The Endless Shuttle

"Slave... the shame of being driven... you make me sick too!"

Playing around, Rope hasn't forgotten what he promised Wingate.

The black-haired young man drew out "Blue Rose. Change", "Secret Technique. Burner's Wrath" and loaded it into the magazine, aiming at the immortal lizard.

"Is this your last words? It seems you are ready to return to the cage." Rope nodded.

"……no way!"

With the trigger pulled, SCP-682 also struggled to get up from the ground.

Before the sacred fire of Ketugeya came, the immortal lizard wrapped its body with its thick tail, doing a useless defense.

This is what the beast of evolution can reach at this moment, the final "evolution".

Chapter Twelve The Power of the Starfire Dragon and the Sun Eclipse Monkey

The divine fire of the **** of evil sun and drought illuminates the entire dark cave.

They burned everything that could be burned, playing unscrupulously. Flowing from under the feet, the thin stream of water disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the formation of water vapor was hardly possible.

Rope took two steps, fanning away the unpleasant smell around the tip of his nose, and staring at the depression that was burned into a lava crater.

——Is there anything in it?

SCP-682, the immortal lizard, is one of the most terrifying SCP containment objects. It lost its shape and disappeared before the mighty power of "Blaster" Ketugeya.

"If I destroy you, will Pisri thank me more..."

The black-haired young man murmured to himself, turning the revolver around his index finger and retracting it into his body.

However, putting away the weapons does not mean that Rope feels that his "work" is over.

According to his information, SCP-682 is by no means the first time that it has been severely injured like this, but every time it can regenerate and become stronger, so much so that the SCP Foundation is afraid that continued executions on it will make SCP-682 Evolve to an intensity that they can no longer control, only routine containment.

The heat dissipated slowly, and Rope looked at the big hole motionlessly.

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes.

When he became impatient and felt that SCP-682 might have been "erased" in the literal sense, the big lizard finally showed its incredible "immortality" again.

From scratch, it is like the myth of God creating mankind.

First, head, body, and tail, a lizard skeleton made up of red-hot steel appeared in front of Rope. With flames still burning in its eye sockets, lying on the melted rock, SCP-682 roared silently like a flame bone dragon in a fantasy novel.

From the skeleton point of view, its body is bigger, and its head even touches the cone-shaped rock at the top of the cave.

Rope still smiled, he clapped his hands at 682, like calling an ordinary dog, not a dangerous evolutionary "dragon".

"Although it will be easier to call the containment team on the ground now, but I want to play with you for a while, are you the same? 682."

"..."

Because there is no hearing, 682 does not understand what Rope said.

Because there is no vocal cords, 682 can't say anything that can be understood by humans.

It can only express the most primitive and strong hostility with the flame-burning eyes that are the first to regenerate.

After a few more seconds, SCP-682 opened its bony mouth.

That is a harbinger of an attack.

The orange-red color on the skeleton of the Immortal Lizard continued to fade, all the way up from the tail, gathering all the heat in its mouth.

The 682's mouth turned into a reactor in an instant, tumbling with heat energy of unknown mass.

Or use another mysterious term to explain it better.

SCP-682's behavior is almost like a giant dragon preparing for its breath-even more so when combined with its lizard appearance.

With strong knowledge and eyesight, Rope understood the status quo of SCP-682.

"Changed its own composition, specializing the body into a substance that can absorb and release heat? Excellent "evolution." He praised.

It is impossible for the secret technique to release the Ketugya divine fire forever. Fire produces heat, and heat is the most primitive energy that can effectively use the environment and attacks that are unfavorable to itself. SCP-682 was judged to be "higher wisdom" for no reason. of.

Perhaps when undergoing a nuclear explosion, the Immortal Lizard already knew how to "evolve" into this. Now, it undoubtedly further perfects its own evolution.

The heat of the lava on the ground was extracted by 682, extinguishing the illuminating light. On the contrary, its "dragon's breath" replaced the original lighting function.

Rope stood in the front, neither dodge nor hide.

"Although it is very good, but I want to remind you little lizard. If you want to use "fire" to cause me trouble, you will regret it..."

After all the heat disappeared, 682's bones were instantly covered with flesh and blood. The dark green scales turned into red jade-like crystals, dotted and dotted, like a dragon of sparks.

"You... and humans... have to die!" 682 said vaguely, and apparently did not hear Rope's suggestion in its anger.

Then, with the first sentence that it had just regenerated, the reactor in the mouth of the Immortal Lizard burst into unparalleled light.

The dazzling rainbow light, gushing out!

The orange beam of light destroyed everything on the front of 682, and suddenly descended in front of Rope with an indomitable aura.

The black-haired young man didn't even raise his hand, just chanted the words softly.

In the Killing of the Ten Pillars of Gods, the only one who didn't actually recite, and was too lazy to recite.

Usurped the power of Hanuman, the "Monkey of the Sun Eclipse".

"——The shadow covers the burning sun, puts out the fire, and enslaves the fire, and I will also live forever in the fire."

When Rope fought against the "Holy King" Rama, his impression of Hanuman was not its storm, but its deeper essence.

Obscure Surya’s eclipse.

The sun is the greatest symbol of "fire" and "yang", so Rope, who killed Hanuman, has the ability to control and eat calories. This is not the simple flame of Wellerslaner's "white horse", but a more comprehensive power that can freely control between "cold" and "hot".

The rainbow light of thermal energy is condensed.

In the palm of the black-haired youth, 682's attacks were continuously gathered and absorbed into his body.

In just a moment, Rope swallowed along with the surrounding heat, and a layer of white frost condensed on the surface of the black rock under his feet.

682 didn't expect that its confident attack would turn out like this, and the big lizard sprayed a burst of green smoke from its mouth and stayed where it was.

"This is what you should regret, 682."