Chapter 378

Jing Yuan nodded slightly, without giving an evaluation.

Although Dr. Clef could still hold on for a while, the situation was definitely not optimistic.

After losing his weapon, it was difficult for him to pose a threat to Dr. Kondraki again.

But the other party could cause him fatal injuries.

Defeat was a foregone conclusion.

Everything seemed to be developing as it should.

Even Dr. Kondraki thought so.

He watched Dr. Clef take a few steps back, not blocking him.

The remaining half of the pistol was thrown to the ground by Dr. Clef, making a crackling sound.

At first, Dr. Kondraki thought this was a prelude to Dr. Clef's surrender.

Until the latter raised his right hand, and a straight blade slid out from his sleeve, held tightly in his hand.

Dr. Kondraki immediately revealed a hellish expression, roaring in his heart:

"Clef, you motherfucker, you were hiding a big one!"

Before his body could react, Dr. Clef waved his knife and started the slaughter again.

"Clang clang clang!"

Amidst the sound of blade collisions.

Dr. Clef grinned and laughed:

"Can't distinguish black and white? You colorblind, Konny!"

Dr. Kondraki was still very conflicted; what's up with this broken knife that suddenly appeared in front of him?!

"Where the fuck did you hide that thing during this time?"

"Want to know? Shall I teach you?"

The sudden reversal made the audience surprised.

This seemed a bit unreasonable.

And also a bit sympathetic to Dr. Kondraki.

Having finally defeated Dr. Clef, only to find that the other party had entered the second stage.

"This... how did Dr. Clef turn the knife out?"

"Didn't Dr. Clef say it, if you want to learn, he'll teach you."

"Didn't expect, didn't expect, never expected it. Dr. Clef, who plays with guns, actually knows how to use a knife, this is interesting now."

Herta was also stunned.

The process of Dr. Clef turning out the knife was a bit unscientific, but very Foundation-like.

Knife collided with knife, making a crisp sound.

Figures intersected, and sword light intertwined.

Every collision was accompanied by air vibration, bringing up gusts of whirlwind.

Time seemed to be stretched in this fierce duel, an instant like eternity.

The eyes of the two doctors carried determination.

At this time, it was no longer a duel of strength and skill, but a confrontation of mind and will.

Once again, blades crossed, sparks splashing.

Their breathing became more rapid, sweat dripped onto the ground, but there was not a trace of retreat in their eyes.

Dr. Kondraki gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and roared: 043

"Damn it, Clef, stop! I really don't want to kill you!"

Dr. Clef's expression was a bit painful.

"I... don't want to kill you either... don't want to kill anyone..."

"What on earth are you talking about! How many people have you already killed?! Look at yourself!"

"No choice... have to be like this... she can change reality, Konny, she can change the world like that..."

Dr. Kondraki was silent for a while, and after defending against all the other party's slashes, he spoke:

"She has already been contained! This is exactly the work we are doing!"

"No, it hasn't. It has all failed... my fault..."

"... Clef, what on earth are you talking about?"

The collision of knife and knife continued, Dr. Clef's expression became more painful, but he seemed to be driven by some strange power, constantly waving the long sword in his hand.

After another half minute of fighting, suddenly a young girl's voice sounded:

"Scared me, cast 'Magic Missile'!"

A ball of light flashed by, turning a corner and flying toward the long sword in Dr. Clef's hand.

"Crack!"

The knife broke.

Dr. Clef was shocked in his heart, looking to his side.

He saw Dr. Gears and "SCP-239" standing at the east entrance.

They were holding a thick dictionary together, and the other hand was holding a short stick, aiming at themselves, muttering something.

Just like in *Harry Potter*, those wizards who rely on wands to cast spells and still need to chant incantations.

Dr. Clef was a bit annoyed, wanting to carry the broken knife to execute the damn "SCP-239."

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

That pain erupted in every cell of his body, as if stuffing his whole person into a meat grinder, finely mincing him into meat sauce.

"Hmph hmph, ah ah ah—!"

Dr. Clef knelt on the ground, his back uncontrollably arched, his eyes closed tightly, screaming in pain.

Dr. Gears looked at this painful colleague, his mouth slightly open.

"This is..."

Black light emitted from Dr. Clef's mouth and eyes.

Some kind of darkness that had existed in the world since the birth of the universe was surging out from his body.

Equally shocked was Dr. Kondraki.

That black light that sprayed out condensed into a ball in mid-air, like a ball of black plasticine, wriggling sesame paste.

In the calm gaze of "SCP-239."

That black ball of light grew limbs with scales and sharp claws, arched out huge wings, and there was that ferocious black dragon head, long and thick dragon tail, which took shape one after another.

That was a dragon!

A 5-story black dragon!

Dr. Kondraki's reaction after seeing a dragon was also very ordinary.

"HOLYFUCKINGSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!".