The Endless Shuttle

In Kevin's thinking, those rules are not worth mentioning compared to human lives.

Luo Pei reached out and took the file, glanced at random, and threw the classified document to a soldier like trash.

"Take your doctor to the treatment, I don't need these things."

"you……"

"Doctor, you can call me Rope."

The black-haired young man turned his head and waved gently to signal the soldiers to leave.

The soldiers saluted Luo Pei silently.

Although intuition tells them that this black-haired young man is not a human being and may be something similar to a containment object, it is an indisputable fact that the other party saved them and confronted SCP-682 alone. Soldiers know how to give them life in the most basic way. Respect.

With constant retreat, the door of the special alloy was closed.

In the empty cave, only 682 and Lope remained.

The black-haired youth leaped slightly and jumped off the platform, standing on the same plane as the guarded lizard. 682 was just less than 20 meters away from him, warning Rope not to act rashly with a terrifying grunt.

At the same time, 682's body was gradually changing.

The scales were reorganized tens of thousands of times in an instant, emitting a faint fluorescence, and the glowing scales in the real eyes resisted the magic in the atmosphere. The muscles of its body also swelled up and looked twice as large as before.

Luo Pei frowned and asked strangely.

"You judged my "power"? "

Although it is only basic protection, this is undoubtedly an "evolution" against him.

Just like instinct, there are many examples of SCP-682's self-evolving protective measures before other SCPs attacked it. Every 682 relied on this terrible talent again and again from those exaggerated SCPs. His subordinates survived, making it one of the foundation's most troublesome projects.

"The beast of evolution" has a well-deserved reputation.

Rope grinned and said with a smile.

"Little lizard, you made me look forward to it."

If it can continue to "evolve", then SCP-682 will become an excellent sandbag to calm his desire to fight with non-profits.

"Go away... away..."

The language that can be understood by humans ran out of the big mouth of the lizard.

"It's not... disgusting humans... Hurry up and disappear from my sight... This has nothing to do with you!"

"I'm afraid not."

Rope unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, as if he was about to flex his muscles.

"Now you have only two choices, one is to go back to the cage by yourself, and the other is to send you half-dead back to the cage."

"——"

The roar that pierced the eardrum sounded.

After a brief conversation, SCP-682 understood the decisive difference between having a human-looking creature in front of him and its formerly restrained companions.

This time, it is not something that can be solved by avoiding war and protecting yourself.

It has had enough time being restrained by the visceral bag (human), and the weakness of the containment area this time made it determined to escape from here.

The savage battle began instantly.

Like an armored chariot, the lizard rushed towards Rope at a speed that was incompatible with its size, opening its mouth wide. Needless to say, with the bite force of 682, even a special alloy will not last long under its sharp teeth.

——Boom!

Rope supported 682's upper and lower jaws with both hands, and his whole body kept moving backwards under the influence of force. His legs plowed two deep gullies, and his back hit the rock wall.

"Not enough, the strength you "evolved" is not enough..."

Rope smiled cruelly, his hands began to exert force, turning 682's huge body over.

The violent violence of the adult Naphile broke out, causing the strong bones of the lizard's head to make a sore sound, and 682's roar turned into a painful whine.

"Want to kill me, right? Want to leave here, right? Then continue to show your abilities and hurry up and "evolve" to a position where you can fight on an equal footing with me! otherwise……"

——"Secret Technique. Feast of Hunger"

Five blue light spots appeared out of thin air, surrounding it from the center of 682's body.

The rays of light were connected in a line, which passed through the body of the lizard. Rapid, at a speed that human eyes could not capture, the lizard in front of Rope was neatly divided into two-digit pieces in the blink of an eye.

682 roared miserably, and fell into the quietest silence since it broke free from containment.

But immediately, as if to prove its title of "undead", the signs of life revived.

The blood of unknown composition ran away, linking all the pieces of the immortal lizard together, reorganizing its body.

Not only that, but hard horns grew on 682's head, and the body was further enlarged. Except for the lack of wings, it was almost equal to the dragon described in fantasy novels.

When Luo Pei repeated his old technique and tried to divide 682, he realized that it had changed the basic composition of the body and turned into something similar to liquid.

——No matter how sharp the knife is, it can't cut the water flow.

682 waved its claws, and knocked out Luo Pei, who was still stupefied in curiosity, into the rock. But afterwards, it was sturdy and unscathed with a hard punch from Rope, and cracks appeared in its scale armor.

In this way, a lizard and a Nephele fell into the most primitive struggle in the cave.

Hitting, smashing, biting, tearing, wagging--

Mutual exchange.

Rope was indulged in this real violence, the excitement hidden in his pupils became more and more obvious, until the corners of his mouth were smiling.

But 682 is different. Even if it keeps evolving during the battle, its battle is already at a disadvantage. Because the black-haired young man in front of him has the same characteristics, he finally made a little injury and healed immediately, and the other party obviously regenerated more easily than himself.

Taking the "blood of war" from the Philistines in adulthood made SCP-682 desperate.

——Crack it!

Not knowing how many times he defeated 682's body, Rope let out a foul breath.

"I have to say, it was a really good fight. I haven't had such a good time in a long time, 682."

The lizard was constantly regenerating. Its only dark beast pupil stared at Rope angrily, and the damaged throat interrupted and uttered intermittent curses.