Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The latter didn't care about it, her breathing became heavier and heavier with Rope's footsteps, as if she was about to lose control of some impulses.

"I'd love to say that my target wasn't you, but surely you didn't come here to hear this?"

Rope stopped and laughed.

The blank "gold" gathered in his right hand and turned into an orthodox Western straight sword.

The black-haired youth pointed his sword at Abel from afar, and the meaning expressed was self-evident.

The tall slender woman was stunned for a moment, and then she restrained her excited expression. She stretched out her hand and pulled out a huge black sickle of the same length from the tiny crack in the space, and returned the salute with the manners of an ancient Semitic warrior solemnly and earnestly.

- The battle of real warriors and warriors.

This is also what Abel has been craving most since his recovery.

Holding the non-reflective black sickle, she felt the blood in her entire body burning.

"Sending me in front of you is the best thing that group of humans has ever done."

Abel whispered.

"I can hear, I can hear the voice of the power in your body... You will be my strongest enemy, and for this I will pay the highest respect before the war. May your battle with me give you A trace of peace in this absurd world!"

"I'm in a hurry..."

Rope disappeared from the spot.

Abel seemed to have eyes on his back. One leaned over and put the back of the scythe on his back, firmly blocking the straight golden sword from top to bottom.

- bang.

The floor on which the tall slender woman stood was full of cracks, but she perfectly blocked Ropey's attack. It can be seen that even if her physical strength is not comparable to that of Ropey, it is not far behind.

"So, let's start quickly." Rope said lightly.

"……as you wish."

Abel closed his eyes.

When she opened it again, she no longer had any extra feelings.

Chapter [-] Cthulhu's Great Mystic will eventually hunt humans

The encounter between the monster and the great mystic, Abel called it "the real battle of warriors and warriors".But in Rope's view, this is not a battle of equals at all.

It's just his unilateral abuse.

It is true that the martial arts, speed and strength of Semitic women are all the best choices, but it is still too far from the existence of Rope.Even though he enjoyed the battle and the scars, Abel, who was like a berserker, was still no match for the black-haired youth.

In the five rounds of the fight, in the seventeenth move, Ropey's golden sword penetrated Abel's heart precisely.

The entire time spent did not exceed five minutes.

"cough……"

The tall slender woman was half-kneeling on the ground, blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, but she swallowed it back with perseverance.

In her eyes, the flame was burning, and even if it was penetrated through her heart, it did not weaken.

"It's not over yet... How can such a rare battle just "go back" like this..."

Abel held the sharp blade in his right hand and stood up against Rope's pressure.

"You must think so too!"

Take a step forward and keep fighting even if your heart stops beating.The edge of the jet-black sickle turned into a streamer, running towards Ropey's neck.

The black-haired youth sighed and avoided the slash just by withdrawing his sword.

"As I said, I don't really want to fight with you, Abel. Not using abilities and only hand-to-hand combat is for the sake of your pure soul. If you continue, I will make this battle of yours completely unnecessary. No fun at all. Let's just fall to the ground here, our battle is over." Rope said flatly.

"No!"

Abel's wild beauty twisted.

"No mercy, don't humiliate me! Go all out, don't talk nonsense if you're a warrior!"

The wound has not healed, and Abel is not a monster with regeneration ability, and her "recovery" is more unique.Like the "SCP-076" report, she consists of two parts, one is the tall woman in front of Rope, and the other is a heavy and solid sarcophagus. Whenever Abel fights to his death, he will be in the sarcophagus. Perfectly reborn.

- Infinite resurrection, a berserker full of malice towards mankind.

This is "Abel", SCP-076, a dangerous "Keter" class object.

Rope shook his head, no longer discouraged.

The golden long sword disappeared, and an indescribable color of magic light appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Without waiting for Abel to defend or shift position, the combination of secret techniques came to her.

Weakened in physical strength, Cthugya's divine fire instantly vaporized his limbs and internal organs.Only the sickle shaped by Abel's power could maintain a trace of it, lying on the ground twisted.

Rope looked at the tall, slender woman who had only her head burned but still had residual consciousness.

"Look, it's the same as what I said?"

"..."

Abel's mouth was squirming, and because her vocal cords were also scorched, she couldn't say a word at all.