Chapter 380

Sharp dragon claws embedded into the floor, the huge dragon body penetrated the ceiling, and the sky-covering dragon wings swept lightly, causing several walls to collapse.

Scorching dragon breath gushed out from its throat, the sound of scorching wind whistling in the corridor rose and fell, and the roar unique to the evil dragon echoed throughout Site-17.

And Dr. Clef, who gave birth to it, was currently fainting on the ground, motionless, completely unaware of this battle.

The only good news was.

This black dragon focused on destroying the Foundation's buildings and had no interest in killing the personnel here.

It was irritated by the narrow space of the site and was single-mindedly expanding its nest.

Using sharp claws, dragon breath, and tail, it wantonly cleared this area, stimulating everyone's nerves with the continuous sound of collapse.

—If it had raged in any other area, it would have caused a very serious containment breach incident.

Dr. Kondraki was stunned by this dragon.

He never dreamed that his duel with Dr. Clef would suddenly turn into such a script.

It's like the male lead who went to sea to shoot a romantic holiday, only to find that the script in his hand had suddenly turned into *The Old Man and the Sea* when he reached the ocean.

Coincidentally, he had the habit of carrying an automatic rifle, so the script turned into *My Sea*.

Too ridiculous.

Another voice sounded from not far away.

That was Professor Kain, who had just given Dr. Kondraki an injection.

Of course, because Dr. Kondraki's whole mind was shocked by the black dragon, he didn't have the extra brain to consider whether Professor Kain still had extra medicine.

Or a bigger, thicker, longer syringe.

This knowledgeable dog professor was currently sitting upright in the cockpit of "SCP-244," his dog face full of solemnity.

This made Dr. Gears in the distance couldn't help but sigh:

Mini Gundam vs. Little Black Dragon, this is truly an interesting story.

The only problem is...

The "Witch Child" hadn't seen stories like Gundam vs. Godzilla.

This might lead to only a few ways for the black dragon to be defeated.

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Even making it immune to most attacks.

Unless a Level 5 reality bender, divinity, or supreme divinity arrives in person.

"Mr. Gears, what should we do next?"

The "Witch Child" asked suddenly.

"I haven't learned how to use 'Dragon Slayer Magic' yet."

Dr. Gears' expression didn't change much.

"Let's see if Professor Kain can cause damage to it first."

"Believe in Professor Kain, he is a veteran dragon slayer."

The "Witch Child" really thought so, her reality-warping power that didn't make any sense at all.

Gave Dr. Kain a considerable degree of bonus.

This mini Gundam pilot watched the changes for a few seconds, raised his dog paw to straighten his glasses, and revealed a strange smile.

"Woof woof woof!"

The dragon hunt began.

Starting with the first round of volley from "SCP-244," the pulsating sound of electricity slightly challenged the black dragon's roar, the lenses whistled and flew from bottom to top, hitting the black dragon on a near-straight trajectory, shattering on the black scales.

The first round was useless, the second round could be ignored, and the third round the black dragon still couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

The black dragon raised its head slightly, the smoke and dust in mid-air were strongly sucked into its lungs, so the monstrous dragon breath erupted again, burning fiercely in the unlucky site.

Steel bars melted, cement turned into a molten state, and Dr. Gears breathed slightly, feeling his lungs were about to burn.

He glanced at Dr. Kondraki in the distance, and Dr. Clef whose life or death was unknown, convinced that he couldn't help the two at all.

As for Professor Kain, he was currently driving "SCP-244," standing on the ruins, firing ammunition crazily, but didn't even scratch the black dragon's scales.

Dr. Gears even had an illusion that the black dragon's scales had become smoother, like a mirror.

Without staying any longer, he held the "Witch Child's" hand tightly, took the petite little girl, and started to evacuate, rushing toward the C-12 corridor.

—He couldn't tell the "Witch Child" her true power; that would bring endless unknown possibilities.

With just their little power, it was even more impossible to contain a high-level reality bender.

In the end, they might really have to execute her.

The giant dragon's breath turned into a wall of flames, easily cutting through the steel, causing local collapse.

Amidst the trembling of the earth and the wailing of the building, Dr. Kondraki finally woke up, his eyes returning to clarity.

He looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, horror and shock filling his eyes.

The area he was familiar with looked like it had been baptized by bunker-busting bombs and had taken a few more napalm bombs.

And in the gaps of the flames, he caught a motionless figure.

Dr. Clef.

This old friend, for some reason, became incomparably paranoid about executing "SCP-239," and even did a series of absurd things that violated the Foundation's rules.

For this, he was injured to a considerable degree, killed many security personnel, and finally lay on the ground.

But Dr. Kondraki would still choose to save him; at least when the Foundation interrogates, they need the confession of this super reckless guy...

Probably.

Or let him be roasted to death alive.

Dr. Kondraki's gaze swept around, his thinking running at high speed, agile and accurate, catching the range of the flames, seeing the area suitable for running.

He made a choice.

Before Professor Kain started a new round of attacks, he ran toward Dr. Clef.

Put his shoulder on him.

"You son of a bitch, you should fucking lose some weight."

Complaining silently, Dr. Kondraki took Dr. Clef and looked for a way to escape.

The space was illuminated red by the flames, more concrete began to crack and fall down.

The light and shadow in front suddenly distorted, followed by the sound of butterflies flapping their wings.

Groups of "SCP-408" flew over.

They first manifested, landing on Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef, and then quickly blended into the environment.

Protecting the two as they retreated.

"A bit sigh-inducing." Silver Wolf's voice drowned out the game sound effects, "Do you think in this situation, one of those two would still save the other?"

She was talking about the current Dan Heng and Blade.

"Hard to say."

Kafka spun the grenade pin, not worried at all about accidentally sending herself and her companion away at the same time.

"Ah Ren's hatred isn't a small matter, it's not so easy to resolve."

10:07.

The black dragon was still destroying the surrounding buildings.

As for Professor Kain's attacks, they were completely ignored by it.

The dragon's anger continued to rise, causing greater destruction in the surrounding buildings, emitting a scorching breath, and spraying fire breath into the corridor. The wall at the corridor entrance was instantly swallowed, releasing scorching flames and rolling smoke.

Suddenly, the black dragon raised its head high and sucked in breath violently.

Then, it roared.

"Hiss—roar—!"

More scorching breath swept everything, and the entire space was filled with rolling smoke.

Buildings collapsed, and the sound of bricks and stones colliding was endless.

In the meantime, there were also some unique sounds, sounds representing life and resistance—

"Awooo woof woof woof woof!"

【If you have the guts, come on!】

Professor Kain's dog paw was on the joystick, and the muzzles of the cannons on both sides of "SCP-244" were constantly firing, like substance.