Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

This will not only not affect the peace of his most important territory, Tokyo, but also will not hinder the promise he once gave to SCP-343's "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?"

Olsen frowned, his favorability toward the SCP Foundation was completely negative, and even "similarity" was unacceptable.

"This is what you have to think about." Ropey smiled.

"When the time comes, you will become the decision maker of the new organization. To be honest, among my subordinates, there are two rational guys I like most, one is you, and the other is Occupy Mask. But Occupy Mask is too extreme and crazy, Not suitable to be a leader, but Olsen you're good on the other hand."

"where."

Olson bowed his head respectfully.

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

"Have you ever seen the gods personally command their followers?"

"...Boss, with all due respect, you seem to be more narcissistic after not seeing you for a while."

Rope glanced at Olsen angrily, realizing that he was a bit reticent, and the white male hurriedly started pretending to look around at the scenery, almost not whistling.

"The spread of belief in the "Father of Demons" is something you and Occupy Mask, including all my subordinates, have been doing, don't make it seem like it's the first time you hear me say this. "

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I just feel that the atmosphere is a little serious, adjust it a little... Boss, forgive me."

Olson sneered, while pretending to draw a nondescript etiquette on his chest, muttering words in his mouth.

"Praise the father of all demons, the great and wise king of monsters!"

The blond woman looked at Olsen with an indifferent expression, as if she was mentally retarded.

"Pause your inexplicable behavior, Mr. Olson."

She turned her head and said to Rope: "Sir, the front is within the warning range. There are peeps that detect the mechanical equipment. We estimate that it has been discovered by the guards. Please give an order immediately, and we will carry out the clearing work. Wait until the manor. It's not too late for you to take action in person when the internal defense level is lowered."

As soon as Olsen heard that they had been discovered, he immediately put on the expression unique to the veteran, and looked around vigilantly.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and several monsters moved into action, sneaking into the shadows, leaping up the shadows, turning their bodies into phantoms, and using their terrifying eyes to find the next human victim.

"Clear?"

Rope shook his head.

"It's not necessary, relax. I told you to just want you to do the replacement work, not to put you in charge of frontal combat."

He looked at the location of Weiss Manor in front of him, and he could see through the hidden sight. There were already a number of soldiers contacting each other to inform each other, and they came over quietly.

The black-haired youth lifted his cane lightly and stabbed the ground heavily.

White and silver sharp threaded canes pierced the hard cement storefront, and at the same time, the unholy words of the demigod resounded through the sky.

"Chaos. High-level curse!"

Space is changed.

All existences, including the monsters under Rope, felt an indescribable sense of fear.

In their sight, the normal world seemed to be seriously ill, the sun turned a musty color, and at the end of the gloomy sky, there was a drop of viscous blood.

The woods and roads disappeared, replaced by tombstones like corrupted flesh and blood, buried with the remains of unknown creatures, with a foul smell.

A faint whimper, a sharp baby cry, echoed in the ears of the monsters.

--hell.

The aliens who have brought fear to people are afraid, and they keep kneeling down, paying respect to the demigods who are capable of distorting reality, and to their king again.

Deliberately avoiding the interior of Weiss Manor, the soldiers shrouded in evil magic fell to the ground with their heads covered in pain.After a while, their heads swelled up, like an indeterminate body.Others grew scales and beasts, and merged with the tearing pupils on the ground, turning them into disgusting abnormal creatures.

The curse of the vile demigods will spread to the descendants of the cursed, generation after generation, forever!

- What is more painful than death is the inability to die.

"All right."

Rope gave his subordinate a spring breeze.

"Now there is no preparation to interfere with our "humans", welcome your new compatriots. "

Chapter [-] Above the corpse, the new world will take root and sprout

The scope of Rope's magic is very large. Except for the Weiss Manor, which he deliberately avoided, the disgusting abnormal scene even polluted the mountainside position of the Eastern Mountain Range, including the entire suburban city.

And the fighters who can be responsible for the safety of "O5" are not deaf and blind, and naturally entered a state of high alert for the first time.

The luxurious conference room was a mess, the "O5" who were not very calm, and the leaders of the various organizations who were invited, some of them were angry and questioned the organizer loudly.Others were terrified when they saw the twisted scene, and prayed to their gods.

On the main seat of the conference table, the "Founder" had a gloomy expression on his face.

An officer wearing a red mask walked up to him, bent over and said in the ear of the SCP Foundation leader: "It happened very suddenly. Please lead the important poets to evacuate according to the scheduled passage as soon as possible, we are here to delay the time. I'm afraid it was an organized and premeditated attack."

"Since the nuclear bomb detonation in Constanta, what wasn't a premeditated action!?"

"Founder" asked angrily, the red right-hand officer did not refute, and stood quietly.

The feeling of hitting the cotton with a punch, the "Founder" also knew that it would be useless to vent his anger on his subordinates, so he took a deep breath, forced his mind to calm down, and asked again.