"Oh? Really?"

Rope hit the ground with his cane, walked past everyone, and came to the highest podium position in the entire conference hall.

The dark leaders of the world can only stare at the black-haired youth, hoping that this inhuman person can give some mercy and let them leave here alive.

"Gentlemen. You say you will give me whatever I want, so if you don't receive anything, you won't know how to praise..."

Rope said with a smile.

"I'm not greedy, just take everything you have."

On the corpses of the old world and the old order, the new world will take root and sprout with it as nourishment, and eventually thrive.

--can not avoid

Chapter 84—Monster Church Worshiping Demigods

The party at Wythe Manor is over.

Likewise, the SCP Foundation is largely over.

More than one-half of the "O5" was swept away in a single net, and the SCP Foundation was like a snake that had lost its head, leaving only its torso struggling. It won't be long before Rope lets his subordinates digest the power of those guys who were originally rich and expensive, and then he will completely hold the power in this world secretly in his hands.

It was a little troublesome, but the final result of the big event did not exceed Rope's expectations.

It's just a human being. Compared to the gods he used to target, the SCP Foundation, which is not so exaggerated in the setting, is simply unable to withstand the wrath of the demigods. Even tricks can't be counted as unilateral crushing.

America, Los Angeles, known as the "City of Angels". Although the atmosphere of panic has spread into the bones of the city, under the coordination of the abundant police force and the military, Los Angeles has not caused major turmoil like some cities, and still maintains its apparent functioning.

After all, things like the living dead are not difficult to deal with at all.

Aside from mentioning the pistol, an ordinary person, a bottle of wine, a handful of rags, and a little knowledge of making Molotov cocktails together can completely stop a group of dead bodies from moving.

But the evil omen's matter has nothing to do with Rope, and he has no obligation to take responsibility for the life and death of these irrelevant people.

"Boss, what I want to say is, can you send me some more people?"

Belonging to a certain "O5" luxury villa by the sea, Olsen looked at the dark-haired young man holding a silver rod, his face was full of distress.

"The SCP Foundation is too huge. Even if I appoint all rational monsters, regardless of their knowledge content and inhuman madness that can't even graduate from elementary school, they will not be able to fill the cleared upper seats, if not that Mechanic girl, I guess I have to buy some medicine to complain about life..."

"Does the Occupy Mask give you an answer?"

"Oh my God!" Olsen screamed, "That freak in the toilet! It's obsessed with Romania and can't extricate itself. I want it to be a new batch of decision-makers. Guess what? It said this." "Little things" let me take care of it. As long as you don't let it leave Romania, it will listen to my orders...Is I crazy, or the world is crazy? "

"Maybe it's your luck again. You can think that this is one less annoying guy vying for power with you."

"I would rather that **** come to compete with me for power, better than a lot of pressure on my head now..."

Rope lightly turned the cane in a circle and retracted it into the white gospel.

He said to Olson.

"I will find a way to transfer it to you from the far east. During this time, I will try to squeeze all those who have become slaves, and then throw them into the sea or give them to the cannibal compatriots to eat. Strictly. According to the "old AI" regulations, there won't be too many problems. "

"Uh……"

Olson was speechless for a while, and then asked tentatively after a while.

"Are you sure which "O5" and noble figures will not wake up suddenly? Even the mind-blocking alloy exists. If, I mean, in case, if something makes them break free of control, wouldn't we be in trouble again? "

Rope sneered.

"Mental control is easy to break away, but if it is a physical transformation, unless they have the great ability to change their body and brain, then they can only become our slaves in this life. Moreover, they are only used temporarily. No matter, unless some of you don't listen to my orders, then they will be destined to be just a pile of corpses in the future."

Olsen shuddered and said with a smile: "Boss, I absolutely obey your orders..."

Rope waved his hand in annoyance. The compliment came to Olson's mouth, how irritating it sounded, and he didn't know why.

"The SCP Foundation is already half-dead. No accident, I will stay for another week or so to settle some troubles that you can't solve, such as certain "SCP containment items." After that, Europe and North America will be left to you to take care of. This chaos may spread for a long time, so try to shorten it as much as possible. Remember, we are now in charge, so don’t let the back garden become a mess. "

"Boss, strictly speaking, all the chaos is caused by your violence. We are just small, small, scraping off some scraps..."

"Are you accusing me?"

"No, no, no! You know, it's just a habit of mine...what is it called, atmosphere adjustment?...Yes! Atmosphere adjustment! Haha, don't worry, leave it to me, hot girl...I mean dark I will complete the work of the world rule decision maker! Including spreading your faith! Praise the father of the demons!"

The bad eyes of the black-haired youth made the lucky ones panic.

But Olsen just couldn't control this mouth, and would always try to gag at critical moments. I am afraid that he was able to live so well, thanks to his "lucky".

"Shut up, you smelly mouse..."

Luo Pei sighed helplessly.

"Occupy masks and old terrorists dominate Romania. After you transfer power, you will gradually shift the focus of the new organization to that country, with Romania as its base and nest. If you don't slaughter humans, you need to stand upright under the sun. Time, don’t rush."

"I fully understand that I will try to fight that **** in the ring after a while."

Olsen touched his head and grinned.

"I have to say, Boss, this kind of jumping up life is really exciting. You should look at the researcher who arrested me. When you saw me again, he almost peeed his pants..."

——Patter!

Olson was interrupted by a crisp sound of glass shattering.

All the "people" in the living room stopped their affairs, and aimed Sen Leng's gaze at the place where the noise was making.

It was a woman with a beautiful face in a professional skirt and black stockings. She was pale, with red eyes, sitting on the ground shaking constantly.

"No, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to be a husband...Please don't kill me, I'll pack it up right away..." While crying and apologizing, she picked up the shards of glass on the ground with her hands, and she didn't even notice that she was scratched.

It's no wonder that this ordinary human woman is so panicked, she's afraid to die just by breaking a cup.

In this warm living room with a sea view, there are not only two human inhumans, Rope and Olsen, but also other monsters.

The source of gluttony that looks like a centipede; the slender and faceless Slanda; the sturdy man-eater who looks like a giant; the ghost-faced soul with five fingers like a knife; and two twin killing hunters who are playing poker... …

——A real magic cave.

The demigod gained the dominance of the world, and the monsters gathered in front of the king to serve and humbly obey orders.

This scene, even if a woman had ever held a clerical position in the SCP Foundation, she couldn't bear it. A little carelessness will turn into food. The natural pressure of the monsters' food chain makes her feel trembling even when she drinks a glass of wine.

Especially the black-haired young man who sits in the main seat is obviously handsome, but the pressure on her is the most, and it is completely different from other monsters.

Rope smiled kindly.