Chapter 381

The warheads hit the black dragon's scales, making a crisp ricochet sound; this was still just scraping the black dragon.

"Woof! Woo woof! Woo woof woo woof woof!"

【Fine! Let me see how much guts you have!】

Professor Kain ground his teeth, his sharp canine teeth exposed.

It pressed a button, so the cannons retracted, and a muzzle with a very large caliber suddenly appeared on both sides of the mech.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, and unstoppable shells smashed into the black dragon, erupting with intense firelight, and the whole dragon's body trembled.

—Effective, but the effect was not great.

Before Professor Kain could feel happy.

The black dragon turned its neck and looked straight at the "bug" that could be called tiny.

The golden light in its eyes burned with anger, like two suns.

"Hiss—roar—!"

"．． Awooo? Woo-woo-woo..."

【…Godly. This is just like peeing on it a…】

"Roar!!!"

Professor Kain instantly tightened his nerves, while manipulating the mech to dodge the fatal dragon breath, while adjusting the muzzle, aiming at any part that might be a weakness to launch a counterattack.

"Hiss—roar—!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Welt Yang held his coffee, his gaze not moving, and said softly:

"This reminds me of some past events."

"Can I say it?"

Himeko looked at the other party, smiling indifferently.

"Once, those partners of mine, when facing enemies far stronger than themselves, were also like this."

Welt Yang didn't elaborate, but the expression on his face was saying that his thoughts had long drifted away.

"Once, we also saw a dragon, a dragon that brought disaster and destruction..."

On the other side, orange-yellow flames with some white expanded and spread in the corridor, roasting something to crackle.

Dr. Gears dragged "SCP-239" and ran wildly, turning left and right, like a headless fly.

But just as fire spots appeared on their clothes and were about to start burning.

Dr. Gears and "SCP-239" suddenly turned straight, and then a "bang" sound came from the corner.

—They successfully ran into the site's vault.

Dr. Gears closed the outer door, endured the discomfort of his body, activated the vault's emergency system, lowered the temperature here, and tried to connect to the fire fighting system that could still be used.

Outside the door, more whistling sounds continued to surge over tirelessly.

"Ah—hoo—"

"Ah—hoo—"

"SCP-239" relaxed her spirit, bent over and gasped for air, her hands on her knees.

She was drenched in sweat at this moment, the blonde hair on her forehead was wet, and her lace clothes were stuck to her body.

She was just a young child, her physical fitness was naturally not as good as an adult's, and being able to be carried by Dr. Gears, who was equally lacking in exercise, was already considered not bad.

"Mr. Gears, are we, this counts as, surviving?"

The "Witch Child" gasped for air, squeezing her lungs, and barely said a sentence.

"We survived." Dr. Gears replied with a smile, "But we are also trapped here."

"... Then how long do we have to wait here?"

"Don't know, maybe half a day, maybe a few days, or a month, it depends on how long it takes the Foundation to clean up that dragon."

The "Witch Child" pouted; for a little wizard who lived in fairy tales every day to accept this situation was obviously a bit difficult.

But she didn't have the courage to face the giant dragon alone, nor did she think she had this power.

This meant she had to endure for a while.

"Yes, Mr. Gears, then what do we eat here?"

"There should be such spells in the magic book."

Saying this, Dr. Gears opened the *Spellbook* and turned to one of the pages.

"Look, it's this one."

The "Witch Child" grinned, and the previous gloom was swept away.

"Don't forget, there is also a spell to clean yourself."

Under Dr. Gears' reminder, the "Witch Child" chanted spells one after another, not only cleaning the two but also summoning a large pile of emergency supplies.

"Wow! Now, even if we stay here for a whole week, we won't go hungry!"

"Yes."

Dr. Gears put his right hand in his pocket, walked slowly behind the "Witch Child," and took out a syringe in the other party's blind spot.

"Good night, Cigarette. Have a good dream."

He pierced the needle into the other party's neck and completed the injection.