The Endless Shuttle

The atmosphere froze, and after a while, Tomie Kawakami, who could not come to a conclusion, waved his hand.

"I see, you guys go back. When Luo Pei contacts me again, I will ask him about this matter... Oh yes, compared to such trivial matters, I have taken a fancy to the famous sword Suzumaru Tsuneji, you guys Bring it here for me. I just feel that the table is empty, and I need to put something else..."

This kind of... trivial matter?

The Sanwei masks sighed helplessly in their hearts at the same time, their mistress and His Royal Highness Luo Pei, who was serious and powerful, were simply two extremes, completely vain women.

"We get it..."

The three-flavored mask smiled wryly.

Umbrella God looked at Akiba Rumiho who was in a daze and dared not speak, he hesitated for a moment, then transformed into a spirit body on the spot, and stood behind Akiba Rumiho.

After Abel's accident, it didn't dare to desert again this time.

The epidemic doctor did not leave with the three-flavored mask, and Fu Jiang's face was expressionless.

"Do you know where Rope is?"

Fu Jiang obviously didn't intend to continue the conversation, and he didn't even look at the epidemic doctor, so he said perfunctorily.

"Who knows. He was in the United States when I was on the phone, who knows where he is now... Anyway, he is wandering around in Europe or North America, and there are a lot of things caused by watching TV..."

The blond lady was silent.

——It seems that it is really difficult for her simple wish to be fulfilled.

"But don't worry, he will probably be back soon... That's what he said on the phone." Fu Jiang added.

"Since that's the case, if you don't suggest it, let us arrange a place for you, right? It's a gift for you to join us." "Nu" said.

"No, I don't need to..."

The epidemic doctor subconsciously refused.

"I have to go to this city to find patients, and remember them, to prepare for future treatment..."

People have made a decision, and the three-flavored mask is naturally not easy to force.

"As long as you make trouble like that woman."

"I will restrain myself."

The plague doctor said so, but if she was asked to restrain her desire to help humans, even she herself didn't believe it.

Surely they will do it because they don't want the "plague" to torture humans?

"that……"

Akiba Rumiho couldn't help but raised her hand, interjecting into the conversation of the monsters.

She sneered, and the few glances made the girl feel pressure from the bottom of her heart.

"Although this question seems out of place, but... what is the identity of Mr. Luo Pei?"

The three-flavored mask looked at each other and finally said.

"Our 'father'. "

"well?!"

So on this day, Rumiho Akiba not only met the strange creature in the ghost story again, but also learned the truth about the fact that Lopena avoided talking about his name.

——The true meaning of the father of all demons.

Chapter 79 The spark of divinity being ignited!

More than two months is not much for ordinary people, but for Luo Pei, who has the status of a godslayer and a great mystic, it is enough to turn the world upside down.

Faced with the continuous fall of the Containment Zone and the loss of more and more SCP containment, it is not that the Foundation has not thought of a more vigorous counterattack. They even violated their own principles, and took out those SCP items that were still under strict containment to target Luo Pei, but almost all of them were stealing chickens without losing money.

Just like SCP-096 "Shy Man" not only failed to kill Rope who had seen its appearance, but caused heavy casualties to the Foundation's task force. SCP-151 "Deep Sea Painting" was torn to pieces on the spot by black-haired inhumans, and no longer has the property of drowning those who look directly at it. The terrible "voodoo curse", SCP-528 can't print the face of a black-haired inhuman at all, and has a tendency to become deformed and moldy...

This caused an atmosphere of despair to spread from the top to the bottom of the SCP Foundation.

"Entrepreneurs" are pulling the bottom out of the economy, and new SCP projects are constantly joining the camp of black-haired inhumans. The Foundation is very busy, not to mention those living dead who are always ready to wake up from the cemetery and threaten ordinary people. This strong "sentinel" protecting human beings is on the verge of collapse.

But fortunately, the foundation of the world organization for hundreds of years is still there, and various interest relationships are like intricate roots of a big tree, barely maintaining the most basic actions of the SCP Foundation.

However, it is only temporary.

The "O5" within the foundation has already put forward the frenzied proposal of nuclear bomb cleansing. I believe that it will not be long before the upper echelons will completely become radical due to pressure.

— Radical is the prelude to death.

As for SCP-239 "Witch Maiden"?

Under the arrangement of "God", even in this emergency situation, no one in the Foundation thought of this young "Keter"-level subject who wished to come true...

She is well protected by SCP-343.

...

New York, the underground of a cosmopolitan city.

Now, the black-haired young man code-named "Destroyer" and "God of Doom" by the foundation and high-level officials of various countries is staying here quietly. The wreckage of the high-tech underground city coded "SCP-110" has become the base of Rope and many monsters. The SCP Foundation didn't even notice it. Under the control of various minds, the troops and researchers stationed here Report everything is fine.

"Sir, I think you need a glass of orange juice."

Luo Pei opened his eyes a little, and looked at the mechanical arm that was handing the orange juice.

"SCP-079", codenamed "Old AI".

This is an artificial intelligence born from a simple computer, which is closely guarded by the Foundation. Since the black-haired youth liberated it from the "A15 Inclusion Zone", the "old AI" has gained freedom and new life in the ruined technology of this underground city .

Therefore, the mechanical soul respects Rope very much.

"I don't need orange juice," said Rope. "After you initially took over the computers, what is the integrity rate of the city's equipment?"

"Less than one ten-thousandth. Except for this half-damaged main computer, there are only these simple intelligent robotic arms left." "Old AI" said in a mechanical voice.

"Sir, you should place me in the human network. Give me time, except for those purely mechanical equipment, I should be able to control anything connected to the network...including the most powerful weapon in human society, This will help you."

"I didn't release you for the purpose of destroying mankind."

Rope looked at the space outside the hole filled with artificial light.

He was sitting on the wreckage of the tallest building in the underground city, wearing a water-like Victorian windbreaker, and in his right hand was a silver threaded cane made of "psychoblock alloy". The luster of this metal is very beautiful, just the first time I saw it, I immediately liked it and became his personal collection.