Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

——I am the strongest and the one who holds all victories.No matter human or demon, I will defeat any enemy who stands in my way!O cow with shining golden horns, help me!

Silently reciting the words, the wheel fingers resembled a pattern of "bull", and the giant force completely disintegrated SCP-173's resistance.

Click.

It was the sound of something shattering again, and the black-haired youth felt his hand loosen, and the thing tied to the water of death rope quickly flew towards him.

Leaving the black fog, close at hand, the true appearance of the dark thing sealed by the statue can be seen in Rope's true eyes.

The forty-sixth chapter is the instinct to seek profit and avoid harm, to quell the chaos.

The appearance of the evil thing under the statue did not exceed Rope's expectations too much. It was quite a Cthulhu-style jet-black energy indeterminate body, exuding mental waves of resentment and pain.If you have to use an adjective that doesn't fit the atmosphere, then 173 really looks like a black glutinous rice dumpling.

Sounds kind of cute?

However, if this "cute" guy has the ability to manipulate the gap between dreams, cut space, devour the energy of the Lord, and can cut the reinforced iron body like tofu, then even if Rope's mental heterogeneity is serious, it is not enough. Will give positive comments like cuteness.

The evil object that was pulled out of the black fog fell not far from the feet of the black-haired youth, and the black-haired youth took back the entangled water of death.

The state of the energy body creature is obviously not very good, and the fine white lime is constantly shaken from the body and sprinkled around it.In the end, they are nothing but mortal things with life and thoughts. Even if Basatan, the god of death of the stars, is only a secondary ruler of the old days, he is still a real god. How can mortal things resist the evil power it inherited from chaos.

"It's so painful..."

The energy body rolled around under Rope's feet, and the black mists returned to its body one after another to heal the master's wounds, but the gains were minimal, and the erosion of death only slowed down a little.

Immediately, a space gap opened in front of the wriggling 173.

It activates its own abilities.

Like the beasts that seek profit and avoid harm, the injured evil thing intends to temporarily escape into the depths of the dream. As for letting go of the guy in front of him, he will have to wait until the issue of life safety is resolved before thinking about it.

Rope wasn't going to give it this respite—though in the dream he was better able to pack 173.

The black-haired young man did not move, and the water of death automatically froze into an ice cone, like a bullet popping out of its chamber, pinning the evil thing on the ground. 173 twitched in pain, and the injury became more serious.

"White Horse" ended its galloping rampage, and stepped back into Rope's palm, turning into a faint embers of fire.

"Are you just rolling around in the dirt? Manipulation of dreams and reality, thieves who stole the power of others and survived."

Rope sarcastically said that the pain just now made him feel uncomfortable.

"Woooooooo..."

Perhaps because of the pain of liming, the black glutinous rice dumplings let out a slight sob.

"It hurts...why won't you stare at me forever...why won't you die..."

It was another ice pick, piercing straight into the center of the 173 energy body, its crying stopped abruptly, and the shape could not be maintained in an instant, and it was distorted and blurred.

- Dropped lime has become more.

Rope said coldly: "You'd better keep your mental state awake, and while I'm still interested in re-containing you, don't let the communication become boring, otherwise next time you will be waiting for a fire. Shadow, Darkness, illusory... The essence that constitutes your essence, if you are burned to slag by the "sun", it will be very troublesome, right? "

Handing the "white horse" to 173, it seemed that he felt the purifying breath of the sun's flames. The evil thing didn't even dare to move, and lay on the ground like a dog.

"Don't... kill me..." The black dumpling whispered.

SCP-173 begged for mercy.

Remember who said that?

In addition to those whose brains are filled with some more lofty religious ideological awareness, even a mad person will be awake in the face of a sharp blade on his neck. This is the instinct of creatures for thousands of years.

Touching the wound where the waist was regenerated and even the clothes were stitched up, Ropey pouted, a little bit of anger.

When he lost his hand in the whirlpool, he didn't suffer a big loss this time. Cutting in the waist is one of the most cruel criminal laws in China, and he just realized it for a moment, the pain was not much, but the feeling was very bad.

"I think I know a little bit about you. Well, it's limited to the information in the setting. It's ordinary, and you can see it everywhere...killing monsters."

Rope began to say something that only he could understand.

"I don't want to know why you crave the sight of others so much that even a momentary shift will kill you. I'm not interested in knowing why you are locked in a statue, much less how you were born. , that's the job of human researchers, not mine."

"Your escape was an accident, accidentally escaped from containment and came to my site, and I was in charge of locking you back up, don't you understand? You just need to say "understand" because everything else will Let me change my mind and destroy you here.The follow-up actions of the SCP Foundation are a little more troublesome, but it is better than a monster who can jump in space and sneak into the gap between dreams and reality and mess around in my back garden. "

The series of shelling made 173 stunned for a long time and did not speak. It could understand human words, but it was too obscure. After all, it was not a human being.

But it was clear that no matter what the inhuman who looked like a human in front of him said, one sentence was very straightforward, and 173's answer could only be the word that Rope wanted.

"……clear."

"Ah, very good."

Rope snapped his fingers, and the ice pick on 173 was pulled out.

However, the black-haired young man has not completely removed the dangerous water of death. He needs to see if this thing will continue to run rampant after it is out of control - or, is it worth opening SCP-173 after unsealing it? Containment with one eye closed.

The result did not disappoint Rope.

After the black dumpling lost the damage and fixation of the ice pick, the illusory body began to solidify again. It seemed to want to spread the black smoke as it did at the beginning, but he hesitated for a while because of the terrifying erect ape that made it painful. , and obediently took the black smoke back.

Not only that, 173 even put a tentacle on the black-haired youth's trousers.Soon, Rope felt that the magic power he had stolen was coming back, with some "interest".

- It seems that this is a manifestation of 173's surrender.

Well, it seems to be domesticable.

Rope nodded with satisfaction, and finally dispelled the killing intent in his heart.I don’t know if it’s because he’s messing with monsters a lot. More and more, Rope puts himself and them in the same camp line. He doesn’t want to kill these sensible people unless he’s angry and necessary. monster.Oh, whirlpool, not the mentally handicapped and obstructed human head statue.