The Endless Shuttle

682 turned his head quickly and bit Rope's head with its blood basin.

This behavior did not escape Rope's dynamic vision. Although he was not afraid of the bite of the sharp teeth, the black-haired young man avoided disgustingly with his mouth covered with unlucky blood.

——Boom!

SCP-682 was violently thrown to the wall, and the entire enclosed containment room shook.

"Ahem, Mr. Rope."

Kevin's voice came from the ceiling.

"If possible, I hope your movement can be smaller. If this area is destroyed, we will not be able to build a site suitable for containing SCP-682 in a short time..."

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

Luo Pei threw away a scale that had just been pulled off from his hand, and continued to walk towards the immortal lizard.

He is like a conductor of a symphony, tapping his fingers, summarizing the moisture in the atmosphere under his own rule. The water flow gathers, rotates, and becomes a water blade that cuts gold and jade.

A few silver lights flashed, and SCP-682 became more painful.

Its limbs were cut off in a flash, and bright red blood flowed out.

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

SCP-682's vertical pupils were bloodshot, and it struggled, glaring at Rope.

"I can't beat you... but you can't kill me... I won't be locked here for too long."

It gasped and said: "Ha... When you relax, I will break free and crush the disgusting humans you protect one by one! There won't be even a single bone left... just like Like before!"

""The human beings I protect"? "

Rope, who was directing the current to send SCP-682 into the restraint cage, stopped, and he looked at the immortal lizard in surprise.

"Do you think I am against you because I am protecting humans?"

"Humph……"

The immortal lizard snorted disdainfully, as if there was no need to answer this question.

"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 young man moved his fingers slightly, and temporarily lowered SCP-682 from mid-air.

"Listening to the little lizard, I don't bother to care about the life and death of the group of researchers outside or the D-class personnel responsible for clearing your residence. I will promise them to help contain you, but because you run wild here will hinder my plan. If so Where are you in Europe, even if you break free and kill all the people in that country, I won’t take care of it, understand?"

Wingate Pisri provided him with vital information, and the old man’s leadership of the SCP Asia branch would bring convenience to the trial, so he would serve as an ally to help the SCP Foundation, otherwise he would be busy studying the gods. How could sexual Rope go nosy.

As for SCP-682's identity "Monster of Murder"... his own profession is not much different.

Even compared to the indestructible evil lizards whose killing methods are simply and neat, the research of the occultists and the indescribable rituals are even more life-threatening than death.

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

The immortal lizard was indifferent to Rope's words, and the corners of its mouth opened slightly.

Although judging the expression from a lizard's face was difficult, Rope understood well that 682 was mocking.

The black-haired youth almost didn't kick up.

"I'm such a fool thinking about letting us live together peacefully..."

Luo Pei helped his forehead helplessly.

"Your thinking is almost like welded with steel, you don't know what flexibility is. Forget it, I changed my decision to "chat with you" last time. Don't expect 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 drew "Blue Rose Gai" from his arms, and a gray Secret Art bullet appeared in the magazine.

Upon hearing this, a feeling of danger surged into SCP-682's heart.

It suddenly began a more intense struggle.

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

"——Rulim. Shaikorth Breath (Shaikorth Breathing)."

Luo Pei raised his revolver at the immortal lizard in the water.

"I know that you will not be killed by the mere ultra-low temperature, but in the face of the worm **** Weili, who can even stop the movement of molecules, it will take a long time to evolve to fully adapt? So, before the next awakening in the far future , You will become an ice sculpture and stay here."

"stop!"

A dull voice came from the water.

The Immortal Lizard doesn't know what Rulim Charkoros is, but the perception of danger makes it understand that Rope's words are not empty words of overconfidence.

If it gets hit by this bullet, it will be a sculpture in all likelihood.

The brain is frozen and has no autonomous thinking. In the chaos, it has evolved by instinct to the point where it wants to break free from the powerful biological seal in front of it. Even SCP-682 cannot estimate the exact time it takes.

--not like this!

"You said that if you lie in early, it won't be all right."

Rope pointed his gun at SCP-682.

"According to the original plan, as long as you are safe enough during the period of my plan, and express obedience, I can even let you have an independent and free room and a comfortable environment. There is no hydrochloric acid, no human beings, and no harm to you. The existence of, you will be carefree in it... but not anymore now, your backbone and bad words have made you lose all of this."

"Finally, I hope you can remember me when you wake up."

Put your finger on the trigger and Rope would shoot at any time.

At the moment the shot was fired, the power of the "God of Worm" Rulim Chaklos would turn SCP-682, including this airtight containment, into the coldest place of death.

However, SCP-682's body changed at this time.

Its huge size is like a deflated leather ball, constantly collapsing downwards. At first Rope thought it was this big lizard doing "evolution" to withstand the severe cold, but he immediately discovered that this was not the case.

After the evolution of SCP-682 was completed, not only Rope but also Kevin Holard outside the monitor spewed tea from his mouth.

"……are you kidding me?"

Rope looked at SCP-682 strangely.

In the large blister, it is no longer the shape of a lizard.

"It" has short golden hair, arms and legs that are slender to the point of breaking. The height of the whole person is less than 140cm, and the pupils in the fierce eyes are blue.