Chapter 223

"Nothing," Himeko shook her head, "I just felt something... Is it really correct for the Foundation to preserve the overall concept of humanity and abandon the survival of individuals?"

Starting with this, Himeko said a lot of things.

Rare to see.

Welt Yang was stunned, closed his eyes, and lowered his head to think.

On the screen, as Dr. Gears held the "Witch Child" and left, the picture gradually went black.

When the picture brightened again, Dr. Gears returned to that familiar conference room.

It's just that the person sitting opposite him, acting as the interrogator, is a doctor also wearing a white coat.

That doctor was without joy or sorrow, sitting in a chair staring at Dr. Gears.

For a long time, he asked: "Is this hard to do?"

"What?"

"Injecting chemical substances into a child, knowing that it will cause a coma."

Dr. Gears was still calm, like the water surface in an old well.

"The matter itself is relatively simple. I have performed many injections in the past and have discovered the qualifications to do such things."

"You know this is not what I want to express."

Dr. Gears sighed:

"If other options could pop out by themselves, I would choose them. But there is not one, the incident has gotten out of control, if she continues to use her power, 'SCP-239' may accidentally cause additional danger. I took action to protect myself, 'SCP-239', and the Foundation."

"Sounds like you are defending yourself."

"I don't hope this thing repeats—if there are other options."

The doctor recorded this answer and started the next topic.

"The video shows you saying something in her ear. What did you say to her?"

"I don't think this has anything to do with these processes."

"I think it does."

"... said good night to her, and then have a good dream."

As Dr. Gears' voice fell, the screen went completely black.

At this point, the story is about to end.

But in Site-17, there is still a black, large, and substance-spraying existence that is raging.

The roar of the mecha firing and the roar of the black dragon in mid-air pulled the audience's thoughts back to another battlefield.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof!"

【Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!】

Professor Kain manipulated the mecha through a wall that was only half left, dodged the galloping fire waves, and cursed in the semi-open cockpit:

"Awooo! Awooo woof woof woof!"

【Nothing works! I threw everything at this... thing, it just shrugged.】

Flames burned in all directions, the air was mixed with the smell of burning plastic, and the pungent smell of sulfides.

One breath ended, and not long after, there were new roars and the next wave of breath.

"Hiss—roar—!"

And in this overly loud roar, there was also Professor Kain's roar.

"Woof woof woof woof..."

【I realize this damn thing is a child's imagination, but don't heroes always defeat these things?】

【I mean, there's always a knight in shining armor holding...】

【A sword!? A sword!】

Dr. Kain manipulated the mecha to dodge the breath, ran up the hill of rubble, and looked at the hideous dragon head.

According to the research on reality benders, and looking at the file of "SCP-239".

Reality benders cannot imagine an omniscient, omnipotent, and all-good existence—their cognition always has flaws.

Therefore, the creations born from their will were marked with their marks from the beginning—those flaws.

Yes.

Evil dragons are always killed by knights with swords.

That's how it's written in all fairy tales.

Professor Kain's dog mouth smiled slightly.

It might have found the weakness of that damn dragon, and it must also clean up this annoying beast as soon as possible.

Poor Site-17 was frozen by Dr. Clef first, and now it was roasted by the black dragon, and the "containment breach" alarm kept ringing.

If the black dragon continues to destroy, the entire human civilization will have to restart again.

The problem of the sword is even less to worry about.

Equipping a sword on a mecha, isn't this already a consensus?

If it weren't for the tight time, it would have covered the mecha with explosive reactive armor.

Professor Kain stretched out his dog paw, touched various buttons, "SCP-244" responded to his will, and transformed a lightsaber on the upper left arm.

Can slay dragons!

"Awooo!"

The eyes locked on the front claws of the black dragon, the mecha carried the wind, ran, slid, jumped, and slashed in the flames.

The lightsaber condensed with the Foundation's special technology, carrying some special attributes, embedded in the scales of the black dragon, successfully removing its scales.

The air was torn apart, the air around the blade was heated and distorted, let alone the flesh part in zero-distance contact with the light blade.

After one hit and away, Professor Kain was aroused by the rare fragrance.

That is the fragrance.

The fragrance of roasted dragon meat.

A puppy in a small mecha, facing the evil dragon that burned the country in the story, revealed a greedy expression.

This scene was too hellish, even making the black dragon reveal a trace of humanized doubt at the moment of spraying dragon breath.

Thanks to the Foundation's doctors, in the stories told to the "Witch Child", dragons didn't have much wisdom.

After this black dragon was created, there was no high-level intelligence, just a beast that was much more powerful.

But this also means it will be angry.

Anger makes people lose their minds, and for a beast that doesn't have much intelligence, it is equally fatal.

"Roar—!"

Another dragon breath was barely dodged by Professor Kain, and this time it successfully moved behind the black dragon.

Professor Kain looked at the stupid dragon that was still breathing toward the front, and raised the light blade.

Compared the black hole on the dragon's butt, and compared the dragon tail beside him.

Finally, he cut off a large section of the dragon tail.

—Almost the entire tail.

"Awooo—roar—!"

A super loud wail suddenly sounded in Site-17, no less than the wailing after being poked.

Those who hear it are sad, those who hear it shed tears.

Dr. Kain just wanted to have a big meal.

The black dragon went crazy, and the gold in its eyes became brighter.

But while losing its tail, it almost completely lost its sense of balance, leaving only a piece of meat that kept stumbling and attacking manicly.

It almost fell to the ground heavily as soon as it climbed up and turned around.

The outcome is decided.

Not long after.

Professor Kain successfully stabbed the lightsaber into the black dragon's chest, pulled it out, and brought out scorching dragon blood.

This black dragon finally couldn't hold on, stumbled, fell into the ruins and flames, and couldn't get up again.

The flames jumped in its long, narrow vertical pupils, and along with it, there was a lightsaber getting closer and closer.

Sss—

Scales, skin, tendons, blood vessels, and bones were cut off.