The Endless Shuttle

"Sir, Olsen and his subordinates still have eighteen minutes to arrive here. According to the surveillance data, humans who are suspected members of the "O5 Council" have appeared around Wythe Manor. "

The words of the "old AI" made Luo Pei end his long thinking. He tidied up his suit and pushed open the door of the extended Lincoln.

There was a crisp sound between the silver-white threaded cane and the ground. In front of the black-haired youth, in the forest on the street corner, more than fifty ghosts stood quietly, staring at the pair of sights that made human beings shudder. Their king, offer sincere loyalty and humility.

Demigod. Father of all demons!

PS:

Does anyone of you have a translation of "The One Who Treads the Dust"? What I found was the second translation of the Japanese version, which didn’t feel quite right. It was Cthulhu Mythos created by C.A. Smith.

Chapter 82 Humans, monsters, the world is ruled by demigods!

The monsters were summoned by the king, and Olsen, who was one of the chief generals and cadres, was not too late.

Accompanied by a phantom mist, an unshaven Caucasian male in casual clothes appeared in front of Lopez, followed by several humanoid monsters as unnecessary bodyguards.

The former SCP-181, the luckiest man in the world, after experiencing the war and the change of his own camp, the cynicism buried in his bones is much less, and it is replaced by a feeling of vicissitudes, which makes people unbelievable. Just a few months of change.

"Boss."

Olsen nodded to Luo Pei, but the title has not changed.

He took out the binoculars casually, looked at the ordinary manor in the distance, and frowned in disgust.

"Are those bastard 'O5's here? Please watch it quietly, sip a glass of red wine slowly, I will take my subordinates and send them to the moon with a few C4s..."

"It seems the war has changed you quite a bit, Olsen."

Luo Pei looked at the white male with relief.

This crispness was impossible to have when the two first met. At that time, Olsen was just a rogue tramp, and the war had matured him a lot.

The white male shrugged.

"Gunship helicopters as numerous as stars, wave after wave of special operations forces, sneaking dangerously into the enemy's headquarters, coordinating the private conflicts of those monsters... Although it was difficult, they all survived. In addition, see Get up, you didn't call us here for a general attack?"

"Today, I will do it myself. I called you here for other purposes."

Leaning on a silver cane, Luo Pei walked towards the end of the ramp, looking at the Wess Manor where more and more luxury cars were gradually increasing.

Not only the "Red Right Hands" who were hidden in the dark and detected by him, but also the private soldiers brought by the leaders of various organizations, in groups, densely packed, gradually expanding the security and security area of ​​Wiss Manor.

With super eyesight, the black-haired youth even saw an American general who often appeared on TV.

Gathered here are all the small group of people who enjoy the supreme power of the human race. They came for their own interests and the common crisis of mankind, but they were destined to perish here.

Rope said.

"Olsen, I never thought of destroying the human race, but I have to get rid of the arrogant and nosy SCP foundation. But in this way, without the constraints of the dark world rules, not only those irrational and untamed Beasts, even human beings will start wars in their own situations, human beings are creatures that like to kill each other the most, and every time the rules are broken, there is blood, and this time is no exception."

"This is just the birth pain of the new world, which will come sooner or later."

Olsen's eyes were deep, and his words were cold and ruthless.

This is the so-called butt determines the mind. When Olsen thinks that he does not belong to human beings, he will naturally think as an alien.

The corners of Luo Pei's mouth raised upwards, revealing a meaningful smile.

"What if the labor pains represent 'World War III'? You must know more news than I do, the current international situation is already on the edge of a cliff, just a slight push, and you will fall into the abyss of war..."

World War III.

This word made Olson's eyes flustered for a moment, because the life under this word would be counted in tens or billions.

Now that nuclear bombs are popular, this statement is no exaggeration.

Taking a deep breath, Olsen said firmly.

"...Even the ruins and wreckage are much stronger than the fact that we are suppressed by humans and have no living soil."

"Qualified monster, Olson!"

Rope clapped happily.

But before Olsen responded to the smile, the black-haired youth's voice turned sharply, as cold as winter.

"But, I won't allow it."

"Boss...?"

"I don't fear war, and I don't care how many people die. I have my own plans, and World War III will affect my plans and cause me many, many, many problems."

Luo Pei turned around and walked slowly towards the direction of Weiss Manor.

"Old AI", Olsen, and the monsters hurriedly followed their king in their own ways.

"Change your thinking. After the SCP Foundation is destroyed, it will leave an excellent organizational framework. Occupy it, dominate it, and you will also have the soil for survival. When rewriting the order of the new world is in our hands , then human beings are just insignificant things, we have a long time to let the aliens appear under the sun in a fair manner."

Massacre "O5", massacre Task Force, massacre field agents, massacre researchers...

Will this organization disappear after all the members of the SCP Foundation are massacred? Will the monsters get what they want?

No, countless blood called "humans" will fill in, and they will re-provoke the work of the dead of the SCP Foundation even in terrible wars, trying to get the monsters back in their cages, and bring peace to this world again This is the inevitable future.

But if that blood is turned into a "monster", and the positions of domination and domination of humans and aliens are reversed, everything will be different.

It is equivalent to saying that Rope's approach can completely rule the largest area with the smallest amount of damage - he will become the common king of humans and monsters.

This will not only not affect the peace of Tokyo, his most important territory, but also will not hinder the promise he once made to SCP-343 "God".

Now the secret "O5" and the gathering of many leaders are undoubtedly the perfect opportunity for implementation.

"Are we going to do the same thing as the SCP Foundation?"

Olson frowned, his favorability for the SCP Foundation was completely the lowest negative value, and he couldn't even accept "similarity".

"That's what you have to think about." Rope smiled.

"At that time, you will become the decision maker of the new organization. To be honest, among my subordinates, I am most optimistic about two rational guys. One is you, and the other is Occupy Mask. But Occupy Mask is too extreme and crazy, Not fit to be a leader, but Olsen you are very good."

"where."

Olsen bowed his head respectfully.

"You are the one with the most wisdom and strength. If it weren't for you, we would still be in prison waiting for the SCP Foundation to explain. The most suitable decision maker and leader is you..."

"Have you ever seen a god personally commanding its believers?"