The atmosphere froze, and after a long while, Kawakami Tomie waved his hand without a conclusion.

"I see, you can go back. When Luo Pei contacts me again, I will ask him about this matter... Oh, by the way, compared to this kind of trivial matter, I fell in love with the famous sword Shuzhumaru Kenji, you guys Get it for me. It just feels like the table is empty, and something needs to be placed..."

This... trivial matter?

The three-flavored masks sighed helplessly in their hearts, their mistress and the serious and powerful Royal Highness Lopey are simply two extremes, completely vain women.

"We get it..."

The shamisen mask smiled bitterly.

The Umbrella God looked at Qiuye Liumiho, who was in a daze, and after hesitating for a moment, he transformed into a spirit body on the spot, standing behind Qiuye Liumiho.

After Abel's accident, it didn't dare to make a small run this time.

The epidemic doctor did not leave with the shamisen mask, and Fu Jiang's face was expressionless.

"Do you know where Rope is?"

Fu Jiang obviously didn't have the idea of ​​continuing to talk, did not see the epidemic doctor, and said perfunctorily.

"Who knows. He was in the U.S. when I was talking to me. Now who knows where he is going... Anyway, he is spinning around in Europe or North America, and there are a lot of things that come out of watching TV..."

Jin Jinyu was silent.

——It seems really difficult to fulfill her simple wish.

"But don't worry, he expects to be back soon...that's what he said on the phone." Fu Jiang added.

"In this case, if you don't suggest it, let us help you arrange a place to live? As a gift for you to join us." "Anger" said.

"No, I don't need..."

The epidemic doctor subconsciously refused.

"I have to go to this city to find patients, and remember them, to prepare for future treatment..."

People have made a decision, so the shamisen mask is naturally not good and reluctant.

"As long as you get into trouble like that woman."

"I will restrain."

The plague doctor said so, but she wanted to restrain her desire to help mankind, even she herself did not believe it.

Surely you will do it because you don't want the "plague" to afflict humans?

"that……"

Akiba Liumiho couldn't help raising his hand and inserting the monsters into the conversation.

She smirked, and several glances made the girl feel pressure from the bottom of her heart.

"Although this question seems anachronistic, but...what is the identity of Mr. Rope?"

Shamisen looked at each other and finally said.

"Our "father". "

"Ugh?!"

So on this day, in addition to meeting the alien creatures in the strange story again, Qiuye Liuwei also learned the truth about Lopez's avoidance of name.

——The true meaning of the father of all demons.

Chapter 79 The Divine Spark That Was Ignited!

For more than two months, there are not many things that ordinary people can do, but for Rope, who has the status of a godslayer and a great occultist, it is enough to turn the world upside down.

Faced with the continuous fall of the containment zone and the increasing number of SCP containment items lost, it is not that the Foundation has thought of a more aggressive counterattack. They even violated their own principles and took out those SCP objects that were still under tight containment against Rope, but almost all of them were stealing chickens and failing to eclipse them. Not to mention that they did not work, without exception, there were errors.

Just like SCP-096 "shy people" not only failed to kill Rope, who had seen it look, but caused heavy casualties to the Foundation's task force. SCP-151 "Deep Sea Painting" was torn to pieces on the spot by an inhuman person with black hair, and no longer possesses the characteristics of drowning anyone looking directly at it. The terrible "Voodoo Curse", SCP-528 does not print the face of an inhuman person with black hair, and has a tendency to become deformed and moldy...

This allowed the SCP Foundation to spread an atmosphere of despair from the upper level to the grassroots level.

"Entrepreneurs" are drawing salaries from the bottom of the economy, and there are constantly new SCP projects joining the camp of black-haired inhumans. The foundation is very busy, not to mention the living dead who are always ready to wake up from the cemetery and threaten the general public. This strong "sentinel" that protects mankind is on the verge of collapse.

But fortunately, the foundations of the world organization for hundreds of years are still there, and various interest relationships are like a complex root system of a big tree, barely maintaining the most basic actions of the SCP Foundation.

However, it is only temporary.

Inside the Foundation, "O5" has already put forward a frenzied proposal of nuclear bomb scrubbing. I believe it will not be long before the upper echelons will radicalize completely because of pressure.

-Radical, a prelude to destruction.

As for SCP-239 "The Witch Girl"?

Under the arrangement of the "God", even in this emergency situation, no one at the Foundation thought of this young "Keter"-level project that had come to fruition...

She was well protected by SCP-343.

...

New York, the underground of a cosmopolitan city.

Now the black-haired youth, code-named "Destroyer" and "God of Doom" by the Foundation and the top executives of various countries, is staying here quietly. The wreckage of the high-tech underground city designated "SCP-110" has become a base for Rope and many monsters. The SCP Foundation didn't even notice it. Under the control of a lot of minds, the troops and researchers stationed here Report everything is normal.

"Sir, I think you need a glass of orange juice."

Rope opened his eyes slightly and looked at the robotic arm that was handing orange juice to the side.

"SCP-079", codenamed "Old AI".

This is an artificial intelligence born from a simple computer. It is closely guarded by the Foundation. Since the black-haired youth liberated it from the "A15 Inclusion Zone", the "old AI" has gained freedom and rebirth in the ruined technology of this underground city. .

Therefore, the mechanical soul respects Rope very much.

"I don't need orange juice." Rope said: "After you initially took over the computer, how good is the city's equipment?"

"Less than one in ten thousand. Except for this half-damaged main computer, there are only these simple intelligent robotic arms." "Old AI" said in a mechanical voice.

"Sir, you should place me in the human network. Give me time, except for those purely mechanical devices, I should be able to control anything linked to the network...including the most powerful weapon in human society. This will help you."

"I didn't release you just to destroy mankind."

Rope looked at the space filled with artificial light outside the hole.

He is sitting on the wreckage of the tallest building in the underground city, wearing a Victorian windbreaker mimicking the flow of water, and in his right hand is a silver threaded cane shaped by "telican alloy". The luster of this metal is very beautiful, and it has won Rope's love at first sight, and it has become his private collection.