The darkness in the cracks was dissipated, and the heat evaporated the surrounding soil.

Click, click...

The shell of SCP-173 was completely shattered.

The darkness in the flames, before Luo Pei even saw what was bound in the statue, black smoke like the tide spewed out.

Rope will bear the brunt, the wreckage of the building, including a large patch of grass on the periphery.

Everything was dragged into the world shrouded in black mist by 173!

...

Looking at the dark misty world in front of him, Wingate Peasley's mouth grew unbelievably large.

Not far from the building where SCP-173 fell, more than thirty elite task forces were guarding their supreme leader. They also watched in surprise at the place where the containment failure, which was still a normal scenery, happened just now.

The old man in a delicate suit was dizzy. He immediately pulled on the collar of Kevin sitting next to him and roared angrily.

"Kevin! Tell me! Does SCP-173 have this ability?!"

"I have no idea……"

The doctor wearing glasses was also panicked. He kept tapping the notebook on his knees, searching for all information about SCP-173 with high-level privileges.

"There is no record in the Foundation's experiment. This is the first time that SCP-173 has undergone such an abnormality..."

"Fuck, the mentally handicapped people in the council classify such things as "Euclid"? ! "

Wingate roared even more angrily, cursing his boss, the people in charge of the O5 Council, without hiding under his hands.

"...I don't know, Wingate."

Kevin looked pale and could only repeat what he had said before facing the question of his old friend.

"Damn it!"

Wingate also realized that this matter had nothing to do with Kevin, loosened his collar and smashed the car window severely.

"I should stick to the task force... I can't lose Lord Rope... Too long, Kevin, I lived too long in pain. My wife left me, and my son was ahead of me. Old death, the collapse of the human world is imminent, this is my only hope of redemption..."

He held his head and murmured in pain.

Kevin didn't have time to deal with Wingate. He glanced at ten lines and scanned every record of the Foundation's experiments on SCP-173, trying to find clues that could explain the current situation.

Suddenly, Kevin stopped tapping his finger on the computer.

"……found it."

"What is it?"

"Experiment Log-T-98816-OC108-682. It is a record of SCP-682's SCP interactive termination test."

Kevin read the record on the computer in a low voice.

"SCP-682 was introduced into SCP-173's containment area. SCP-682 let out a few ear-piercing screams, then quickly squeezed itself against the wall furthest from SCP-173 and kept staring at it. SCP- 682 continued to stare at SCP-173 for six hours without blinking. Agents equipped with large-caliber sniper rifles were dispatched and blinded SCP-682's eyes... After that, SCP-682 evolved more eyes, and in the eyes Protection was set on it. In this way, SCP-682 continued to observe SCP-173 for twelve hours. Until SCP-682 was allowed to exit the containment area and was re-controlled during temporary containment procedures."

"What does the execution test of that lizard have to do with the current situation?"

"SCP-682 is afraid of SCP-173."

Kevin's face became paler.

"I know the power of 682. In theory, even the concrete body of 173 that the rocket can't explode, 682 should be able to smash it with a little effort. But 682 did not destroy 173, and the injury was just passive. Defense..."

"so what?"

"The reason why the beast of survival and evolution is unwilling to do it is that 682 knows that if it destroys 173, it will evolve into a situation it cannot bear... There is something under the concrete shell of 173."

The old man with glasses looked at the dark misty area.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Rope opened the case of 173."

——Something that can make 682 afraid ran out.

"Useless intelligence." Wingate spurned.

"What should I do if this situation does not happen in the record? Isn't it, I just watched Lord Rope's life and death in the dark mist?!"

"...Enclose here."

Kevin sighed and closed the notebook.

"Humans are weak and small, even more so when facing such terrible monsters... But Mr. Rope is not a human being, so he can only believe in his power. Wingate, Mr. Rope, you know best. After all, you are with you. What is he conspiring together, don't you believe him?"

"..."

Thinking of the horror of the Great Arcanist, and the evil gods who shook the starry sky outside the domain, Wingate calmed down.

For a long time, Wingate waved silently to the task force captain, motioning them to execute Kevin's order. High-quality elite task forces encircled the world of black fog, and deployed weapons of mass destruction rapidly for the ultimate defense.

——An uneasy day.

Chapter 45: The gap between dream and reality

In the dark fog, there is no direction at all.

As stated in the second section of Chapter One in the "Old Testament. Genesis", the void and chaos, the darkness of the abyss, are suitable to describe this dark misty world created by SCP-173.

Rope has the illusion of being immersed in water, but as a "water" attribute, he clearly knows that he is not surrounded by lakes and oceans.

Turning his head and looking around, there was no light to illuminate all around, and even the gravel debris that was swallowed in at the same time disappeared in the black mist world. The black-haired youth wanted to move, but his body was firmly fixed in place, no matter how much power he used, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and even the magic power in his body was faintly spreading outward.

‘It’s absorbing your power. ’

Acelia said.

‘The speed is not fast and the amount is not large, but this guy can take power from you, so be careful. ’

"In this case, I have come to its territory. Here, I would be surprised if the statue didn't do anything."

Rope said smoothly.

"I don't care about this power. If it likes it, take it, and I'll let it vomit it twice."

But that being said, if you don't do something and wait here, obviously you won't let the dream "immediately" come.

The platinum salvation sword was still held in his hand, and the light of the blade was so dim that it was almost impossible to check. Immediately, Luo Pei squeezed the handle of the knife, and the brilliant light of the magic knife shone brightly in the dark space.