Luo Pei found a matching answer in the data in his brain.

Serial number "SCP-105", code name "Iris", real name Iris Thompson, 18 years old, safety level "Safe". Have the ability to travel through space and enter the scene on any photo.

"The Task Force "Pandora's Box"? "

Although Rope is an interrogative sentence, his tone is very certain.

"The city by the sea, the shelter under the sea, the 25B containment area... Well, that's it."

No wonder the SCP Foundation will establish one of its headquarters in Constanta, because there is currently the only "Keter" level anomalous creature that can be manipulated...

In order not to follow in the footsteps of their comrades-in-arms, the soldiers followed Gao Tiaoyu's orders and withdrew from the basement one after another.

Only Rope and the Semitic woman in a tattered white robe remained at the scene.

"Code "SCP-076", code name "Abel", item level "Keter", possess infinite rebirth and superhuman physical qualities, and combat power..."

Ropey walked towards Abel while talking about her information.

The latter didn't care about it. Her breathing became heavier and heavier with Rope's footsteps, as if she was about to lose control of some impulses.

"I really want to say that my goal is not you, but you definitely didn't come here to listen to this, right?"

Rope stopped and laughed.

The blank "golden" gathered in his right hand and turned into an orthodox Western straight sword.

The black-haired young man pointed the sword at Abel far away, and the meaning was self-evident.

The tall female was taken aback for a moment, and then her expression of excitement was reduced. She stretched out her hand and drew a huge black sickle of the same length from the crack in the tiny space, and replied with the courtesy of the ancient Semitic warrior in a serious and serious manner.

——The battle between real warriors and warriors.

This is what Abel has always longed for after his recovery.

She held the non-reflective black sickle and felt the blood in her whole body burning.

"Sending me to you is the best thing that group of humans have ever done."

Abel whispered.

"I can hear, I can hear the voice of Peng Bai, the power in your body... You will be my strongest enemy. For this reason, I will offer the highest respect before the battle. May you and my battle be given to you A trace of peace in this absurd world!"

"I'm in a hurry..."

Rope disappeared from the place.

Abel looked like he had eyes behind his back. One leaned over and put the back of the sickle on his back, firmly blocking the golden straight sword from top to bottom.

——Boom.

The floor on which the tall woman stood on both feet was full of cracks, but she perfectly blocked Rope's attack. It can be seen that even if the physical strength is not comparable to Rope's, it is not far behind.

"So, hurry up and start." Rope said lightly.

"……as you wish."

Abel closed his eyes.

When she opened it again, she had no extra feelings.

Chapter 68 The Great Arcanist of Cthulhu will eventually hunt humans

This encounter between the monster and the Great Arcanist, Abel called it "the real battle between the warrior and the warrior." But in Rope's view, this is not an equal battle between the two at all.

It's just that he unilaterally abused him.

It is true that the martial arts, speed, and power of Semitic women are all top choices, but they are still too far away from Rope's own existence. Even though he was enjoying the battle and scars, Abel, who was like a berserker, was still not the opponent of the black-haired youth.

In the five rounds of the fight, on the seventeenth move, Rope's golden sword penetrated Abel's heart accurately.

The entire time spent did not exceed five minutes.

"cough……"

The tall woman knelt on the ground, blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, but she swallowed it back with perseverance.

In her eyes, the flame was burning, even if it was penetrated through the heart, it did not weaken.

"It's not over yet... such a rare battle, how can you just "go back"..."

Holding the sharp blade in his right hand, Abel stood up against Rope's suppressive force.

"You must think so too!"

Take a step forward and continue fighting when the heart stops beating. The sharp edge of the pitch-black sickle turned into a stream of light and ran towards Rope's neck.

The black-haired young man sighed, but avoided the slash by pulling his sword back.

"As I said, I don’t really want to fight with you, Abel. It’s for your pure soul to not use abilities and only use hand-to-hand combat. If you continue, I will let you fight this time. No fun at all. Let's just fall to the ground here, our battle is over." Rope said flatly.

"Do not!"

Abel's wild beauty was distorted.

"No need for mercy, don't humiliate me! Go all out, if you are a fighter, don't talk nonsense!"

The wound has not healed, and Abel is not a monster with the ability to regenerate. Her "resurrection" should be more unique. Like the "SCP-076" report, she consists of two parts, one is the tall woman in front of Rope, and the other is the thick and solid sarcophagus. When Abel fights to death, she will be in the sarcophagus. Perfect rebirth.

-Infinite resurrection, a berserker who is full of malice towards humans.

This is "Abel", SCP-076, a dangerous "Keter" class item.

Rope shook his head, no longer discouraging him.

The golden sword disappeared, and a magical light ball of indescribable color appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Without waiting for Abel to defend or shift her position, the combination secret technique fell on her.

Weakened physical strength, Ketugya's sacred fire instantly evaporated the limbs and internal organs. Only the sickle shaped by Abel's ability can keep its appearance, lying twisted on the ground.

Rope looked at the tall woman who had burnt only her head but still had a remnant consciousness.

"Look, it's the same as I said?"

"..."

Abel's mouth was squirming, and because the vocal cords were also scorched, she couldn't say a word.