The Endless Shuttle

"Sir, Olsen and his subordinates have arrived here in 18 minutes. According to the data of the monitor, human beings suspected of being members of the "O5 Council" have appeared around Wythe Manor. "

The words "old AI" ended Ropey's long thinking. He tidyed up his suit and pushed open the door of the extended Lincoln car.

The silver-white threaded cane made a crisp sound with the ground. In front of the black-haired youth, in the forest on the corner of the street, more than fifty ghosts stood quietly, watching with those pairs of eyes that made humans tremble. Their king, offers sincere loyalty and humbleness.

Demigods. Father of all demons!

PS:

Do any of you have a translation of "Passing on the Dust"? What I found was the second translation of the Japanese version, which didn't feel right, but the myth of Cthulhu created by C.A. Smith.

Chapter 82 Humans, monsters, and the world are dominated by demigods!

The monsters were summoned by the king, and Olson, one of the chief generals and cadres, was not too late for long.

Accompanied by a cloud of illusory fog, a shaggy white male in casual clothes appeared in front of Rope, followed by several humanoid monsters as unneeded bodyguards.

The former SCP-181, the luckiest man in the world, had a lot less cynicism buried in his bones after experiencing the war and the transformation of his camp. Instead, he felt a sense of vicissitudes, which made people unbelievable. It's just a change that happened in a few months.

"Boss."

Olsen nodded to Rope, but his name has not changed.

He took out his binoculars and looked at the ordinary manor in the distance, frowning in disgust.

"Are those **** "O5" right here? Please watch it quietly and sip a glass of red wine slowly. I will take my subordinates to send them to the moon with a few C4..."

"It seems that the war has changed you a lot, Olsen."

Rope looked at the white male with relief.

This neatness was impossible to have when the two met just now. At that time, Olsen was just a rogue tramp, and the war made him mature a lot.

The white male shrugged.

"As many as starry helicopter gunships, wave after wave of special operations forces, dangerously sneak into the enemy's headquarters, coordinating the private conflict of the group of monsters...Although it is difficult, in general they have survived. Also, look. Wasn't you calling us for the general attack when you got up?"

"I will do it myself today. I called you here for other purposes."

Rope leaned on a white and silver cane and walked towards the end of the ramp, looking at the Wisdom Manor where luxury cars were gradually increasing.

Not only are the "red right hands" hidden in the dark and spotted by him, but also the private soldiers brought by the leaders of various organizations, in groups and densely packed, gradually expanding the security and security area of ​​West Manor.

With super vision, the black-haired youth even saw a certain American general who often appeared on TV.

Gathered here, all are the small group of people who enjoy the highest power of the human race. They came for their own interests and the crisis shared by mankind, but they were destined to die here.

Rope said.

"Olson, I have never thought of destroying the human race, but I must eliminate the arrogant and nosy SCP Foundation. But in this way, the lack of dark world rules is not just those irrational and untamed Beasts, even humans themselves will start wars in their own circumstances. Humans are the creatures that like to kill each other the most. Every rule collapse is accompanied by blood, and this time is no exception."

"This is just the throes of the new world, which will come sooner or later."

Olsen's eyes were deep and his words were cold and merciless.

This is the so-called **** determines the mind. When Olson thinks he is not human, he will naturally think as a different kind of standpoint.

The corners of Rope's mouth lifted up, revealing a deep smile.

"What if this pain represents the "third world war"? You must know more news than I do. The current international form is already on the edge of the cliff. With just one push, you will fall into the abyss of war..."

The third world war.

This word made Olson's eyes flustered for a moment, because the word underneath it would represent lives calculated in tens of millions or billions.

Now that nuclear bombs are widespread, this statement is by no means an exaggeration.

Taking a deep breath, Olsen said firmly.

"...Even the ruins and wreckage are much stronger than we are suppressed by humans and have no living soil."

"Qualified monster, Olsen!"

Rope clapped happily.

But before Olson could respond with a smile, the black-haired youth's voice turned sharply, as cold as winter.

"But, I don't allow it."

"Boss...?"

"I am not afraid of war, and I don't care how many people will die. I have my own plan. The Third World War will affect my plan and cause me a lot of trouble."

Rope turned around and walked slowly in the direction of Weiss Manor.

"Old AI", Olsen, and the monsters quickly followed their king in their own way.

"Change your thinking. After the destruction of the SCP Foundation, there will be an excellent organizational framework. Occupy it and dominate it, and you will also have the soil for survival. When the order of rewriting the new world is in our hands. , Human beings are nothing but insignificant things. We have a long time to let the aliens appear in the sun in an upright manner."

Slaughter "O5", Slaughter Task Force, Slaughter Field Agents, Slaughter Researchers...

After all the people of the SCP Foundation are massacred, will this organization disappear? Will the monsters get what they want?

No, countless blood named "humans" will be filled in. Even in terrible wars, they will re-provoke the work of the dead of the SCP Foundation, trying to bring the monsters back to their cages and let peace come here again. This is the inevitable future.

But if that blood is turned into a "monster", and the dominance and dominance of humans and aliens are reversed, then everything will be different.

It is equivalent to saying that Rope's approach can completely achieve the largest range of reign with the smallest range of damage-he will become the common king of humans and monsters.

Not only will this not affect the peace of Tokyo, his most important territory, but it will also not hinder the promise he once gave to SCP-343 as a "god."

The secret "O5" and the gathering of many leaders are undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for implementation.

"Are we going to do the same thing as the SCP Foundation?"

Olsen frowned. His favorability towards the SCP Foundation was the lowest negative value, even "similar" could not be accepted.

"This is what you have to think about." Rope smiled.

"At that time you will become the decision maker of the new organization. To be honest, among my subordinates, there are two sensible guys I like most. One is you and the other is to occupy the mask. But occupying the mask is too extreme and crazy. Not suitable to be a leader, but on the contrary Olsen you are very good."

"where."

Olsen bowed his head respectfully.

"You are the one with the most wisdom and strength. If it weren't for you, we would still be in custody waiting for the SCP Foundation to solve it. The most suitable decision maker and leader is you..."

"Have you ever seen the believers whose gods command it personally?"