Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Ignore the body of steel and iron.

The statue seems to have been specialized with the concept of "breaking the neck", rotating Rope's head a full [-] degrees.

But this alone could not save the life of a Nephilim.

The blood of war comes into play, and damage taken is rapidly regenerated.

Rope did not move slowly, and with one blow, the statue flew out.Accompanied by the sound of the wall smashing, 173 smashed through at least five walls during the flight, and was not embedded in it until it encountered a hard load-bearing wall.

- Bang!

The building shook, and the limestone from the ceiling kept shaking like snowflakes.

After correcting his head, Luo Pei stared at SCP-173 intently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You love surprises, big star of the SCP Foundation."

"..."

No answer, SCP-173 is an incapable containment object.

Being watched again, 173 turned back into a normal statue, deactivated and motionless in the wall.

What makes people feel uneasy is that Rope's strength is far beyond that of human beings. Not to mention injuries, even the epidermis may not be cracked, which is incredible hardness.

'Ape, be careful, this 173 may be a little different from the information I gave you...it's weird. 'Rare, Azalea reminded in Rope's head.

"I see it."

Rope did not take his eyes off the static statue.

In the air, the strange and cold atmosphere not only did not disappear, but intensified.

Chapter [-] The shell that cannot be opened, the dark creature in the statue

SCP-173 will be unable to act after being watched, as SCP Foundation researchers have proven with the lives of countless D-Class personnel.

It stands to reason that Rope, who can keep his eyes closed for a long time, should take advantage of the situation to pick up the statue now, and then walk out of the building to complete the unexpected overtime work that he can say of his own accord.

But an inexplicable premonition of danger prevented the black-haired young man from coming forward easily and stalemate with 173.

——Rope trusts his intuition very much.

tick.tick.tick.tick.

For a moment, there was only the sound of dripping rain infiltrating in the silent corridor.

The water soaked the old ceiling, and between the short distance between the black-haired youth and the statue face-to-face, pieces of white lime of different sizes fell, and were quickly dyed red by the blood on the ground.

It passed quietly for two minutes. It seemed to be related to the violent demolition just now. On the most edge, the lime above Ropey's head couldn't withstand the wet erosion of the water, and it fell down, and it was about to fall in the process of falling. obscures SCP-173 from his view.

SCP-173, even if it's a millisecond gap, it will hold on tight.

coming soon!

The second attack.

With a high degree of concentration, in Rope's perception, the piece of lime was like someone pressed the slow release button, and Rope knew clearly about every tumbling in the air and every minute of falling acceleration.

A subtle electric current was entangled in his right hand, amplifying his already exaggerated arm strength.

Finally, the falling lime completely obscures the tall figure in SCP-173's walls.

In an instant, danger came from behind.

The horror statue once again exerted its terrifying speed, detached from the inlaid wall, and came to the back of the black-haired youth. The rigid concrete arms were placed on the neck of the person who dared to interrupt his vision. The scene just now played out again.

At this time, Ropey was already prepared.

Following his heart, the power "Seventy-two Transformations", the power to usurp and defeat the Tathagata in the battle of disobedience, exerted its might, and his whole person lost the form of the material world and became a shadow-like projection existence.

"Seventy-two changes" - "Tongyou"!

Losing its form, it is naturally impossible to be hurt by physical attacks, and SCP-173's hands are empty.

The statue froze again, as if he couldn't understand why he couldn't break the neck of the person in front of him.It raised its hand again, but before 173 tried to strangle again, Ropey turned his head, and his blue eyes locked the statue again.

With eye contact, SCP-173 ceases to move.

But Rope didn't plan to stop just like that.

The black-haired youth scooped up the rough neck of the statue, turned its back down, and smashed 173's chest with his right hand wrapped in electricity.

No matter what's wrong, it's always better to attack first.If it does break it doesn't matter, the destruction of SCP containment is something that the Foundation is discussing and trying almost every day.

boom.

SCP-173 was slammed into the ground floor by the augmented fist, and even further down the ground, the tormented building was crumbling under Rope's rambunctious attack.

Immediately, the ten-plus-year-old building collapsed.

The impact of the wreckage of the plane, the violent demolition of the Nephilim twice in a row, no matter which one is far more than the building can withstand.

With the collapse of bricks and debris, the floor that Rope stepped on shattered.He accelerated in the opposite direction and rushed straight into the dark cave smashed by 173.

sizzle.

The blue Razer seemed to have life to prop up the surrounding soil for Rope. In the electric light, he clamped the dead statue and looked at its green eyes that shone slightly.