Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

PS:

Lizard Girl...well, very nice...

Chapter [-] Turning the Big Guy into a Lolita

"The inexplicable backbone will not change any results except to bring you additional pain..."

The other party's attitude was firm, and Ropey gave up continuing to use words to persuade SCP-682 to return to restraint.

The assistant's final interview is at 682:[-], and he doesn't plan to postpone it, so there's not much time left for Rope to deal with SCP-[-].

The black-haired youth silently patted the scales of the Indestructible Lizard again, walked to its back, clasped the tip of the tail with both hands, and began to use brute force to pull 682 out of the corner.

Pain-driven wailing.

Under the enormous force of the adult Nephilim, SCP-682 was dragged out of the corner slowly and firmly, no matter how hard it appeared to resist.The sharp claws of the Immortal Lizard made ten long marks on the hard metal ground, and the sharp sound even made the researchers who were monitoring outside the room cover their ears.

"Let go of me! You lackey!"

682 turned its head quickly and bit Ropey's head with its bloody mouth.

This behavior could not escape Rope's dynamic vision. Although he was not afraid of the sharp teeth, the black-haired young man avoided it in disgust because of the mouth covered with the blood of a hapless ghost.

- Bang!

SCP-682 was slammed against the wall, and the entire sealed containment room shook.

"Cough, Mr. Rope."

Kevin's voice came from the ceiling.

"If possible, I hope your movement can be a little bit smaller. If this place is destroyed, we won't be able to build a site suitable for containing SCP-682 in a short time..."

"It's okay, it's over."

Rope threw away a scale he had just pulled out from his hand and continued to walk towards the inextinguishable lizard.

Like a conductor of a symphony, he taps his fingers to bring the moisture in the atmosphere under his own dominance.The water flow gathers, rotates, and becomes a water blade that cuts gold and jade.

A few flashes of silver flashed, and SCP-682 became more distressed.

Its limbs were cut off in an instant, and bright red blood flowed out.

At the same time, the water flow is like a strong rope, wrapping around the dark green scales, tying SCP-682 firmly and letting it float out of thin air.

SCP-682's vertical pupils are bloodshot as it struggles, glaring at Rope.

"I can't beat you...but you can't kill me...I can't keep me here for too long."

It gasped and said: "Ha...the moment you relax, I will break free and smash the disgusting humans you protect one by one! Not even a single bone will be left...like As before!"

"'The human beings I protect'? "

Rope, who was directing the water flow to send SCP-682 into the restraint cage, stopped and looked at the inextinguishable lizard in amazement.

"Do you think I'm fighting against you because I'm protecting humans?"

"Humph……"

The Inextinguishable Evil Lizard snorted coldly, as if there was no need to answer this question at all.

"It seems that there is indeed a misunderstanding between us. If there is a misunderstanding, there is no way to become "friends"..."

The black-haired youth moved his fingers slightly, and temporarily released SCP-682 from the air.

"Listen to the little lizard, I don't bother to care about the life or death of the group of researchers outside or the D-class personnel who are responsible for clarifying your residence. I will promise them to help contain you, just because your rampage here will hinder my plan. If You're anywhere else in Europe, and even if you break free and kill everyone in that country, I won't care, understand?"

Wingate Pisri provided him with vital information, and the old man leading the SCP Asian branch would bring convenience to the trial, so he would help the SCP Foundation as an ally, otherwise he would be busy studying the gods. How could a sexual Rope be meddling.

As for SCP-682's identity as a "killer monster"...his own profession isn't far behind.

Even compared to the immortal lizards whose killing methods are neat and tidy, the research and indescribable rituals of the occultists make life worse than death.

"You can't change your identity as a human lackey."

The Evil Lizard was indifferent to Rope's words, and the corners of its mouth grinned slightly.

Although it was difficult to judge the expression from a lizard's face, Rope still understood that 682 was mocking.

The black-haired youth almost kicked up.

"I'm such a fool to think that we can coexist peacefully..."

Rope helped his forehead helplessly.

"Your mind is like welded steel, and you don't know what flexibility is. Forget it, I changed my decision to "chat with you" last time. Don't expect to be able to break free this time.Since you think I can't kill you, then I will use a high-strength physical seal to keep you honest for a long time. "

He took out "Blue Rose. Kai" from his arms, and a gray arcane bullet appeared in the magazine.

Hearing this, a sense of danger flooded SCP-682's heart.

It suddenly began to struggle more violently.

The water flow was like a curtain, slowly spreading in all directions, wrapping the struggling dark green lizard in the water.

"—Shaikorth Breathing of Rulim Shaklos."

Rope raised the revolver in Yang's hand at the inextinguishable evil lizard in the water.