salvation..."

He held his head and murmured in pain.

Kevin didn't have time to deal with Wingate. He scanned every experiment record of the Foundation on SCP-173, trying to find clues that could explain the current situation.

Suddenly, Kevin's fingers tapping the computer stopped.

"……found it."

"What is it?"

"Experiment Log-T-98816-OC108-682. It is a record of the SCP interactive termination experiment on SCP-682."

Kevin whispered the records on the computer.

"SCP-682 was introduced into SCP-173's containment area. SCP-682 let out several ear-piercing screams, then quickly squeezed itself against the wall farthest from SCP-173, staring at it. SCP- 682 continued to stare at SCP-173 for six hours without blinking. Agents armed with high-caliber sniper rifles were dispatched to shoot SCP-682's eyes blind...Afterwards, SCP-682 evolved more eyes, and in the eyes As such, SCP-682 continued to observe SCP-173 for twelve hours. Until SCP-682 was allowed to exit the containment area and be re-contained in interim containment procedures."

"What does that lizard's execution test have to do with the current situation?"

"SCP-682 is afraid of SCP-173."

Kevin's face turned even paler.

"I know the power of 682. In theory, even if 173's concrete body can't be blown apart by a rocket, 682 should be able to smash it with a little effort. But 682 did not destroy 173 in any way, and the injury was only passive. Defensive..."

"so what?"

"The reason why the beast of survival and evolution is unwilling to do anything is probably because 682 knows that if it destroys 173, it will evolve into a situation it cannot bear... There is something under the concrete shell of 173."

An old man in glasses looks at the area shrouded in black mist.

"I'm afraid Mr. Rope has opened the shell of 173."

——The thing that can make 682 afraid ran out.

"Useless intelligence," Wingate spat.

"What should I do if this situation didn't happen in the records? Could it be that I just watched His Excellency Luo Pei's life and death unknown in the black mist?!"

"... Let's surround this place."

Kevin sighed and closed his notebook.

"Human beings are weak, especially in the face of such terrible monsters... But Mr. Luo Pei is not human, so we can only believe in his strength. Wingate, Mr. Luo Pei, you know best, after all, you are fighting with What is he conspiring with, don't you believe him?"

"..."

Reminiscent of the horror of the Great Mystic and the evil gods shaking the starry sky outside the territory, Wingate calmed down.

For a long time, Wingate silently waved his hand to the task force leader, motioning them to carry out Kevin's order. High-quality elite contingents surrounded the world of black mist, rapidly deploying weapons of mass destruction for the final defense.

— A restless day.

Chapter 45: The gap between dreams and reality

In the black mist, there is no direction to speak of.

As stated in Chapter 1, Section 2 of "Old Testament. Genesis", the void is chaotic, and the face of the abyss is dark. It is perfectly appropriate to describe this world of black mist created by SCP-173.

Luo Pei has the illusion of being immersed in water, but as a "water" attribute, he clearly knows that the surroundings are not lakes and oceans.

Turning his head to look around, there is no light for illumination around, and even the rubble and debris that were swallowed together disappeared in the world of black mist. The black-haired young man wanted to move, but his body was firmly fixed in place. No matter how much force he used, it was as if a bull had plunged into the sea, and even the magic power in his body faintly spread outward.

'It is absorbing your strength. '

Azalea said.

‘It’s not fast, and it’s not big, but this guy can take power from your body, so be careful. '

"This situation means that I have come to its territory. Here, if the statue doesn't do something, I will feel strange."

Rope said in a calm tone.

"I don't care about this bit of power. If it likes it, take it, and I will make it spit out twice as soon."

But that being said, if you don't do something and wait here, obviously you won't let that imaginary "immediately" come.

The white-gold saber of salvation was still clutched in his hand, and the light on the blade was so dim that it was almost impossible to detect. Immediately, Luo Pei tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, and the radiant light of the magic knife shone brightly in the dark space.