Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The girls escaped, so is it time to step back...

However, the question is how to escape from this guy.

Abel bit the epidemic doctor tightly like a poisonous snake, not letting her have the slightest free time.The increasing speed and getting used to her actions made the epidemic doctor more and more headaches.

Suddenly, the offensive posture of the Semitic woman stopped.

The epidemic doctor was stunned for a moment, then seized this opportunity, pulled away from Abel's attack range, and came to a safe position where he could escape immediately.

"That's it."

"You woman will really cause trouble for us!"

"So unruly, I really don't know why His Royal Highness Luo Pei accepted you..."

Three voices with different tones, the epidemic doctor looked up, and in the narrow sky of the alley, three ritual masks were suspended in the air, exuding a faint green light of evil power.

The huge invisible power of evil thoughts temporarily bound Abel's body.

"The mask... it's you again..."

Abel gritted his teeth, ignoring the screams of his body, and planned to use brute force to break free from the shackles of the three-flavor mask.

Slowly, more monsters appeared.

Umbrella gods, steel aliens, fashion models, crack girls, ghosts... The servants of the father of all demons, Rope's powerful subordinates emerged in front of Abel.

And the Semitic women themselves were hugged by a pair of white hands to their slender and fit waists.

"Sister Abel, don't do this! Haven't we left that place? Don't do such cruel things again!"

"Let go of me...you idiot!"

It was SCP-105 Iris who hugged Abel, and she was also a former member of "Pandora's Box", and one of the few people who won the respect of Abel.

Abel broke free from the power of evil thoughts with one hand, and was punching the blond girl, but when he saw Yuan Mi's tearful face, he couldn't do anything, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The power of the embrace is so weak, but it can bind Abel more than the power of the three-flavor mask.

Just like the gossip report from the SCP Foundation, perhaps Iris is the one from Tianke Abel, and the ancient Semitic female warrior was both angry and tolerant towards this girl.

Eventually, watching more and more monsters, Abel gave up resistance.

"Sister Abel?!"

Iris looked at Abel in surprise, and the latter shook his shoulders tiredly and motioned for the girl to let go of her.

"Are you satisfied?"

Abel stared at Yiansi, who nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The Semitic women turned their attention to the monsters, or the three-flavor masks that dominated them.

"You have been with humans for a long time, and you have also caught the stinky problems of humans?" She sneered: "Monsters should use strength and killing to decide whether to survive or not, just like your adult, powerful and bright , Gathering together to keep warm is the most disgusting behavior of the weak, and now I even want to kill you all one by one!"

"hateful!"

"Don't look down on people, you outsider!"

"Master Sanwei Mask, execute her!"

The three-flavor mask looked at the monster subordinates and Abel with a headache, and it didn't know what to do.

Killed and resurrected, the sarcophagus of the body cannot be destroyed at all. Unless Abel can really change his mind, this cycle of killing will continue forever.

"You don't need to do it."

Abel swept the monsters and aimed the sickle at his neck.

"Next time, my prey will be you, get ready for battle..."

Blood splattered, and the Semitic women resolutely chose to commit suicide when they were not suitable for fighting.

But to her, it's just a "go home and sleep" level.

Yuan Yi looked at Abel who had turned into ashes with tears in her eyes. No matter how many times, the girl never seemed to be able to accept Abel's behavior, even though she knew very well that Abel would be resurrected.

"Sanwei mask, His Royal Highness Rope ordered me to protect a certain girl, and this woman has actually threatened her life today, and this guy's madness should be dealt with immediately." Umbrella God said.

The three flavor masks looked at each other, and the sadness in their hearts continued to rise.

Governance is really not an easy job...especially when the subordinates are so individual...

"talk later……"

"Anger" can only use the procrastination formula in a summary.

Because no matter what, they cannot disobey the king of monsters, Rope, the father of all demons.

When Rope didn't clearly express his intention to deal with Abel, they couldn't do it without authorization. It's no joke to be hated by the king. It can almost be equated with death.

If nothing else, their old master, Anzhiju, whose loyalty is about to explode, would never mind cleaning up the disobedient servants with his own hands.

Ugh……

"Excuse me a little."

At this time, the epidemic doctor, who has been transparent, spoke up.