The Endless Shuttle

"Oh? Really?"

Luo Pei tapped the ground with his cane, walked past everyone, and came to the highest podium in the entire conference hall.

The leaders of the world's darkness can only look at the black-haired young man helplessly, hoping that this inhuman person will show some mercy and let them leave here alive.

"Gentlemen, you say you'll give me whatever I want, so it'd be rude not to take anything..."

Rope said with a smile.

"I'm not greedy, just take everything from you."

On the remains of the old world and the old order, the new world will take root and thrive on it.

--Unavoidable

Chapter 84: The Church of Monsters Worshiping Demigods

The party at Wythe Manor is over.

Likewise, the SCP Foundation is largely over.

More than half of the "O5" were wiped out, and the SCP Foundation was like a snake that lost its head, leaving only the torso struggling. It won't be long before Luo Pei digests the power of those guys who are either rich or expensive, and then the power behind this world will be completely in his hands.

It was a little troublesome, but the final result of the big event did not exceed Luo Pei's expectations.

It's just a human being. Compared to his previous goal of disobeying the gods, the SCP Foundation, which is not as exaggerated in the setting, is simply unable to withstand the wrath of the demigods.

America, Los Angeles, known as the "City of Angels". Although the atmosphere of panic has spread into the bones of the city, with the coordination of the abundant police force and the military, Los Angeles has not caused major turmoil like some cities, and still maintains its superficial operation.

After all, things like the living dead are not difficult to deal with at all.

Leaving aside the pistol, an ordinary person, a bottle of wine, a rag, and a little knowledge of making Molotov cocktails, the combination of these things can completely stop a group of dead bodies.

But the evil omen has nothing to do with Luo Pei, he has no obligation to be responsible for the life and death of these irrelevant people.

"Boss, what I want to say is, can you send me some more people?"

Olsen looked at the black-haired young man holding a silver staff in a luxury seaside villa belonging to a certain "O5", his face was full of distress.

"The SCP Foundation is too huge. Even if I appoint all the sane monsters, regardless of their knowledge content and inhuman madness that can't even graduate from elementary school, they can't fill the cleared upper seats. If it weren't for that Mechanical girl, I guess I have to buy some medicine and complain about my life..."

"Did Occupy the Mask not give you an answer?"

"Holy shit!" Olsen screamed. "That toilet freak! He's obsessed with Romania now, and I want him to be a new batch of decision makers. Guess what? He's saying this" Little things" let me take care of it, as long as it doesn't leave Romania, it will obey my orders... Am I crazy, or is the world crazy? "

"Maybe it's your luck again. You can think of it as one less nasty guy vying for power with you."

"I'd rather that shit come and fight for power with me than a lot of pressure on my head now..."

Lopez turned the cane lightly in a circle, and retracted it into the white gospel.

he said to Olson.

"I will find a way to transfer the manpower to you from the Far East. During this time, I will try to squeeze out all the guys who have become slaves, and then throw them into the sea or give them to the cannibals to eat. Strictly If you follow the "old AI" charter, you won't have too many problems. "

"Well……"

Olsen was at a loss for words, and asked tentatively after a while.

"Are you sure which of the 'O5' and dignitaries won't suddenly wake up? There's even such a thing as telepathy alloys, if, I mean just in case, in case something breaks them out of control, then wouldn't we be in trouble again? "

Rope sneered.

"It's easy to break free from mental control, but if it's a physical transformation, then unless they have a great ability to change their bodies and brains, then they can only become our slaves in this life. Moreover, they are only used temporarily. Forget it, unless some of you don’t obey my orders, then they are doomed to be just a pile of corpses in the future.”

Olsen shuddered, and said with a smile: "Boss, I will absolutely obey your orders..."

Luo Pei waved his hand in annoyance, Olsen got angry no matter how the compliment came out of his mouth, and he didn't know why.

"The SCP Foundation is already half-dead, and if there is no accident, I will stay for another week or so to solve some troubles that you can't solve, such as certain "SCP containment projects." After that, Europe and North America will be left to you to take care of. This chaos may spread for a long time, so try to shorten it as much as possible. Remember, we are in charge now, so don't mess up your backyard. "

"Boss, strictly speaking, all the chaos is caused by your violence. We are just small, small, with some leftovers..."

"Are you blaming me?"

"No no no! You know, it's just a habit of mine... What's it called, atmosphere adjustment? ... Yes! Atmosphere adjustment! Haha, you can leave it to me, hot girl... I mean dark I will do my job as a world rule maker! Including spreading your faith! Praise the father of all demons!"

The dark-haired young man's unkind gaze made Lucky really panic.

But Olsen just couldn't control his mouth, and would always try to make jokes at critical moments. It may be thanks to his "luck" that he survived to such an age safely.

"Shut up, you stinky mouse..."

Rope sighed helplessly.

"Occupying the mask and the scary old man ruled Romania. After you hand over the power, you will gradually shift the focus of the new organization to that country, using Romania as your base and lair. If you want to stand upright under the sun without slaughtering humans, you need It's time, don't rush it."

"Totally understand, I'll try to fight that shit in the ring after a while."

Olsen touched his head and grinned.

"I have to say, boss, this kind of jumping up life is really exciting. You should see which researcher who arrested me once, when he saw me again, he almost peed his pants..."

— Pat!

A crisp sound of glass breaking interrupted Olson's words.

All the "people" in the living room stopped their respective tasks, and turned their cold eyes to the place where the sound came from.

It was a beautiful woman in a professional dress and black stockings. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and she sat on the ground trembling constantly.

"No, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean it sir... Please don't kill me, I'll clean it up right away..." While crying and apologizing, she picked up the glass shards on the ground with her hands, and didn't even notice it was scratched.

It's no wonder that this ordinary human woman is so flustered, she's afraid to die just by breaking a cup.

In this warm living room with a sea view, not only the two humanoid inhumans Rope and Olsen, but also other monsters exist.

The source of the gluttony that looks like a centipede; the slender and faceless Slandaman; the strong cannibal like a little giant; the ghost-faced ghost with five fingers like knives; and two twin killer hunters playing poker... …

——A veritable devil's lair.

The demigods gained the right to rule the world, and the monsters gathered before the king, serving and humbly obeying the orders.

This scene, even if a woman used to work in the SCP Foundation, she couldn't bear it. A little carelessness will turn into food. The oppressive feeling of the natural food chain of monsters makes her tremble even when she holds a glass of wine.

Especially the black-haired young man sitting in the main seat, who is obviously handsome, but puts the greatest pressure on her, and is completely different from other monsters.

Rope smiled kindly.